"Where is the secret party that was agreed upon?"

...

Looking at the private carriages parked in front of the steel warehouse in front of the gate, the brown-haired boy who had just arrived was a little stunned.

Before that, when his companions invited him, it was a hidden, small group gathering of spellcasters of the younger generation.

But now it seems that this is not considered hidden?

Although the surrounding location is indeed remote, it is not deserted.

Now that so many gorgeously decorated carriages are gathered together, a fool can tell what is going on inside.

Alan felt a sense of absurdity in this regard, and even his heart was retiring.

However, thinking of the words he had promised to participate with his friends before, he hesitated for a while and finally walked towards the warehouse gate.

But when I thought of someone, Allen couldn't help but stop walking.

"Do you want to wait for Charles?" he thought secretly.

Although the conversation between the other party is annoying, it is always his elder brother. It seems that it is not good to just "leave him" and go in first...

Thinking a little confused, he then thought that the old man might be so casual that he was so carefree, so he snorted, got rid of this idea, and accelerated his pace.

In the sun, the huge warehouse in the open space looks gray, but it matches the surrounding desolate and remote streets.

In the early years, this place was said to be preparing to build a factory area, but the owner of the nearby Black Swan Opera House had a deep background and strongly opposed this plan. After some operation, the place gradually became abandoned.

...

At this moment, there were two male servants wearing overalls at the entrance of the warehouse. Alan was stopped because of this.

"certificate."

One of the round-faced servants said so.

Allen was stunned and then figured it out. He quickly pulled out a piece of paper full of secret text from his dress pocket and handed it to the other party.

The theme of this party is the caster class, so it is naturally impossible to let ordinary people in casually, so screening is essential.

He was not surprised by this. After a look at the paper, the male servant also put it as expected.

After crossing the threshold and entering the warehouse, everything in front of me suddenly became clear.

On the outside, this huge warehouse looked gray and dilapidated, but as soon as I entered it, I found that there was another world here.

The vast mud land surface is completely covered by light blue carpets, and the surrounding steel walls are also painted in the same color.

Looking up, there are all kinds of silk ribbons and exquisite rag dolls hanging on the top of the high warehouse, making the place look very unique and atmosphere overall.

Countless figures swayed by, servants holding silver plates and wine bottles, ladies and ladies dressed in fine clothes, and young gentlemen who were neatly dressed and graceful.

The difference is the clothes, the same one is the age - everyone around them is full of young people's faces, which makes the place look energetic.

"There is no secret gathering, it is clearly a large dating party."

Allen thought so, and a faint loud singing came into his ears. Looking around, a young man in a white dress was standing on a temporary "stage" deep in the warehouse and showing his singing voice.

The song he sang was called Mercy of Thorns, which belongs to the religious music that is more popular this year in the church.

The thick high notes are calm and scattered with a hint of sacred aura, and I can't help but admire my heart. The song sets off, and the people around me look very dignified at this moment.

"It sounds so nice." The brown-haired boy sighed secretly, and then he stepped into the warehouse.

Faces, either strange or familiar, kept passing by, Alan glanced around, looking for his friends.

But there were too many people here. After a long time, he couldn't find him, but instead he was attracted by other things.

"Beautiful lady, what bothers you is not love, but yourself..."

When passing by a "stall", the stall owner's long words came into his ears. He looked at a peer wearing pink suit and trousers, brown hair and blue eyes, sitting at a reception table, talking to the lady opposite him intently.

Allen didn't know this person, but there were people around him talking in a low voice.

"Mirin is said to have advanced to the ring."

"Promotion ring? What is his bloodline?"

"It seems like a dream fairy."

...

People in the church?

Isn’t dream fairy a choice only for women?

Hearing this, Allen couldn't help but wonder and looked at the young man named Milin several times. Although he did look a little masculine, he obviously had an Adam's apple.

He couldn't figure it out, so he ignored it and continued to walk forward.

The thin figure kept passing by strange men and women. After a few steps, a guy wearing retro silver armor wrapped his whole body and was airtightly attracted his attention again.

"Nothing seems to be exposed except for the eyes?" After scratching his head, the brown-haired boy couldn't help but wonder why the man was dressed like this at the banquet.

Not only is it expensive to eat, but it is not convenient to pee...

This is a question worth thinking about. But not long after, he was diverted from his sight again by another figure.

The man wore a black dress that was the same as himself, but his hair was long and he didn't wear a hat. At this moment, his hair was floating and rippling behind his head without wind.

This is not the most eye-catching thing, the one who floats with the blonde hair, and his whole body.

That's right, surrounded by many people, the strange face, who was a little older but still belonged to the same age, sat cross-legged in the air, at least one meter away from the blue carpet below, and his body slowly floated. His eyes closed and meditating looked particularly mysterious.

"This is the real spellcaster, right?" He couldn't help but sigh.

Casting spells is something that ordinary people cannot do but want to do, rather than ignite any weapon or arm at will. What's the point?

"Hey, Allen, we're here!"

The greeting from a distance interrupted the brown-haired boy's thoughts.

He looked up and several friends were in his eyes.

Good friend Charlie with freckles, Charlie's good friend Norma, Andy, and Princess Elin with long red hair.

He was very disappointed not to see a figure he had a crush on, but Alan was also very happy to see his friends.

He waved his hand at them, but he did not get up. Instead, he took a few steps to a chair in the corner of the warehouse and sat down - because there were strangers around his friends, and he didn't want to contact strangers.

Seeing this, his friends were quite helpless, and the red-haired Princess Irene who had been to Kelanston Manor couldn't help but come over.

"Alan, why did you think of mimosa as soon as you come? Come on, I'll take you to meet a few new friends."

"You guys, play, don't worry, just worry about me." As soon as the brown-haired boy spoke, he couldn't help but stutter, but he was not interested in the communication between his friends - he thought it was boring.

Yilin sighed helplessly at this, but she had already seen this stubborn temper and did not force it. After returning to the same place, she pointed here for a while and ignored it.

Not long after, she took several friends to the young man in white who was finishing singing not far away.

No matter the simple singing, the angel blood of the church can always make people feel friends.

...

Alan here did not care about his companions' behavior. Instead, after sitting down, he kept staring at the young man in pink who was floating, and couldn't help but think a lot.

"When will I be able to fly myself?"

Thinking of the fact that the vision in front of him was suddenly blocked, he looked up and saw the three young figures appearing in his eyes.

"How do you feel? Little Kelanston?" The young man in blue clothes stood among the three of them and asked with a smile.

His short hair was combed with grace and neatness, and his blue gentleman's uniform made him obviously different from the black figures around him, making him look quite eye-catching.

However, what Allen cares more about is his identity - Prince Joseph of the royal family.

"Roll, okay." He stammered and answered the other person's words.

He instinctively felt a special sense of shame for the prince in front of him who was beaten by his brother, as if it was not his brother who did it, but him.

"I heard that your brother is back?" the other party asked with interest.

While he was talking, he didn't sit down, and just stood straight in front of the brown-haired boy, looking down.

"Yes." Allen replied in a low voice. He didn't want to say much, but instead felt a sense of urgency to end the topic as soon as possible.

However, since the other party found it, he did not intend to end it easily.

"So how is he now?" Prince Joseph asked, suddenly bent down and leaned into Allen's ear, whispering: "Have you ever been given the butt by those country buns?"

Hearing his vulgar words, Allen was obviously stunned, but the other party did not finish his words, but continued seriously.

"Or can I look up to him, sleep with some fat village woman with cow shit, and then get pitifully syphilis?"

"You might ask, what kind of obese women are, well, give an example, your stepmother."

Listening to this, Alan's slightly timid expression gradually turned into anger, but the other party was still not over.

"Do you know? I heard that your stepmother had slept with your groom, and your dad didn't know at all. He still smiled all day long. Oh, it's really sympathetic."

"To be honest, I admire your groom very much. Such an ugly fat woman is really good at it. Of course, compared to your father, he is still a little worse, your father..."

"Shut up!" A loud and angry voice interrupted his low murmur, which attracted everyone around him to notice.
To be continued...