Scepter of Thorns

Edward instantly had the feeling of returning to the devil world. It seemed that more than once when his whole body was covered tightly, a woman flirted with him.

Then, he suddenly remembered that the bird's beak also has a sexual implication.

"What's your answer?" She stroked the sharp beak on the mask and said with a charming smile, "Otherwise I would have slipped away from you."

Edward stretched out his hand indifferently, as if seeing off the guest, "Please come."

The woman froze on the spot.

He thought it was because he didn't express clearly enough, so he repeated it again, "If you want to go, please go, miss."

After a few seconds, she suddenly came back to her senses, her eyes widened, "What did you say!?"

Her voice was really harsh. Although the music was very exciting, there were still people who wanted to see a good show and looked back at them.

In order not to attract too much attention, Edward grabbed her waist before the woman got angry, and his long beak lightly licked her hair, "I'm just kidding, miss. You are beautiful, no one can bear to refuse you."

This explicit action made the woman scold, and the previous anger turned into soft water, "My name is Dorothy, what about you?"

"Raven," he replied, "Miss Dorothy, there seems to be someone calling for you."

She forgot to turn her head, and the clown not far away was shouting something to her, "Ah, it's my friend. Aren't you coming with me?"

"I won't bother you," he said, before disappearing into the darkness.

Dorothy helped the red heart mask, and walked towards them with twists and turns.The clown looked at her with a grin, "You are well dressed, Queen."

"Fortunately, you still know who I am." Dorothy raised her eyebrows, "Any clues?"

"The son of 'that man' is also here." The man dressed as the □□ teacher stated indifferently, as if he had nothing to do with it, "Now we should stand still or lure him out."

He was wearing a corseted black leather jacket, with a snakeskin whip looming around his waist.The clown leaned over and sniffed his long hair dyed dark brown, "As expected of Cheselme, why are you so serious?"

The man said lightly: "This time you represent Joker's order, don't be careless, Fang Suo."

The clown put one arm on his shoulder, and touched the eye with the other hand, where the eye makeup was painted with red paint. His youthful eyes showed a smile of mischievousness, which made people look at him. I find it interesting.

It seems too young.

"Yeah, I'm representing Joker this time, you all have to listen to me, hehe."

The teacher broke free from his arm impatiently, "I'll check the admission time of the guests. Since your subordinates have provided such a good opportunity, we must seize it."

Fang Suo grabbed him, "Don't go."

He took out a small colorful trumpet from his clothes, blew lightly, and a slender paper roll fell out of it.Dorothy unfolded it, which was a long list, including everyone's identity, time of admission, and even the chosen clothing.

"Don't underestimate my people." He tossed his hair shyly, "The son of 'that person' was the last one. He entered the venue 10 minutes after the dance started. His pseudonym was Monroe, and he wore a bird's beak mask."

Dorothy's eyes narrowed, "Is there only one guest wearing a beak mask?"

"No, there are three of them." Cheselme quickly glanced at the scroll, "The other two are..."

"Ace of Spades, Mr. Cena and his female bodyguard." Dorothy interjected, as if she was thinking about something, "Mr. Cena left the venue 10 minutes ago to go to the fitting room because the 4 of hearts was accidentally on his dress Red wine was poured. Then 10 minutes later, Monroe came in wearing the same beak mask and a brand new gown."

Cheselme frowned, "Did you meet him?"

"Yes. The most important thing in a masquerade is that both parties know each other, but also pretend not to know each other, because everything here is 'fake'. Mr. Senna is a Doctor, but he is very indifferent to me. I think this Just a joke, but it's probably not me at all." Dorothy tapped her red nails on the goblet, recalling, "And there's really no way Mr. Senna doesn't know that I don't yell when I'm really angry. Yes, but the guy isn't. So he should be Monroe."

"You mean...Mr. Senna is protecting him?" Cheselme was a little displeased, "If so, he also has the tendency to betray Joker."

"Come on, the matter of spades is the most messy, let's not get involved." Fang Suo muttered, "No matter what, Mr. Senna can't be messed with, so let's control the other two first."

"Club 7 and 8 have already been dealt with." Cheselme turned around, "I'll guard the back door first, Monroe must be like his father, definitely not an easy character to deal with. Don't let him escape."

Dorothy put down the wine glass, the charm in her eyes dissipated, leaving only a vague killing intent.She pointed to the direction where the raven had just left, and told the red hearts next to her, "Search that place well."

"Yes, Queen."

※※※

Edward realized something was wrong when there were twice as many guards. He hid in the shadows, and his dark clothes made him less visible.

The group of people obviously wanted to control the venue, and soon, a person wearing the same beak mask as him was surrounded by secrets. It seemed to be a woman. A rose red column, a bit like lipstick or lipstick.Edward suddenly realized that he had been discovered, he quickly took off the beak mask and threw it into the space ring, took a leather mask inside and put it on, and then approached the door of the fitting room.

Unfortunately, there were already several guards at the door.

The group of people obviously didn't want to disturb the guests. A person wearing a beak mask like him wanted to go to the fitting room. The guards carefully checked his identity before letting him go.But the man seemed to be curious about their prudence, so he forcibly pulled the guards some distance away from the door, gave them a few glasses of wine, and chatted casually.

The guards were not allowed to drink, but the man seemed to have a high status, and they couldn't refuse it either.Edward took this opportunity to sneak close to the open door, and slid out like a snake the moment the guard drank.

Before that person came out, he hid in a small private room in the fitting palace. This room was equipped with two locks, which should be used by nobles with high status.

Edward threw the bird's beak mask in the ring to the top of the closet. He was sure that the close-fitting clothing must not have been tampered with, but he was not sure if there were other tracking runes on the mask, so he must not carry it with him.Then he opened the wardrobe that took up half of the room, ready to change out of the dress on his body before going out.

So he saw a closet full of skirts.

……

In fact, it wasn't too bad, Edward could only comfort himself in this way, at least, at least the guards would not be able to recognize them from a distance.

...but why is it still very irritable?

He hesitated for a few seconds between changing or not, and finally found a dark golden loose long dress in the closet. Its chest was dotted with white down, which should be able to conceal something.

Edward unbuttoned his gown and tried to get himself into it.But the skeletons of men and women are different after all, and this skirt is still a little tight.Just as he was beginning to tie the ribbon on his back, the door of the small room was flung open.

He didn't lock the door.

The guards didn't expect that someone was changing clothes inside. He took a quick look at the back. It was a tall woman, not the target of pursuit.

"Sorry, ma'am, you forgot to lock the door." He said hastily, "We're going out now."

Edward wrapped himself a white silk scarf to cover his Adam's apple, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

If he had locked the door just now, the guard would have asked. He couldn't pretend to be a woman's voice, so he couldn't answer. This would make the other party suspicious and expose him.

After changing his skirt, he remembered that no woman seemed to go to the ball without makeup. Fortunately, there was also a dressing table here.The only make-up Edward knew was lipstick, so that was all he wore.

...as for the other brush color block cream brow pencil, that's what.

Finally, he took out a silver butterfly mask from the table and put it on, covering the somewhat sharp facial features, revealing only a pair of dark blue eyes.Edward took another red fan casually and left the small room.

When he walked out, there were basically no guards left.Edward knew that he would definitely not be able to go back the way he came. He saw several guests who had passed the inspection enter along a passage on the left side of the ballroom, and followed quietly. When they reached the end, a back garden appeared in front of them. .A man in a tight leather suit and a few guards were controlling the exit at the back of the garden, with a stern look on their faces.Everyone has to register when going out, and clothes are allowed to be taken out, but the mask has to be taken off.

Seems heavily guarded.

The passage was very dark, and Edward couldn't quite see what the guests looked like.When he came out, he found another person wearing a bird's beak mask.

...Why is there him everywhere.

That person did the same thing and pulled away the man who seemed to have a higher status, but this time it didn't work.Because the status of the man he pulled seemed to be no lower than him, the two of them were talking about something, but the man in the leather suit would always glance at the door vigilantly.

Just as Edward was thinking for a moment, an arm wrapped around his waist.

"Do you want to go out? Miss." Warm breath brushed against the ear, "It seems that we are in trouble, then let's go together."

Edward's body was a little stiff, and he felt the stimulation brought by the women's clothing.The embarrassment and shame at being approached by a same-sex invitation almost killed him.But he couldn't speak, so he could only nod awkwardly.

He turned around to see the man's appearance clearly, but the man had already clasped his shoulders forcefully, which was strong enough to subdue a woman.But Edward didn't want to be exposed yet, so he could only walk to the gate with his arms around him.

Surprisingly, the guards didn't ask him to take off his mask, they just bowed respectfully to the people behind him.The man not far away saw the two of them, his face changed, and he took off the beak mask of the person he was talking with.

A woman with long dark blond hair looked at his back and smiled slyly, with a lipstick pinned to her waist.Then, like a gust of wind, she disappeared, leaving only a bird's beak mask rolling to the ground.

Cheselme hurried back to the gate, the two people had already gone far, he sternly said to his subordinates: "Why didn't you stop them?!"

"Master Ace of Spades said that it was the female companion he brought with him when he came. There is no invitation letter, and no invitation letter is needed."

He stood still and thought about it. The Ace of Spades did bring a female guard, but the woman was still talking to him just now—Cheselme glanced in that direction again, and there was no woman at all.

He had a bad premonition in his heart, and one of his men asked, "My lord, is there something wrong with that place? Do we need to send someone there?"

Cheselme was almost asking: "Didn't you just see a woman wearing a bird's beak mask?"

"No, my lord." Several guards looked at each other, "Only a bird's beak mask rolled out, and my lord went there to watch for a long time."

He was cold all over, and the snakeskin whip was tightly grasped in his hand, fear had already strangled him.

"My lord." A guard couldn't help but argue, "I think this matter is normal. You also know that Master Ace of Spades came with the female guard, and then they might want to dance, so the woman changed her clothes, Finally they came out together. Any questions?"

"...No." Cheselme slowly raised his head, his eyes were a little dull, "You are right, there is nothing wrong with Master Ace of Spades and his female guard."

The wind that is about to enter the night is slightly cool.He returned to the open space just now, leaned over and picked up the bird's beak mask, as if hoping that it would still be warm.

※※※

The street is always empty, and the homing birds fly by, making hoarse chirping.

"I'll take you here." The man whispered in his ear, "Go back and tell Spade that he owes me a favor."

"Who are you," Edward finally said, "the...old part of Spades?"

"You can call me Senna."

! !

Edward suddenly pulled out a short staff from the ring, turned around and pressed it against the opponent's chest.

Senna obviously didn't expect him to be so agile, but his expression didn't change much, "Your skirt is stained."

Not that person.That's right, it's not just listening to the sound.

He seemed to be a hybrid of elves and celestial race, his blond hair was neatly combed into a ponytail, his pointed ears were exposed, and a pair of blue eyes were looking at him puzzled.

No panic, no anger.

However, Edward only took one look, and he felt a subtle similarity between Kylos and him.It's vague, yet obvious.

"Sorry." He quickly retracted his scepter, "You look a bit like someone I know."

"Really." Senna tilted his head, "That's really..."

"pat"--

A needle collided with the tip of the staff, and a burst of blue light knocked it down.

Edward picked up the needle and handed it to him, "Take it back."

"Well, you're a little stronger than I thought." He shrugged, "Then I'll take you back, it's getting dark."

"No need." Edward refused, "I know the way."

Senna looked at him innocently, "But I don't know you."

----Chapter62. Women's clothing & end----