"Not bad." Albus raised his right hand and patted the face of the wax figure at the door with contempt.

Eloise glanced sideways at him:

"Didn't your mother teach you what manners are?"

Albus laughed:

"I don't have a mother.

Eloise was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

Behind them, the poet Elitte murmured appreciatively:

"Some people used to spread rumors that I was having an affair with a certain widow, so I secretly spread rumors that I had abducted a congressman's daughter, and was suspected of murdering a businessman. It was once linked to rumors of human meat pies, and neighbors always disappeared mysteriously.

"As long as I don't care about reputation and take the initiative to destroy it, no one can stand on the moral throne and point fingers at me."

As expected of a poet... Lumian secretly admired, holding the carbide lamp, he entered the room full of wax figures first, his destination being the exit at the end of the room.

Under the illumination of the yellowish gas wall lamp, the wax figures seemed to be alive, looking at Lumian and the others with the silent attitude of bystanders, creating an eerie feeling.

Lumian recalled the wax statue attacks he had suffered, and felt that every wax statue here could suddenly come to life and pounce on him and others.

In the indescribable silence, Albus Medici broke the atmosphere.

He said to Eloise in a relaxed tone:

"You are Puyver's cousin, shouldn't your surname be Sauron?"

"Yes." Eloise admitted frankly.

Albus asked casually:

"Which family are you from?"

Eloise turned her head, glanced at Albus Medici, then looked at Lumian in front of her, and replied with a smile on her face:

"My full name is:
Chapter completed!