Stella, however, didn't rush to comment, because she knew that she could count on him.
Jasper calmly remarked, “Open Sesame.”
Stella, bundled up in her scarf, barely held back a laugh.
After a couple of whiskey-laden drinks, the gatekeeper, not wanting any complaints, waved them into the entrance of the Unity Village.
Unity Village was huge. The question wasn't whether they could get in, but where exactly was the big cheese?
Stella thought for a moment, then quickly set her sights on a specific target.
The tallest building was always the most luxurious one.
Looking up, they quickly identified their target. Indeed, there were many people coming and going—elegantly dressed women and men of refined taste, indicating high social status.
The two of them were dressed too casually, and with a doorman guarding the building, sneaking in wouldn't be easy.
Jasper observed from the shadows and noticed that the invitations were written in poems. It seemed that there were a lot of guests, and the poems were repeated, probably sorted by group.
Stella chuckled. It appeared that the big cheese was a fan of poetry.
Once they got an invitation, the next step was to blend in.
In a quiet corner, Stella tossed off her coat and put on a fur one. Jasper didn't have appropriate attire, so she whipped out a coat she had stashed away.
Luckily it fit him well, making him look tall and straight.
Stella hooked her arm through Jasper's, pretending to be a harmless, delicate lady.
Jasper noticed her stiffness, "Relax, I won't take advantage of you."
Embarrassed that her tension had been noticed, Stella relaxed a bit. At least their regular training together had made her somewhat comfortable with him.
To maintain their cover, Stella took a deep breath, smiled at Jasper, and leaned against him as they walked towards the entrance.
When they approached the door, Jasper announced, “Group six. The best tune hasn't been played yet.”
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