Or perhaps, there was the gentle ringing of silver bells. The clear and lodious sound reminded everyone that the elves' banquet was about to begin. Lynch, transford into an elf, entered the room ahead of ti, and no one recognized him among the guests.
Many people might complain about the lack of at on the elves' nu, with even fish and shrimp being rare sightings. However, no one could deny that the food before them was nothing short of exquisite and delicious, so much so that it was almost too delightful to eat. Most people had no experience being guests in the Elf World, and they appeared sowhat at a loss before the food in front of them. However, when Hernfurry entered the hall, most people didn't even know whether to stand or remain seated.
Morgan sat next to Barrend, acting as his "bodyguard and introducer." But clearly, Red Beard, having been here before, was more at ease than the others. He raised his glass and shouted loudly, "To the health of the Elf Queen! Cheers!" However, his words were imdiately interrupted by an equally loud burp from himself, and he had to say with embarrassnt, "I...I'm sorry. Your Majesty, the food here is just too delicious."
Hernfurry smiled gently, elegantly raising the golden cup in front of him, and greeted Morgan and all the others: "Thank you, friends. Welco to Heather."
Everyone simultaneously raised their cup, the sa vessel used by the Elf Queen. So southern lords were evidently flustered, knocking over their cutlery in panic. Although Her Majesty only took a small sip of her drink, almost all the new guests believed that the host here was toasting with them.
Lynch stood next to the curtains on the other side of the room, where the light and shadow perfectly concealed his figure. He watched those who ca from all over the world, observing their actions and guessing their expressions. He felt more like a hunter now, seeking the truth beneath layers of disguise.
"I believe everyone doesn't completely know each other yet, and I am very honored to have this opportunity to invite you all," the Queen said after putting down her wine glass. She started from her left side and introduced the guests one by one, their nas, and where they ca from. Although Hernfurry was eting these people for the first ti, her eyes seed able to see through others' hearts and pick out the words of praise that best represented their characters for appropriate introductions.
It was more like a gathering of friends than a eting before a generals' war council, at least on the surface. The southern lord Tessi seed to completely forget about his task, now reciting a poem he had just thought of to the Elf Queen, expressing his admiration through various taphors and similes. Although there was nothing offensive in his lines, reciting poetry before the Elf Clan? Lynch couldn't think of anything more deserving of being called "ignorant flaunting."
Old friends Kuboert and Wislin were the best-performing duo, the only reason being that they had previously seen the scenery here and t the Elf Queen in person. However, Lynch always felt that these two never t Hernfurry's gaze, spending more ti like mages, observing others. Perhaps paladins are another group on the continent who do not need to worry about the lack of magic weapons.
The guy from the Mage Association Lynch had never seen, but he could guess his identity. He wore a robe representing a Great Mage, and among the Great Mages on the continent, only Ambit, specializing in protection magic, was unfamiliar to Lynch. It seed that this bald-headed mage, with magic barrier runes even inscribed on his scalp, specialized in protection. Before him were only so simple foods and a special drink that only mages would have. As for the elves' foods, he hadn't eaten any. Ambit was busy whispering with a cloaked figure beside him, his attention not even on the banquet itself.
Lynch's curious gaze naturally fell upon the one wearing the cloak, what reason would he have to not show his face even at a banquet? His Eye of Insight had just swept past when Ambit imdiately sensed the gaze and turned his head in Lynch's direction. And on that person was a strong anti-prophecy magic spell, beyond the surface information everything else was just darkness. The Great Mage raised his glass and toasted with Yim, the rchant next to him, lifting his pinky high. Lynch instantly understood his intention, concealing his spellcasting movents with the act of drinking.
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