And with a casual sweep of the muse's gaze, he had already recognized several people from the great noble families in Deera City.

"Muse, my son. Come to me. Atro, who was talking to a pot-bellied dressed man, saw Butler Tlal walk in with the Muse and little Jacob, and a smile appeared on his face and beckoned to the muse.

After waving goodbye to little Jacob, who had also been called away, the Muse walked quickly to Atro's side, gave Atro and the dressed man in front of him a standard aristocratic salute, and said, "Father, and this guest of the Curtis family, the Muse greets you." ”

"Hahaha, Viscount Newton, your son is really good at etiquette. The costumed man looked at the muse's actions and smiled.

"Mr. Wally, you need not be so polite, you are my honored guest who has come to this banquet on behalf of the Curtis family. There seemed to be a slight surprise in Atro's eyes that the muse was able to determine the identity of a man and make perfect etiquette so quickly, but he didn't let the surprise show it in the slightest, and his face still wore the standard aristocratic smile.

"Muse, let me give you a formal introduction, this gentleman is the uncle of the current lord of Dera City, the big man of the Curtis family, and the head of the Curtis Chamber of Commerce, Wally Curtis!" Atro said solemnly to the muse.

Then he briefly introduced the muse: "Mr. Wally, this is my son, Muse Newton." ”

"Greetings, Mr. Wally Curtis. Hearing Atro's formal introduction, the Muse gave Wally a more solemn aristocratic salute and greeted him again.

"Hahaha, what a good boy with good manners. Wally laughed, "Good boys are always likable, so I can't be stingy." ”

As he spoke, Wally opened his stubby, round left hand, and took a large ruby encrusted with a shimmering shimmer from the five fingers full of rings, and handed it to the muse.

"I came in a hurry, except for the formal gifts prepared by the family, I only brought these accessories with me, and there were no good things. ”

"So this ring that I ordered from the gem capital is my personal gift to the muse. Wally said with a smile.

"A ring ordered from the Northland gem capital must be quite precious. Looking at the ring that Wally handed to the muse, Atro wondered.

"Hehe, it's only cost 50,000 gold coins......" Wally said with a smile as he seemed quite satisfied with Atro's expression.

"Muse, thank you Mr. Wally!" Atro said in a stern tone, looking at the muse, who had already taken the ring and was looking at it.

"Ah, thank you for the gift, Mr. Wally, it is my honor to receive your gift......" Hearing Atro's reprimand, the muse seemed to come back to his senses from the attraction of the ring in his hand, and thanked Wally as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Hahaha......"

After this introduction to the muse, it seemed that the distance between Atro and Wally had been shortened a lot, and the two continued to talk enthusiastically, while the muse stood quietly behind Atro, not saying a word.

After talking for a while, Wally seemed to say casually, "When I was commissioned to attend this banquet, I heard from my nephew that this banquet was held to celebrate the acceptance of Muse as a disciple by a high-ranking mage. ”

"So, why didn't that high-ranking mage show up here at the banquet? Has the muse become a mage's apprentice? Can you cast a spell for me to see?"

Then Wally, as if realizing the inappropriateness of his words, hurriedly said, "Oh, look at my mouth, I am very sorry for my presumptuousness......"

"Old fox ......" thought came to the minds of Atro and Muse at the same time.

Clearly, Wally's warm conversation and "generosity" were undoubtedly a foreshadowing of the straightforward temptation contained in his now seemingly unintentional words!

But in the atmosphere deliberately created by Wally, Atro really couldn't refuse to answer Wally's question.

But Atro is clearly not a fuel-efficient lamp either!

"Hahaha, Mr. Wally, what do you mean...... It's normal to have these questions, so why apologize?"

"Of course, the muse was accepted as a disciple by a high-level mage, but as you know, the path of a mage is extremely difficult, even if the muse has the talent of a mage, but there is still a long way to go to become a mage......

"As for the high-level mage...... I'm sorry, but I guess I didn't come because of the delay in exploring the path of the mage, and that's why this banquet hasn't officially started......"

Speaking what sounded like a non-answer, Atro answered every question, but the more he pondered, the more vague the answer he wanted.

With a non-smiling smile on his face, Atro and Wally began to talk enthusiastically again......

A moment later, after Wally had left, another nobleman walked up and began to talk again, and beneath those typical aristocratic words were hidden self-inflicted temptations and intrigues, at least that's what the muse standing behind Atro thought.

"Anyway, I don't need to face these annoying temptations......"

As the Muse watched the third nobleman who had come to tempt him leave.

Suddenly, I don't know if it was an illusion, the nobles who were originally talking and laughing in twos and threes actually felt a cold body at the same time, as if a cold wind was blowing past them.

The murmurs that filled the garden were suddenly clear, and at this moment the whole banquet scene was silent, and the nobles looked around in disbelief, trying to find something.

Giggle –

A strange voice rang out suddenly.

The suspicious gazes of a large number of nobles instantly focused on the place where the voice came from—a noble man who was obviously at a loss.

On the glass of red wine he was holding, to be exact.

In that exquisite glass, the crystal clear red wine is freezing rapidly, and a thin layer of ice has covered the rim of the glass, and it is still spreading rapidly downward!

And looking at the aristocratic man's overwhelmed expression, it seemed that he didn't notice that the temperature of the red wine in his hand had changed, and he didn't feel that the red wine in his hand had frozen!

And soon, a large number of gasps rang out!

Because these nobles soon found that the wine in their glasses was also frozen, but miraculously, there was no cold feeling in their hands, which was only separated by a thin layer of glass from the frozen wine!