The city of Beagle.

This tranquil town has become a bit lively lately.

Some ordinary, richly decorated carriages arrived from afar and drove into the Elbiore Manor, one after another, with coats of arms on them that ordinary townspeople didn't know at all, but the families behind each coat of arms were well-known in the mage world.

People vaguely guessed something, and only a few people understood that an ordinary wedding would not attract so many mages.

Anvina's mother stopped what she was doing and looked thoughtfully at the blood-stained manor in the sunset.

And in the manor, the servants have never been so busy.

They had been told in advance that the guests were pure-bloods like the Elbiore family, and they had to be entertained with the highest courtesy, and every servant was tense, in the past, if they made a small mistake while serving the Elbiore family, they would be punished at most, but now, if they lost the face of the Elbiore family in front of the guests, waiting for these servants could be an even more terrible end.

In a side hall in the corner of the manor, several young people were talking.

They sat in a relaxed position, enjoying the fruits and melons at hand, and the boys, led by Edward, smoked their pipes and swallowed the clouds, causing the girls to frown slightly.

"That's exciting, Cologne, where the hell did you get that?"

A stocky man asked, taking a sharp puff of his heather pipe, his eyes glowing with a misty light.

"Hmph, that's a secret."

Cologne became the central figure of the boys at this time, and the little red powder he brought with him was very popular, and the unprecedented thrill made the boys addicted to it, and he also became the object of everyone's pursuit in one fell swoop from a waste man who could not use magic.

"But then again, isn't Edward's new wife an adulterbrel, why did she invite us over to the wedding?"

Another tall, thin man spat out a smoke ring and said quietly, and when he mentioned "mongrel", he caused several people to look disgusted, as if they were about to vomit at the sight of the word.

"The wedding is just an excuse, I listened to what my father said, this time it was actually to discuss some things between the pureblood factions, otherwise how could the heads of each family come."

The stocky man said mysteriously, as if he had some important information.

"It's also true, the recent mages have completely lost their reverence for the bloodline, and even think that our family is an old immortal !! behind the times."

The tall and thin man suddenly became a little agitated, his eyes widened, and it was clear that he had become a little paranoid and emotional under the influence of certain substances in tobacco.

"We must defend the glory of purebloods and unite to put pressure on the Magic Society."

He stood up, his hand holding his pipe shaking.

The tall and thin man's words made the girls on the other side frown, who were exchanging clothes and makeup tips, they didn't care about these things, as long as they could keep the status quo, it would be perfect, and there was no need to pursue those reputations that seemed ethereal to them.

"I'm talking about those things again, Cedric doesn't even dare to make a noise at home."

One girl said that her appearance was snarky and mean, and that she looked like a tall and thin man, presumably his wife.

"Leave those guys alone, Ella, I saw a dress ...... earlier"

......

While the juniors of the pure-blood family were gathering and chatting, in a large conference room in the Elbiore Manor, twenty-seven mages were sitting around a round table, and in the middle of the round table, a flame burned silently, illuminating the slightly dimly lit room.

"Albiore, I've heard that you and the closely watched Reiner. Ian Gray had a conflict, this action was too big for us to draw the attention of the Magic Association and the High Mages. ”

A balding middle-aged man said, his fingers with several rings tapping slowly on the tabletop as if to warn.

"François, I thought you would be a little more kind, but now, even if the heir of the family is abolished, you don't dare to go to the other party's trouble, it's really incompetent."

William. Albiore was-for-tat, he had a good relationship with the François family, but when he saw the other party's cowardly behavior, he couldn't help but mock.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our twenty-seven pure-blood families should unite at this time, rather than fighting separately for their own interests."

An elderly man said, with six gold trims on his cuffs, the highest ranking of all the people present.

"Greenwald, you said it lightly, it's not because your family has benefited from those mages that you want other families not to cause more trouble, you pure-blood traitor."

Sitting across from him, a big, bearded man sneered, making Greenwald's face turn pale.

The discussion continues, and it is clear that even within the purebloods, there are different factions.

Among them, moderates led by Greenwald advocated integration into modern magical society, and more communication with the Magical Association to obtain opportunities to improve their own bloodline.

In the eyes of these pure-bloods, it is acceptable to sacrifice some in order to survive the family, and as long as the bloodline continues, nothing else matters.

The other faction, led by the family named Joestar, that is, the radical faction, wants to gain more power and status from the Magic Association, they try to use the status of the pure-blood faction to exert pressure, and at the same time, they show an arrogant attitude towards the ordinary mage, they recall the glory of the bloodline mage in the past, especially the supremacy of the mage during the ancient magic empire.

There is also a faction, the representative family is the Baggins family, they don't want to have too much negotiation with the Magic Association, they advocate leaving the main material plane and going to a large number of half-planes, in those places far away from the main plane, the pure-blood faction can get more authority, this is a kind of evasion faction.

In addition to these three factions, there are several families that have no obvious tendencies, and have also become the objects of wooing, and their topics were originally how to make the pure-blood faction strong, but in the end, it gradually became quarrels and mutual attacks, which made people feel tired.

Pureblood gatherings can easily attract the attention of the Magic Association, which is why they use this excuse to come to the wedding and hold meetings in private, but each time they can't reach a consensus.

The argument continued throughout the afternoon, until late in the evening, when everyone fell silent. Elbiore slowly stood up.

"Guys, it's not too early, why don't we go to dinner first?"

Although it was just a pretense, the wedding ceremony would have to go on normally tomorrow, and William didn't want anything to go wrong.