In the middle of the night, Windranger's mansion.

Shane teleported to the door, but the elf who greeted the guest at the door did not expect a mage to teleport to appear, and was shocked for a second, but quickly saw the appearance of the guest.

"Lord Shane-Dawnblade, please here," the attendant guided the 'guest not to be neglected by the young lady' towards the garden. I don't feel the arcane energy surrounding, but I am more condensed than those people. Entering the garden, the squire took another look at Shaun and took his leave.

This year's Landing Festival banquet was hosted by Windranger. Sylvanas said bored, and that's what he meant by this' Sean sat down in a corner by himself, picked out a grape drink, and watched the various elves participating in the ball.

There is no distinction between high and low here, and most of the elves present are full of vitality and are above the middle level in their respective fields. Their power beats like a flame, releasing their spirit to perceive their surroundings, and it is almost becoming a habit of Shane, and he uses it unconsciously. They enthusiastically mingle with each other and exchange information or chat about poetry and art. The ladies and gentlemen of high birth also did not mind making friends with them, and there were many couples among them, and it was obvious at a glance that they were a couple in love.

Elves achieve class communication through marriage and introduce fresh blood. Most of the elves lived a decaying and depraved life, but society maintained its vitality. Class is not a backwater, every elf can strive for the life they want, but most elves are greedy for comfort and give up their efforts.

"Master Shane, I heard from the attendant that you are here, and I have been looking for you for a long time, so you are here."

Thinking. Hearing the voice of an acquaintance, who was one of the two mages who had helped him build the Red Sun White Tower, Shane stood up and greeted him, "Hello, Master Harold. ”

"Hello, Master Shane, let's sit down and talk. When I saw you when I built the Mage Tower, I had a hunch that I would be able to find you at this kind of banquet. How long have you been here? ”

"For a while"

"How's that, do you see anything?"

"I can see that the purpose of the banquet is to allow the single elves to find a partner, and the clan can take advantage of the opportunity to attract talent," Shane replied.

"Yes, you're sharp" Harold smiled at Shane's answer, and then quipped, "Master Shane, I heard about your deeds, the trolls have been severely struck by you, your arcane attainments have advanced quickly, and you have read the Scroll of Wisdom for more time than that. You know? You're the best new talent this year, and I've been able to see a lot of beautiful women break your head for you, especially single ladies who prefer young men. ”

"Really? It's something to look forward to for men, but it's better not to happen," Shane laughed, as he knew that Master Harold was also a single elf, but it had been a long time since he became the Sixth Ring. They sat in the corner and watched the busy ladies go about like bees, talking about topics that a man should have.

"You're both here"

A voice interjected in the chat, and someone came up, and now the trio who built the mage tower were assembled: Shane, Harold, and the new Mage Nasser

"Master Shane, with all due respect, I would like to ask how many days it took Your Excellency to read the Scroll of Wisdom." Master Nasser asked suddenly.

"Nasser, my friend, it's rude."

"It's okay" Shane sensed that the spirit of the Nasser mage was very low, and it was dangerous for the Arcanist to have this situation, which would cause mental atrophy in the long run, and it was not impossible to drop the cast level. "If there's anything I can do to help, please let me know."

"Thank you," said Master Nasser, who took a few breaths to tell his story: he had been promoted to the Six Rings a long time ago, and had access to the Scroll of Wisdom. But in order to develop more in the arcane, he chose to accumulate and then read. Finally, I felt that I had accumulated about the same amount and decided to read the scroll. However, he only lasted five days before he was ejected from the space where the Scroll of Wisdom was stored. When he finished, he asked Sean how many days he had been reading.

Full of anticipation, but struck by reality, Shane understood his feelings: "I've been reading for fifteen days, Master Nasser. "It's not that I mean to hit him, but that it's more helpful to say the reality.

Shane watched him pause for a long time, motionless, but his spirit gradually stabilized.

"Well, my friend, don't be sad, I'm only two days longer than you. Let's go over there and have a good talk. For us, life is the most important thing, so it is better to take the opportunity to find a suitable female spellcaster and form a family. ”

The two of them went somewhere else, and Sean was alone.

The number of people who came to participate gradually increased, but the Windranger as the master never appeared. Just then, the garden lights dimmed, and the three Windranger sisters appeared from the entrance, dressed in moon-white gowns that Shane had seen, and holding delicate harps in their arms.

The Ranger and the Harp are the best combination, and the talent gives them the flexibility of their fingers, and they can pluck the strings like plucking the surface of water. The music is melodious and delicate, and it seems to be a story of the good life of the elf in Quill Sellas.

Aurelia is the most amorous of the three sisters, and her body under the gown is also the fullest and rounder, and the twin peaks on her chest perfectly interpret the beauty of the large arc, which gently shrinks to the waist, and then rises like a wave. At this time, she looked elsewhere, hazy and beautiful, as if she was dreaming, immersed in the beautiful dream she had weaved.

And Wen Leisha's skills are obviously not as good as her sister's, and her fingers are a little clumsy, but she is engrossed in keeping up with her sister's rhythm, and she sees Sean smile slightly.

The performance is over, and the party officially begins. Sean was still waiting in the corner, and the passing elves looked at him curiously, and some of the female elves were eager to try, but did not come forward. The scene of the woman breaking his head for him did not appear.

"Because they have been warned," it was Sylvanas, who walked with a light step and chuckled in a low voice, "The women who have been invited have received an anonymous notice: Don't make a move on you." It seems that someone has taken a fancy to your little piece of fresh meat. ”

It may have been done by the clan, who did not want to let the clan's plans go wrong, hoping to successfully conclude the marriage with the Duchess of Marand. But plans don't always change, Shane thought, and then smiled and walked with Sylvanas out of the garden, "What about you?" ”

"How dare they provoke the Windrunners, I learned from other sources. But even if there is, I'm not afraid. ”

"Me too, even if it's my sister, I won't back down." Wen Ressa trotted in with the corner of her skirt and occupied Shane's right side,

"I'm not going to give up," Sylvanas squeezed to the left.

"Shane!" The two sisters looked at Sean in unison, which meant 'who do you choose'.

The air was compressed by the sister's force, the temperature was rising, and the space between them was distorted, and the feeling of stagnation was rapidly exceeding the limit.

Shane quickly scanned the room and found that they were the target of attention, the women chuckling and the men envious.

"Sylvanas, Wenresa, let's go for a while, or I'll be roasted by the men here."

"Yes" "Yes"

The three of them slowly walked out of the garden.

The maple grove was rattling, the cool breeze was blowing, and the moon imprinted the shadows of the three of them on the bluestone floor, and when they came to the end, there was a pavilion there, and the three of them stopped. Shane found a stone chair to sit down, and Sylvanas and Wenresa sat down naturally.

The original atmosphere of fierce fighting was delayed for a while, and the sense of tranquility was swept away.

"Sylvanas, Wenresa," Shane whispered their names, brushed his right hand over the stone table, took out the tea set from the magic package, and poured a cup of black tea for each of the three of them, and handed it to the two sisters in the full moonlight.

He stayed with him until midnight before returning to the tower.

The matter of the landing festival is over, and the next day you can say goodbye to the instructor and return to the Red Sun White Tower.

After the rest of the night, the instructor's expression was indiscerning, and it belonged to the calmness of a normal arcanist.

"Shane, your wealth is almost not worth your achievements, I will transfer the remaining shares of the Dawnblade to you, and the ship belongs to you. The marriage matter is put on hold for the time being, but only this time, since you are not willing to develop according to the clan's plan, can you tell us about your own plan? ”

Sean has nothing to hide from his mentor: "Mentor, when I'm done dealing with the trolls, I'm going to travel far away to see what our world is like." ”

"It's okay," the tutor thought for a while, "After learning the knowledge of the books, I will go out for a walk." Accumulate enough knowledge and come back to learn. Sean, I'm looking forward to seeing you next time you have the ability to learn our core knowledge a second time. ”