Inside the manor and outside the manor are two completely different worlds.

As the guards pushed open the gate, a wave of brilliant light enveloped in fiery waves towards several people.

On the high ceiling, ornate magic chandeliers hang in the air, and the golden glow renders the entire hall magnificently like the sun. Melodious and gentle music seems to have magical power, and it touches everyone's hearts all the time.

As far as the eye can see, the elegant High Elves are chatting and laughing or dancing on the dance floor. The crystal clear glass glistens in the light, and the intoxicating fragrance is constantly emanating from it, as if even the smell can be intoxicating.

What dazzled Lanlos the most was the magical aura that almost most of these nobles' delicate and elegant dresses and the bright luster of jewelry on them.

But they're all as flashy as Ferendre.

Lanlos shook his head silently, anger rising inexplicably in his heart.

You know, those elven warriors who are on the front line are fighting against the trolls of Zuaman, and even they don't have such sophisticated magical equipment, these nobles, unexpectedly......

Soon, though, Lanlos stabilized his mood.

Although the war has broken out now, it does not accuse these nobles of being greedy for pleasure.

Stability in the rear was a guarantee of the smooth war at the front, and it was thanks to the extravagance and profligacy of these nobles that the economy of Queldore was stabilized.

If such drinking parties were to be banned because of the war, I am afraid that many of the merchants and workers who provided services for this purpose would go bankrupt. Consumption is one of Quel'Thalas's major means of maintaining social stability, not only to stabilize people's morale, but also to provide a large number of employment opportunities.

Especially in times of war, such extravagant parties are held frequently to divert or alleviate the worries of the people.

Who made the High Elves rich?

Damn rich people......

Reaching into the space bag and looking at his salary that had been severely reduced due to the purchase of professional skills and raw materials, the passion that Lanlos had originally mobilized by this atmosphere instantly vanished.

"Dear Elona, could I have the pleasure of inviting you to a dance?"

The most important thing to flirt with is to be thick-skinned, and obviously, Ferendre has made the most of this. With the atmosphere of the party, he was confident that the other party would not be disgusted by his fleshy name.

Of course, a magister like Alona will naturally not be led by the other party.

Waving her hand, Alona declined the other party's invitation: "No, I'm a little tired after a long journey, I'd better rest first." ”

The old man of the flower bush has always seen a rabbit and does not scatter an eagle, and Ferendre was not discouraged when he saw that the other party was like this, and was about to continue to speak, but he was suddenly stunned.

Pushing Lansarn with his elbow, Lanlos approached him and whispered: "See, this is the initiative I have always emphasized, if you can do him so shamelessly, your relationship with Mentor Elona will be long, hehe......"

Lanlos seemed to have forgotten that several people were standing relatively close, and as spellcasters, their perception was good, and the undisguised 'whispers' were taken into everyone's ears word for word.

Compared to the whole party, the atmosphere at the door instantly dropped to freezing.

Lanzahn tensed, pushed Lanros away, and looked at Alona nervously, as if to say that he didn't know the thing. As for Alona, she still kept smiling, a cold smile.

Ferendre was about to explode: "What are you doing?!Take him away!Go!"

"Why are you so grumpy, I thought the Earl's son was so well educated, tsk......" Lanlos shrugged his shoulders and turned towards the bar in the corner.

"Don't call me a mentor. But before leaving, he didn't forget to secretly give Lanzahn a thumbs up in support. Of course, this time it's really whispering.

Finally sent away this Heavenly Evil Lone Star......

Seeing Lanlos walking away, Ferendre took a deep breath and finally regained his gentlemanly posture just now. However, before he could speak, a figure he had not been paying attention to stepped forward, just in the middle of him and Alona.

"Guide...... Alona, I, may I invite you to a drink, a drink?"

Looking at the 10,000-year-old spare tire in front of him in a daze, Ferendre's face showed a disdainful smile. Don't forget, he's been working in place of Lanlos all this time, and he's already had a deep understanding of this competitor.

It's just a stupid wood, and he's so unconfident to even speak, how can he ......

Smiling, Alona gently grabbed Lansarn's arm: "Okay, but I like quieter places." ”

Lansahn nodded heavily, holding back the excitement of wanting to burst through his throat.

How, maybe?!Watching the two slowly leave, Ferendre froze in place.

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Outside the manor, on the top of a tall building not far away, a dazzling flash of light was fleeting.

A middle-aged man wrapped in pitch-black leather armor was prostrate on the rooftop, holding a small telescope in his hand, constantly looking at the Earl's Manor below.

Familiar face, he is......

"Serris, guess who I saw at the main entrance?"

A voice suddenly came from the middle-aged man's side, but he didn't see any elves.

Putting away the binoculars, Serris picked up an inconspicuous pebble next to him and said out of thin air, "Don't sell it, Sintar, unless you want to get beaten up when you go back." ”

"Okay, okay, the boss is mighty. An imperceptible magic surged from the smooth stone, and a very disobedient compliment suddenly came out of it, "It's your friend, that Lanloth. ”

Suddenly stunned, Seris was stunned for a while before coming back to his senses: "How did he appear here?"

"How do I know, you ask me?"

“...... Stinky boy, I'll teach you how to respect your elders when you go back. Originally, he wanted to ask a question, but when he saw a faint stream of light flashing on the stone, and felt that the other party's communication with him was unilaterally cut off, Ceris hated it with hatred.

But compared to this, the elven mage he hadn't seen for a long time came to his mind.

How did you show up at this juncture? It's so weird......

An inexplicable feeling of uneasiness welled up in his heart, and Seris picked up the stone and said, "Everyone listen, try to avoid contact with Lanlos and don't expose ......"

"It's late, he recognizes me......"

Lanlos stood at the bar, smiling at the young bartender in front of him who was working on his own with his head down. Of course, he was like this because he knew the lad.

Remember, it was he who ambushed himself at the door when he entered the thief's den on the Murder Trail.

"Nerison, right?"

Trembling all over, the empty wine glass in the elf young man's hand fell off in an instant, and it was about to be shattered, and an invisible force suddenly lifted the wine glass and slowly floated in front of Lanloth.

"Can I have a glass of wine?"

Seeing that the other party had used a spell to relieve his exposure crisis, Nelison raised his head and looked at him, and gratefully agreed to the other party's request.

As the other approached, Lanlos focused his gaze on his neck, and then suddenly smiled.

Concealment communication is more imperceptible than communication, and it doesn't need to move your lips, as long as you know how to use the lost arcane energy, you can silently transmit messages. Unfortunately, the High Elves, bathed in the glow of the Sunwell, have been knowledgeable about the workings and rough control of arcane arts almost since birth.

As a second-ring spell glyph, this is much more expensive than the shrinking glyph that Eldagossa had lent him in the first place.

Shotguns for guns, it seems that Cerris's small life during this time is quite nourishing......

"Nellison, can you show me?" Pointing to the other party's necklace, Lanlos asked with a smile.

Shaken, Nerison was stunned for a long time, apparently communicating with Seris, but soon, he nodded.

Placing the necklace around his neck, Lanlos laughed even more as he listened to the familiar and helpless voice.

"Isn't this our big hero? Why, are you here for the celebration party? Is it too late at this time?"