In the vast golden palace, the entire banquet hall is lit up by hanging candles.

Heterochromatic gemstones are set in huge gold columns, which are illuminated by candlelight.

Huge curtains fell from both sides, straight and light red drapes that stretched down the roof until they dragged to the golden ground.

Forest-green potted plants hang in the air, lush foliage spilling out of the crystal, hanging on either side of the high platform of the ballroom.

The expansive dome floods the night sky into the conference hall, and the cool evening breeze sways with the candles.

The soothing music whispers like quiet angels on both sides.

On the central table in the banquet hall was a huge nine-tiered cake.

The height was even as high as the red curtain that fell from the shoulder.

The bright candlelight shines on the face of every nobleman.

The nobles raised their glasses respectfully to each other and then pushed their glasses to change them.

The nobles present knew that the princess's true birthday was only on the day after seven days.

But His Majesty held such a grand banquet tonight.

Especially when the undercurrents are surging recently,

The Mage Council has never been associated with any country.

But because of Victor's shocking performance last time, the whole world once again paid attention to this unusual organization.

Under the attention of the world, the member of the Mage Council - Heim Horn.

He even took the initiative to announce to all the countries of the whole world:

They are the orthodox goddess of justice.

Most countries did not let this lightly act as a result.

Even if it's to stand up and take the initiative to support the Mage Council.

After all, there are too many believers in the goddess of justice.

All the people in the City of Algorithms joined in and became followers of the Goddess of Justice.

Nor can it add a little wave to the ocean of the cardinal number of believers.

The more people stop to watch, the more cautious the countries that come after them will be.

After all, in this world, there has been a long, long time since there has been a true god.

The gods are only recorded in the past, and some gods are even difficult to find.

But the believers of the gods still exist in the world.

For the supreme gods they worship, they recruit believers throughout the world.

The Church of the Goddess of Justice is one of them.

Except on the territory of the empire.

The Church of the Goddess of Justice is located in almost every country, in every corner, and in every land in the world.

Like rats lurking in the shadows of the world, they can be found almost everywhere.

Even elsewhere, their denomination developed a pope as a way to lead the world to follow the Goddess of Justice.

This goddess of justice, after all, is the last god left in the world.

And now, in the case of the Church of the Goddess.

The Council of Mages was also able to take the initiative to stand up and proclaim to the world that its claims to legitimacy were indisputable.

This makes people wonder if it is the dove occupying the magpie's nest, or the legislatively arrogant.

In short, at this grand banquet, almost all the nobles discussed the matter.

Leah and Hernie stood side by side, shining like two bright stars in the crowd.

Hernie wore square-rimmed glasses that showed a bit of composure, and wore a delicate black gown.

The slender black dress was dotted with a few dark flowers, which made Hernie a little mysterious.

She wore a pair of lace gloves, and a black silk curtain drape hung down from her shoulders, which was all the more touching in the midst of all this.

Leah stood beside her, glass gracefully in her hand.

She was dressed in a slender white gown, the hem of which slowly dragged to the ground, exuding a cool sheen.

A pair of stud earrings encrusted with pure rubies are a striking sight.

The thick fluff on the shoulders of the dress gives Lia a unique sense of maturity.

The temperament of the two is very different, but the beauty has its own characteristics.

Throughout the banquet, it was particularly eye-catching.

The eyes of many nobles fell on the two of them, and they all showed expressions of amazement.

Leah smiled and greeted the nobles around her in a friendly manner, swimming easily in the crowd like a quiet fish.

Some of the nobles' eyes fell on Henny, who was next to Leah, and they couldn't help but look demented.

Even their brains seemed to be a little more sluggish, and they all asked curiously:

"Who's that lady next to Miss Leah?"

"It's a little too beautiful."

"Hiss ......."

The nobles' cheeks flushed slightly when they saw Hernie.

When Hernie's gaze swept over them, they even lowered their heads in panic, not daring to look at her.

But there was also someone with flushed cheeks, took a deep breath, raised his head and poured the wine from the wine glass in his hand into his stomach.

Straightening up his luxurious clothes and puffing out his chest, he wanted to go up and talk to Heni.

But when he took two steps and wanted to say hello to Herney, he was suddenly stopped.

A middle-aged man ran out, grabbed the man's shirt, and shouted in a low voice:

"Are you crazy, you kid?"

"Dad, don't stop me, I have to ask a wife to go back today......"

"That's the retainer of the Clavenna family, don't you see the people walking side by side with Miss Leah?"

Speaking of this, the man's flushed face faded a little impulsively, and he gasped.

But his gaze remained on Henie's moving appearance.

"Also, at this age, he is already an associate professor of the Academy of Magic, a third-order mage! Are you worthy of someone? ”

The man was stunned, he suspected that he had misheard.

"What..... What? Third-Order Mage? ”

"Don't care if she's a third-order mage or not, you can tell me clearly, it's someone from the Clavenna family, don't give it to Lao Tzu and I will provoke it."

The old man glared at him, and the man shuddered suddenly.

His cold sweat instantly ran up his back, and he spat out a mouthful of turbid breath in his chest.

The reluctant gaze finally gradually ripped away from Hernie's body as the man left.

During this time, Victor's fame led to a rapid increase in the attention of the Clevina family.

There are even many people who pay attention to Victor, the former little teaching assistant.

They don't even need to investigate too much to find out.

This beautiful Miss Hernie has only graduated from the Academy of Magic for a year.

At the age of twenty, she had already become a third-order mage.

Her beauty and wisdom are like those mesmerizing demons in fairy tales, and they are irresistible.

Many nobles still looked at Hernie, discussing Henie's background.

"It is said that they used to attend the Royal Academy of Magic, and when they graduated, they also worked as a teaching assistant at the academy for a year."

"Went to school at the academy before? Why have I never seen her? ”

"And he's a retainer of the Clavenna family, to put it mildly, isn't it Victor's ......"

The more obsessed many people look at Hernie, the more their hearts itch.

Where did Victor get so many big babies?

Leah takes Hernie through the infatuated aristocrats, intending to find a relatively quiet place to sit.

After sitting down, Leah's gaze sneaked into Hernie.

More precisely, to peek down at Hernie's upper body.

Well......

Big baby indeed.

When choosing a dress, Hernie compared a lot, and finally chose a style that showed less skin.

But this somewhat tight dress is on Hernie's body.... Well..... seems to be trying her best to show off her proud and wonderful figure.

There's a sense of beauty that comes out of nowhere.

Indeed, this will undoubtedly attract the attention of those nobles even more.

Not to mention the nobles, even Leah felt a little jealous.

It's no wonder that Victor had always let Hernie wear that coat before, it turns out that this guy has been enjoying this scenery to himself.

'So Victor likes this?' ’

Leah thought to herself, and then plucked up the courage to glance down at herself.

No, it's no better than that....

So, the two sat together silently.

Leah is still comparing other places with refusal to admit defeat.

The entire banquet hall seemed a little quiet to the ears of the two.

But soon, a beautiful figure broke the lonely silence.

Erica stepped into the ballroom, her black evening gown topped by a heavy white collar with folds, blending seamlessly with Erica's long blonde hair.

She took Duke Rivi's arm and walked into the banquet hall, shining step by step.

She strutted high, and her eyes revealed a confident and noble temperament.

Calm and elegance bloomed at the same time, making countless nobles exclaim.

Eyes followed the exclamation to Erica's body again, and naturally the nobles' respectful greetings to Duke Rivi were indispensable.

"Good evening, Duke."

"Good evening, Lord Duke."

"Lord Duke."

Duke Rivi had a spring breeze on his face, but he still responded calmly and dignified to every nobleman one by one.

In recent days, the Du Chloe family has been in full swing, and the family's reputation has grown, and the Duke of Rivey has ushered in the glory of his family.

Now, in the entire history of the world, the youngest third-order mage is Erica Du Chloe.

There is only one evaluation of Erica in everyone's hearts -

Promising.

There is a lesson to be learned from the past.

Victor, who was once 20 years old, broke the record of being the youngest third-order mage.

And now, he has also become the youngest fourth-order mage.

Powerful and famous.

In the eyes of people who don't know the truth, seventeen-year-old Erica is naturally not much worse than Victor.

It's just that there are too many magical geniuses in the empire recently.

A Victor suddenly appeared before.

There was a Hernie out of thin air today.

Now, there's also Erica Du Chloe.

How can geniuses sprout so quickly as mushrooms after a rain?

But when they thought about it, they suddenly realized the most shocking fact.

Whether it's Hernie or Erica.

They were all related to Victor.

Henie was Victor's teaching assistant, and Erica had always been Victor's student.

This......

Now is it too late to ask Victor if he will accept students?

While Erica was enjoying the amazement of the gazes.

A sound of a thump on crutches gradually walked in front of her father.

Mage Baker smiled and nodded slightly at Duke Rivi.

"Duke, meet again."

Mage Baker smiled and nodded slightly at Duke Rivi.

Seeing this, Levi patted Erica's arm.

Erica was very sensible and took a step back slightly, standing on the duke's side.

She bowed gracefully to the Duke of Baker who came and greeted him:

"Mr. Baker."

"I won't bother you talking to your father."

As the words fell, Erica stopped and politely turned away.

Baker looked at the departing Erica and praised the Duke without hesitation:

"Duke, your daughter is really promising."

To be honest, Baker never thought about it.

When I saw Erica a few months ago, the other party was still a reckless little girl.

Although he is a second-order mage, he can only be called a genius.

And now.

Whether it's her maturity or strength.

have reached a suitable stage.

is already the youngest genius in the empire, but he is still not arrogant.

"I've lived most of my life, and I'm still stuck in the third order."

"Unexpectedly, your daughter is only seventeen years old, and she is already exactly the same as my old man."

At this, Baker laughed and coughed twice.

There seemed to be a bit of envy in his eyes.

"Where, where, after all, it's a young man."

Levi waved his hand, a little sighing.

The two chatted briefly and exchanged pleasantries for a while.

As if suddenly remembering something, Baker approached Duke Rivi and asked softly:

"Duke, what's going on with this banquet today?"