In one of the most luxurious halls of Jinhui Castle, carpets, chandeliers, music, food, and all kinds of well-dressed people constitute the most representative aristocratic banquet scene. The madness of the underground arena has been thrown to another plane, and now they are tame and polite, and every smile reveals the flavor of education.

At this time, they greeted happily, waiting for the official beginning of the banquet, and if anyone looked closely, these gentlemen and ladies, in the midst of their eager and polite conversation, from time to time placed their eyes on a few vacant seats. It's the real star of the night, but it's not there yet.

From time to time, there are waiters shuttling back and forth, and no one here really cares about them. But there is a kind of waiter who always attracts everyone's attention. It was a goblin attendant who was not supposed to be present at a human gathering, and every time he appeared with a nobleman, he immediately bent down to listen to his will, and was led into a small room on the side of the hall with some joy.

In this room, Sherlock received his subjects one by one like a lion on a high hill, and at this time, no one dared to think of him as a goblin.

On the night of the harvest festival, people are always reluctant to refuse other people's requests, which is one of the customs of the whole de Grasse, so this night is not a quiet time but the busiest time. Therefore, if you ask Mr. Sherlock at this time, it is easiest to get a good result.

Mr. Sherlock, shipping in the Northland is too expensive, and the price of furs is rising! A German diplomat in his forties said sincerely. Sherlock only nodded slightly, and the diplomat smiled and knew that his mission was accomplished.

"Mr. Sherlock, we are planning to open a new route in the port of Garros, which will save a lot of money, but we need your support!" said an old captain, hunched over. Sherlock frowned and said, "Old Ham, I can understand your difficulties, but this matter requires the cooperation of Councilor Simon. If you can solve his side, there is no problem with the funds. Old Ham nodded again and again, and even said that he would definitely solve it.

An individual enters the room, and Sherlock entertains them differently. Most of them got the results they wanted and left with a smile. But there are also a few who weep. At this time, there are often people who know the way to pay attention to their expressions to judge who will be the protagonist of this stage and who will be ousted in the next year.

But when these people leave, they always can't help but look at the goblin who is responsible for recording next to them, and he is also responsible for guiding them. This position has been held by the son of Sherlock Councillor in previous years. But everyone knew that the stupid goblin was missing. I don't know how many people are happy that Sherlock has lost his son, but no one dares to ask this question in front of Sherlock.

The goblin was none other than Gru, who was holding a pen and writing on a piece of paper. When the last one is over, the pen can finally stop and leave a perfect stop on the blank paper.

Gru finished his last sentence, looked up and said to Sherlock, "Father, is this all right?"

Sherlock picked up the notebook, flipped through it casually, nodded with satisfaction and touched Gru's head and said, "Well done, you have to remember the names and identities of these people, I will tell you what they mean to us, this is important, but not the most important, we can't relax when learning magic, although we are a little tired, but who called us goblins?"

Gru nodded heavily, the last thing the goblin was afraid of being tired. And Gru never dreamed that one day he would be able to learn magic. What an amazing thing. Coupled with the things Sherlock had taught him, he didn't even have time to sleep. But he is no longer a little goblin in the library, the most reasonable meal arrangement, and the therapist's must be a massage, all of which give full play to his energy.

Sherlock led Gru out of the room, and in the other rooms at the edge of the hall, Arthur was relieved that he was now in the form of Saint Roll, and that his job was to entertain the strange mages.

Arthur and Gru received the same treatment, and several mages secretly speculated about his relationship with Mage Mel, and even asked directly about one who was particularly reckless, Arthur could only smile and say, "You will find out tonight!"

Almost busy, Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly saw Able wave away the people gathered around him and walk onto the balcony. Arthur thought about it and followed, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, dragons don't like to be busy! It's boring to always play with a bunch of reptiles!"

Able sighed and said, "They are not reptiles, and the fate of dragons sometimes depends on these seemingly small humans. But you should have regretted it now! You would have had the opportunity to sit with us and accept their worship. ”

Arthur jumped lightly on the balcony railing and said with a smile: "Being yourself is the happiest!"

Able squinted his eyes and smiled, "You should be the head dragon!" As Arthur felt when they first met, Abel had a look that didn't match his face, and he now smiled with a feminine flavor without compromising his charm in the slightest. This is probably the talent of dragons!

Arthur smiled and agreed, "Yes, if only I were a dragon, preferably a silver dragon!"

That made Able feel better to kill him again.

At this moment, there was an exclamation from outside the hall, Arthur cast his gaze, only to see a huge bipedal wyvern descending from the sky with an unparalleled momentum, and then an unusually mighty man jumped down from the back of the wyvern, and several attendants hurriedly stepped forward to take off the cloak and coat he wore for the long journey. The man walked into the hall with his head held high without squinting, full of the proud gesture of no one else.

The corners of Abel's mouth couldn't help but hook a sneer of disdain, and he explained to Arthur beside him: "This is Mr. Eragon, the dragon knight, the president of the mercenary union, the lord of the city of Shabak mercenaries, and now he has reached the legendary realm and has the title of the king of mercenaries. It probably has something to do with the dungeon!"

Arthur thought to himself: Sherlock is not the one who covers the sky in the Tower Gate, there will be different factions in any organization, and this Eragon is probably another faction.

With the appearance of several protagonists, the atmosphere of the banquet suddenly became hot. Sherlock, Able, Mel, and a few others that Arthur didn't know walked onto the stage, and then there were boring congratulatory messages and some spectacle speeches, when the series of procedures was completed.

Sherlock suddenly said, "I have something to announce here today!" and the noisy hall fell silent. Gru walked up to the stage a little nervously and saluted everyone, everyone here knew him in a short time, this is the charm of power.

"This is my long-lost son, Gru!" Sherlock said with a happy expression. Gru is of course not related to Sherlock, but of course no one will ever find out about that. Everyone understands that this goblin, who is still a little shy, will be one of the rulers of this country in the future. "I wish he was as stupid as Sherlock's last son!" was the thought that came to many people's minds, but now they knew that they had to respect the little goblin in front of them, no matter how disdainful they were.

Master Mel also came up at this time and smiled and said, "First of all, I wish Mr. Sherlock, but when it comes to good news, I have one too. Mel put his hand on Arthur's shoulder next to him and said, "This will be my first disciple after level fifteen, Arthur." ”

There was a roar in the hall, and the dragon knight Eragon's face instantly sank.

Fifteen level, the legendary realm, if the fourteenth level can only be regarded as a strong person, then the fifteenth level is a super weapon, a talent that any country must respect, in the war, a legendary mage is equivalent to a nuclear weapon when the earth is time, that is a weight that can turn things around, and the number of legendary powerhouses in a country often represents the national strength of the country. The emergence of a fifteenth level affects not only the situation of Merica, but also the form of the entire continent.

Everyone knows: Merica is about to change. And Arthur immediately became the focus of people, and the concentration of sight at that moment made Arthur feel a burning feeling. Originally, Arthur wanted to continue to hide his identity, but Mr. Mel thought that there was no need for this. Far away in Bloodthorn Andrew plus himself, two legends, can already do without scruples about those things. Now that the enemy has launched the first wave of offensive, give them a real war!

Gru and Arthur also became the core of envy, and they instantly possessed something that others would have struggled for all their lives, and that kind of thing had an abstract name called power. But they didn't know what Arthur had refused, and if they had, they would have been incomprehensibly scolding madmen, some of which they couldn't understand.

That's why Arthur doesn't blame Field, because he knows that that's what Field is after, and when a person puts himself in your shoes and gives you what he thinks is good, you may not like it, but you can't blame him for it.

The banquet continued, but no one could calm down, and what happened tonight was amazing. A new successor to the kingdom has appeared, and a fifteenth-level legendary mage has been born. It was as if two boulders had been dropped from the surface of a calm lake, causing a monstrous wave, in which everyone had to think about their position, whether they would rise with the waves or be swept into the abyss by the whirlpool. On the road to power, every ascent is so hard and tiny. But the decline can make people unrecoverable in an instant.