Patrick returned to his room, and the servant brought a set of refined robes, using the most common gold-edged pattern in Silvermoon City, the waist was white satin, and the hands, shoulder pads, and chest were inlaid with a huge ruby, which was shining, this was the most gorgeous dress in the family, gentle and elegant, luxurious and full of charm.

Come to the main tower of the Mage Guild, which is also the mage tower of Master Oaks-Dawnblade, surrounded by mage schools, white walls and gold tiles, surrounded by walls, overlapping and overlapping, like a majestic palace and a majestic temple. Five steps to the first floor, ten steps to a pavilion, the corridors connected between the buildings are like ribbons, and the towers are also as dense as fish scales, intertwined, twists and turns, not comparable to the town of the Sun Temple.

The elves in the surrounding buildings are also carnival, although they are just little mages, but the habit of pleasure has entered their bones, three by two, with the drinking of wine, the clothes are gradually decreasing, the elves feel the more and more hot air, and begin to slowly contact, kiss, **, want to disperse the fiery breath on the body, but did not expect that what was waiting for them was the other party's more and more fiery response.

Coming to the main hall of the Mage Association, a towering Mage Tower rises in the eyes, the splendid golden roof, the eaves of each layer stretching out, the height is staggered, the rows are one after another, looking at it from afar, it makes people worship, the golden glaze, shining dazzling in the sun, makes people intoxicated, and feels that people can't distinguish the direction of east and west, looking at this magnificent tower, making people's hearts ripple.

The elf at the door saw the person coming and politely gestured, "Hello, Mr. Mage, please wait a moment, we need to confirm our identity." ”

A burst of arcane flashed, and the circle next to the attendant glowed white, and it didn't take long to complete the confirmation.

"Hello, Mr. Patrick Cabolon, please come here." The attendant led Patrick into the garden.

When I came to the inner room, many of the invited mages had already arrived, all dressed up to attend, the male elves were heroic, the female elves were exquisitely beautiful, bustling, and lively.

The table was filled with all kinds of food and wine, and Patrick took a random glass of blue coral reef, which felt similar to the taste of his previous life, bright and translucent, with blue light flashing, refreshing in the mouth, and refreshing in the heart.

After a drink and sitting on the couch next to the inner room, where the Well of the Sun radiates to the point of being greasy, Patrick slowly begins to unleash his spirits, and there is a lot of magic in the Mage Tower, from thermostatic force fields to malicious perceptions.

It's easier to gather arcane here, any elf in Silvermoon City can play a few small magics, and the High Elves are rich and comfortable under the radiation of the Well of the Sun, and only this former Titan creation has such an effect.

There was a female elf who felt her spiritual power being attracted, and with the dual support of Titanor Gannon's platinum disc and Eren Moon Saint, Patrick's arcane fluctuations were not comparable to ordinary mages of the same level.

"Mr. Mage, if you guide your spiritual power so casually, it is easy to cause misunderstanding." She is also a mage, and the female elf is dressed sexy, revealing a white back, fragrant shoulders, and fair skin that makes people easily unable to turn their eyes.

Retracting his spirit, the arcane energy was still overflowing on Patrick's body, "I'm sorry!! ”

"It's a beautiful magical control, I haven't seen you in Silvermoon City." The female elf pasted it, a little close, and could smell the fragrance on her body.

"I'm Patrick, and I've been in the Sun Temple Mage Tower."

"You're Patrick Cabolon?" The elf was excited, and Patrick could feel the light trembling in the elf's chest. "I heard that you led two mages to eradicate a troll fortress in one fell swoop, killing one divine power and a dozen troll priests?"

"Well, that's an exaggeration, but I was in that fight."

"Well, a humble mage, you know? In an hour, the Mage Guild's dinner will begin. The elf's face grew redder.

"Yes, but I don't have anything to do right now."

"I just wanted to remind you that if you were going to do something, there was less than an hour left."

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Under the gimmicky gaze of the elf, Patrick left the small seat and continued back into the hall, picking up a cocktail and taking a sip.

Oaks-Master Dawnblade, the president of the Mage Association of Silvermoon City, appeared, and the surrounding Dawnblade subordinates lined up around, and the party officially began, all the elves looked at the main stage in front of them, and the elves in the audience were cheering for this master.

Master Oaks is a gentle elf, dressed in a standard standard magic robe, his hair is meticulously combed back, and the tips of his hair are flowing and refined, looking capable and spiritual.

After receiving the salute from the elves, the master motioned for everyone to be quiet and began to give a speech for the party.

"Thank you fellow mages for coming, the Quel'Salas dynasty has been able to go through more than 6,000 years of days and nights, and it is inseparable from your hard work............"

It's all polite words, Patrick didn't have the heart to listen to it at all, he took a mobile phone at this time in his previous life, and pretended to be serious.

Finally, when the Oaks-Dawnblade speech ended, the master excused himself and left, and the whole venue returned to its previous state.

Patrick came to the terrace alone, intending to come out and get some air.

"It seems that this dinner did not have much to gain." Patrick thought to himself.

"Coming to the party alone?" A pleasant voice came from behind him.

Patrick turned around and saw a beautiful fairie with shoulder-length hair, "yes, it's my first time attending this party. ”

The elf, like Patrick, held a small wine glass, and it seemed that she had also come to the dinner alone.

"My name is Patrick Cabolon, and I'm from the Temple of the Sun, good evening, this beautiful young lady." Patrick could feel that the other party was also a six-ring mage, with full mental power fluctuations and unknown abilities.

"I've heard of you in Silvermoon City, the leader of the Battle of the Forest of Life." The female elf is very approachable and easy-going. "I'm Luminas Imprint, from Silvermoon City."

"First time attending this party?" Luminas asked curiously.

"Yes, it's the first time I've attended, the Mage Guild's annual dinner."

"I've heard about your outstanding performance in the battle of trolls before, and when I see you today, you're really not an ordinary mage." Patrick's mental power can sense her, and the female elf can naturally understand Patrick through arcane.

Luminas felt Patrick's constant overflowing arcane at that time, and the fresh arcane smell on his body, so he could naturally make a judgment.