No sooner had he repelled the undead attack, Dmitry White Tusk, Lord of the Poltic Fortress, couldn't wait to hold a banquet and invite all the great men in the city to enjoy it.

Only the most advanced professionals will receive an invitation from Lord Med.

This lord with a serious aristocratic fetish, although perhaps the weakest legend of Prometheus, on the other hand, is indeed an out-and-out master of etiquette.

The standard of the banquet was based on the ancient standard of the Habsburg nobility of the Leiding plane, and was almost comparable in etiquette to the royal banquet in the secular plane.

Mr. Shelley Frankenstein, who is new to the realm of the extraordinary, should not have been invited.

However, by chance, the innocent and lovely Miss Snowman White Ivory introduced her lord father to the noble mage from Eisenhaug.

With a unique crown spell, the power mage is known as the 'noble mage'.

Intrigued, Lord Dmitry agreed to meet with the young mage who had been praised by his daughter.

The first time they met, Dmitry was instantly impressed by the young mage.

Elegant manners, extraordinary conversation, and a natural voice like a kraken, each syllable spit out is like a ballad, and there is a thrilling charm in every gesture.

This set of etiquette is a bit like the gate valve wealthy family in the fairy world......

In just half an hour, Cangye successfully captured the lord with the blessing of the [Extraordinary Charm] ability, and got the opportunity to participate in tonight's banquet.

The purpose of building a spiritual armament is to better integrate into human society and win the greatest benefits for oneself.

Shelley Frankenstein is his own identity after disguising himself as a human.

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At night, the heavily defended mage fortress was brightly lit, and expensive magical floating lamps hung from the ceiling out of thin air, illuminating the hall as if it were day.

A big man in the city came to the banquet one after another. Most of them were spellcasters, wearing mage robes and carrying staffs, and only a few non-casters attended the banquet in tight gentleman's attire and evening dress.

Nothing so flashy during the war did not make any mage uncomfortable.

In the mage's world, every spellcaster spends most of his life closely connected with spell experiments, curious, cautious, fanatical, inquisitive, and strict about time...... It is a label attached to the caster in the eyes of the public.

However, a qualified spellcaster cannot be worldly, and social etiquette also has an important impact on a mage's life, and no mage can be completely disconnected from society unless he is completely degenerated into a lich.

What's more, this banquet is not a simple social event.

In the lavishly decorated hall, but with a glorious classical beauty, the marble sculptures that can be seen everywhere are next to mages who are talking happily, which subverts the perception of mages that others have always had.

However, unlike the other guests, the casters still talk to each other about the wizarding world.

Dressed in a pure white bronzing gentleman's suit, with a wide collar and narrow waist, the tight texture highlights the tall figure, and the streamlined lines are between hard and soft, constantly swaying at the boundary between the two sides to achieve perfection.

I have to say that Cangye's appearance is indeed at the top level in terms of the aesthetics of dimensional humans, and even among the high-spirits, children of light elves, deep sea mermaids or light-winged celestial clans with outstanding appearances, they can be regarded as the highest appearances.

Night's appearance naturally attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

Both men and women were amazed by the appearance of the person in front of them, and even the caster who was obsessed with occult research was also fascinated by this look, and a question could not help but arise in everyone's minds at the same time:

Can humans really be as beautiful as gods?

There are amazing nature and jealousy, many well-groomed men looked at the woman who was still admiring them just now and looked at this beautiful boy, and they couldn't help but feel jealous.

His appearance is impeccable, so he naturally has to target the lack of night, such as his first entry into the extraordinary rank.

"Dressed up more beautiful than a rabbit, but his strength is pitifully low!"

"I really don't know how he got in, this physique of my entourage can beat him two!"

"This kid looks pretty good, I don't know what it tastes like underneath......"

All kinds of explicit words, bright or dark, poured out into the night, and in this regard, the night was always a light and breezy expression, and the smile at the corner of his mouth never disappeared, as if all the slander against himself in the world was not taken to heart.

This concentration is close to the level of a sage by human standards, but not all human beings are sages.

Accompanying Cangye was a pretty girl with big blonde braids and a gorgeous white princess dress.

At this time, the girl's eyes were firmly fixed on the night, as if the world in her eyes could only accommodate the night alone, with lace gloves wringing handkerchiefs in her hands, there was tenderness and resentment in her eyes.

"Sir, aren't you angry that they insult you like this?"

The girl's voice was soft and weak, and her emerald green eyes seemed to hide two gems.

"Please let the little girl do a good job for you, please rest assured, as the daughter of the lord, I have this power."

Cangye looked at the girl with a smile, and said softly:

"Words are sometimes like a sharp sword, but to me, the sword is useless!"

"Don't let this get your hands dirty, let's go to the side and talk about it."

The girl looked at the night with a foolish look, and just let the night be at the mercy of him and leave with him.

This behavior made many people even more jealous, and they no longer paid attention to their demeanor when they spoke, and ridiculed someone as a coward and coward, but the jealousy in their eyes ignited themselves like a flame.

Cangye didn't pretend to be a gesture, but he really didn't care about these malicious insults.

In its cold spiritual world, these people who will only be cheap in their tongues are often real cowards, who are themselves transcendent beginners, but those who speak are not even extraordinary.

Some of these people are second-generation family members who have followed their elders, and some are apprentices who have studied with the archmage, who have seen the world that ordinary people cannot see, but they cannot really enter that world due to their laziness, slackness, or mediocre qualifications.

The real tragedy of them is that they have great ambition but no ability to match it, and they do not work for it, and they are blindly addicted to the pleasures of power that come with power, and even more sadly, they do not see this themselves.

Such a person is destined to have no contact with him, and he cannot threaten himself, and the only effect he has may be a little disgusting, but that is also for ordinary humans.

Putting these clowns aside.

The result of the scent has been parsed, and now, the night has found the owner of the scent at this banquet.

Beside a marble statue not far from him, a female mage with a black veil mask was holding a heavy book and flipping through it with relish.

This is not a magic book, and on the cover there is a row of beautiful gilded text that reads:

Queen Helena's unruly love after twilight.

Ignoring what kind of book this is for the time being, staring at the masked female mage, Cang Ye knew that he had met an acquaintance.

How bold it is for a witch to appear openly on the territory of the mages!

"Ah, it's you!"

An exclamation came from behind him, and the night turned his head to look, and then saw a young girl looking at him in surprise and anger.

Familiar faces appeared, and the night soon understood where this menacing malice came from.

The girl was none other than Miss Lilith, who had been placed in the coffin by the night.