[Western Fantasy] The black-skinned elf also wants to hug the rich woman’s lap today

A witch's ball is not much different from an ordinary banquet. There is no need to follow the procedures. But the "dance" itself is considered too fashionable in Gabu City.

This fancy form requires unnecessary financial expenditure and has not had any positive effect. The big bosses in the City of Adventurers prefer to be more serious than these gentle tests of each other - after all, this is not an imperial city, and there are no powerless nobles and those who talk secretly and secretly.

No one knew why the new witch was throwing a ball, but everyone in town was happy.

The merchants were happy. The old half-elf city lord had always been stoic. He said impolitely and was hard-pressed to please. Now this man seems to be a lot better. Treasures from all over the continent have been shipped to Gabu one by one. I came all the way just to dedicate it to this city lord lady.

The bards rejoiced. The taste of the people of Gabu City is still stuck in the upgraded version of Liulong Aotian, which is about fighting and killing. The latest version is the old-fashioned "Don't bully young people who are poor". The romantic stories of the imperial capital are ignored in Gabu. The poets learned from the pain and concluded the reason. These country people have no interest in life. They have never even seen the dance where boys and girls spend time and night promising each other a lifetime. After the new city owner's vigorous publicity, Gabu City will definitely be able to keep up with the pace of the imperial capital. , into romanticism.

People are happier when they have fun. After watching too many people playing with guns and sticks, they always need a change of taste. But the happy people of Gabu City are the happy people of Gabu City after all. They were only looking forward to seeing if there would be a fight between them at the new city lord's ball.

But the expectations of Lezi people are likely to be disappointed. O'Brien touched his empty stomach, praying that there would be more delicacies at the dance that he could not usually eat (he had left enough room for this), and he was also a little worried that it would suddenly bark out of control later.

That would be so embarrassing. Alvin will kill him.

The group leader Ai Wen specially reserved a luxury carriage and was now sitting majestically opposite him. O'Brien felt that his nerves were a little overstretched. Her blond hair was meticulously combed back, probably with hair wax applied on it, and it was surprisingly bright under the dim lights on the roadside. His blue eyes stared blankly at his thighs. Presumably the leader is not admiring this extremely well-made three-piece woolen suit with daffodils embroidered on the collar.

What is the leader thinking about now? Like a miserable graduate waiting for an interview. The dark elf crossed his legs and smoothed out a corner of the woolen coat that he bought from the seasonal area and was barely rated as passable by Sylvia. He did not choose to wear that too precious veil or mask, and it was rare for him to openly reveal his charming face in the dark night. He was not ignorant of Alvin's thoughts, but he still chose to turn a blind eye tacitly. After all, he is not a kind-hearted elf, and caring for the physical and mental health of his boss is not within the scope of his responsibilities.

I won't give him any extra money.

The dwarf sat next to him, wearing a white wig that was too funny and exaggerated for elven aesthetics. Arnold claimed that he had asked someone to get the list of guests for the city lord's banquet from the intelligence dealer "Que Tongue".

"These are competitors." Arnold whispered to him. But these subtle sounds of communication obviously spread well in this well-insulated carriage, causing Alvin to tremble again.

The priest patted the leader's shoulder comfortingly, and a bell rang softly on his wrist. The "valuable" bell bought at the market was strung on a red braided rope. Of course, it was the work of an ingenious (self-proclaimed) elf, in exchange for the veil.

Her black hair reached her shoulders and was only held in place by a hood, slowly flowing through the sequined and lace fabric that covered her collarbone. She finally chose the yellow lace dress. It was obviously a delicate color, but whether it was due to the influence of the light at night, the bright colors were suppressed on her body, leaving only a warm glow.

O'Brien lowered his eyes and looked at the priest and group leader sitting opposite him from the corner of his eye. The man is handsome and the woman is beautiful, shining with golden light, and they look right for each other. He unconsciously inherited Sylvia's strange and divergent associations, feeling that they were like the couple on the wedding cake.

So he looked away without any trace.

The carriage's gilded hoops squeezed the gravel road and rumbled.

The city lord's mansion has already been decorated.

The old city lord advocated frugality, and the decoration of the city lord's mansion was naturally more practical than gorgeous. There were not many renovations after the witch moved in, but many flowers were planted outside the building.

Then everyone saw that small pink roses mixed with green leaves covered the walls in layers, and occasionally there was the fragrance of windmill jasmine and yellow wood. From a distance, the original white walls could no longer be seen. It seemed more like a large palace than the city lord's palace. Flower room.

The fragrant wind blew with the night wind. O'Brien sniffed and finally couldn't help but sneeze.

He raised his head and saw the priest looking in the direction of the city lord's palace.

"Smells of magic," she murmured.

After checking their identities, the adventurers were respectfully invited into the house by the waiter. After passing the long upward stairs, they finally arrived at the Hall of Mirrors located in the center of the house. Pushing open the slightly thick oak door, the noisy chatter in the ballroom broke the seal, and forcibly suppressed the melodious music of harp and violin with volume.

The elf sneezed again. A fragrant and hoarse smell of spices squeezed out from the cracks in the wooden door. The presumptuous rudeness made him glance at the group leader sheepishly, but he found that he was confused by the sight in front of him.

Magnificent. This is most people’s first impression of the Hall of Mirrors.

The brightly lit crystal chandelier hangs almost from the ceiling to the light-colored wooden floor, and the white candles on it form a circle, like a burning white flower in the center. The light was reflected by the one hundred and twenty mirrors around the hall, so the hall seemed to be burning. They stood in the middle of the dance floor as if they were standing in the middle of a blazing fire.

Huge floor-to-ceiling windows on all four sides lead to the terrace, from which you can overlook the garden on the ground. But at this time, the floor-to-ceiling windows were covered by thick curtains, which made the room gradually hotter.

There are many acquaintances in the hall. O'Brien quickly scanned it and matched it one by one with the names on Arnold's list. Whether it is the old demon hunting group "Eternal Frozen Nightmare" or the recently popular adventure team "Raven Heart", almost all demon hunting groups and adventure groups with names based in Gabu City have been invited here. , the number of people was more than he expected. His eyes met the red-haired priest and her werewolf, and he nodded as a greeting. Flora waved to him quietly, but the werewolf turned his face without any trace, pulled down Flora's erratic hands, and ignored him.

The waiter walked among the mercenaries carrying a plate. What was on the plate was not some delicacy, but large velvet white camellias with everlasting velvet flowers. From time to time, he would hand the white flowers to a certain adventurer, and soon that lucky adventurer would pass through the curtain and receive an invitation from someone who knows where in the mansion.

The arrival of the Glass Viper team did not cause any commotion. After all, they are not a very famous team, nor have they ever performed any earth-shattering, exciting and highly topical missions. But when the pairs of eyes spying in the hall saw the black-skinned elf, they still couldn't help but frown.

O'Brien put away his usual cynicism, lowered his head and followed the leader through these inspections. I don’t know if it was the city lord’s deliberate action. When they entered the mansion, the guards of the city lord’s palace did not search their belongings too seriously. Although those large and dangerous weapons, such as his mechanical crossbow and the captain’s sword, were all searched. Temporarily detained, the priest's artichoke staff disguised as a walking stick and the dwarf's bits and pieces were not searched.

He looked around the hall of mirrors. Sure enough, no one had any conspicuous weapons, but there were many who secretly hid small weapons.

Most of the invited guests are adventure groups. After all, the supply of priests in this environment exceeds demand. Most young priests still choose to return to the church after finishing their practical internship in Gabu City and find a good job in the Purification Knights. Position.

But even so, the number of priests is still a little too small. O'Brien looked away before he was noticed, staring at his toes out of habit. His identity is sensitive, and there are many bright believers present. Even if there is unlikely to be a conflict at the city lord's dinner, once it does happen, there is a high probability that both parties will be kicked off the list by the city lord.

Believer of light? He suddenly realized something and began to recall Arnold's list in his mind.

There are also many well-known demon hunting groups that have closer cooperation with the Holy See of Light, but none of them appear on the invited list this time.

What does the witch want to do?

Jingle Bell. A small bell sound. His ears twitched. Then he felt the priest beside him holding the corner of his clothes.

"Forbidden Demon." She leaned close to his sleeve and whispered the message to him, "It is probably the formation that comes with this house, and the flow of elements here is hindered."

"Then how are you?" His eyes were looking straight ahead. Alvin had already put on a standard smile, picked up a glass of wine from the table next to him, and blended in with the conversations of several other teams without shyness. , some polite words, then listen politely, and express your insignificant opinions when appropriate.

The priest paused for a moment, perhaps realizing his own feelings, "The movement can still be normal, but the magic circle can only be used to avoid a small part of the forbidden magic, and even if it is used, it will not be too powerful."

Just as she was saying this, she was pulled away by O'Brien. In order to avoid a guest next to her who pretended to eavesdrop casually, she moved closer to him, "But the smell here... to be honest, it makes me a little dizzy. I feel My thinking slowed down and I couldn’t concentrate.”

The elf chuckled softly, and his voice sounded like it was coming out with his tongue in his mouth, with a breathy sound that seemed to be absent.

"Then you should follow me more closely." He teased, speaking slower than usual in order to let her hear clearly in the noisy environment, "Crispy Mage."