Mage Legend

An enigmatic elf appeared at the banquet hall, naturally catching everyone's attention. Lynch had just freed himself from the slowly dissipating divine pressure, immediately sensing multiple Detection Magic spells being cast at him.

He patted Wislin on the shoulder, and before the Paladin could turn around to check, Lynch slowly retreated. The mage bowed slightly and spoke in the purest Elf Language, "I hope everyone enjoys today's meal. I believe Her Majesty, the Queen, also wishes for everyone to relax from the fatigue of travel here, rather than turn it into a showcase of spell abilities."

"Why not sit down and enjoy this feast with us?" Ambit withdrew his spell, as his Prophetic Magic wasn't strong enough to penetrate Lynch's magical defenses. He placed his hand on the arm of the masked figure beside him, seemingly pressing down to prevent the person's rising motion. Meanwhile, Knight Macken simply pointed to the chair beside him and said directly, "You can sit here."

Lynch merely turned towards the Elf Queen, placed his right hand over his heart, and said, "Your Majesty, please allow me to take my leave first."

Thus, after Hernfurry nodded in agreement, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the mage retreated and left the banquet venue. His movements were indistinguishable from those of an elf, which precisely aroused the queen's suspicion. A person so well-versed in elven customs, particularly able to perfectly mimic the Elf Language accent of Heather from this region, while also evading her Detection Magic, was not any local elf she had ever seen. Hernfurry Queen's lips curled into a smile almost imperceptible to others; she already knew who this mysterious elf was.

The attendees naturally shifted their conversations towards the newly-arrived Paladin, but after a few words, they discussed only that mysterious elf. They had all heard of the mighty history of the Elf Kingdom but had never witnessed it for themselves. Now, even a "banquet attendant" could capture the attention of a Great Mage and the famous Dragon Slayer, making them reconsider—are those legends merely just legends?

Morgan had red wine droplets hanging from his beard as he eyed Wislin, admiring the young knight's puzzled expression. He stifled a laugh, internally praising Lynch's outstanding disguise talent. Just as his excited blood threatened to spill the secret, the Dwarf quickly suppressed such desires with a hearty gulp of fine wine.

That night, Lynch stayed in the high Flying City, enjoying a good night's sleep. Meanwhile, the elves of Holy Land Heather, under the guidance of the Great Druid, quietly searched the entire forest for the intruder. For the safety of this meeting, Nosta had put in extensive effort, meticulously ensuring nothing went awry. This time, the perfectionist couldn't figure out where something went wrong.

The Elf Queen's messenger brought a whispered message to Nosta, softly speaking a few words in his ear. Initially taken aback, the Great Druid's furrowed brow gradually relaxed, and he let out a gentle sigh. He told his guards, "Let those elves searching all around go back and rest well. It's resolved; there's no need to be busy anymore. They've really worked hard."

Some people were enjoying their sleep, some were savoring the elf clan's honey wine, some were tossing and turning over the upcoming meeting, while others took advantage of the moonlight to discuss their secret plans. That night would soon pass, but the events of that night lingered long in history before gradually fading away.

The next morning, the bells rang early, but what truly woke everyone was the fresh air and an undisturbed night's sleep. Under the gentle moonlight, everyone had absorbed enough energy, and the fatigue of travel disappeared without a trace in the morning sunlight. Everyone was fully prepared to face an important but very challenging meeting.

The Elf Queen Hernfurry had been waiting at the meeting venue before anyone else. Today she wore a light, comfortable fitted outfit instead of her flowing robe—the attire that most complemented the queen's ethereal temperament but was not suited for the meeting. Representatives from various places soon found their seats; or rather, there were no fixed seats, and they simply chose their preferred spots. Thus, a circular venue under the shade of a tree was set up, and a tree stump platform was positioned a few steps in front of the Elf Queen, serving as the podium.