Chapter 1430 1402. Ten People
Yennefer and Geralt, a pair of friendly acquaintances, left early. When they left, men and women could feel the heat in their eyes. , so they all tacitly understood what they were going to do.
Fortunately, Arethusa has set aside so many rooms just for the banquet guests.
As if appreciating the courage of the first couple to leave to do 'business', a burst of gentle applause came and moved closer.
It was a black-haired sorceress. She seemed to have gotten rid of her male companion and was now wandering alone at the banquet.
The sorceress looked straight at Lan En coming.
Seemingly knowing that the witcher didn’t know many people present, Margarita stepped forward and called out the person’s name, thus avoiding an embarrassing situation.
“Hey, Sabina, long time no see!”
Margarita’s enthusiasm is so eloquent that she can fool almost everyone except Lan En.
"Yes, long time no see, our party queen! You are still dazzling today."
The sorceress responded, hugging Margarita at the same time, kissing each other's earrings and sides of their ears. Then there is Triss.
"Lan, this is Sabine Grievesig of Ad Kale." Triss introduced her with a calm demeanor, as if the two of them were complaining about Yennefer just now. Same as another person. "She has the same status as me, but she is in Kaedwen."
The witcher bowed politely and saluted. It was a kiss on the hand, but under Lan En's control, he did not really Make physical contact.
Young people have long discovered that sorceresses like this kind of etiquette. To put it bluntly, it can make them feel like they are being treated like princesses and satisfy their vanity.
“Oh, I never thought that the ridiculous things in the rumors are actually true.”
The words in Sabina's mouth seemed to be responding to Triss and Margarita, but her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her, and she puffed up her chest proudly.
"How do you usually get along? Together? Or individually?"
"I haven't slept with Triss yet, but we are both really obsessed with him. Don't It doesn't matter." Margarita responded as if nothing happened, but the smile on her lips slightly faded, "But your shirt is really beautiful, isn't it, Lan En?" En declined to comment.
Sabina's shirt is made of black tulle, allowing her curvy figure to be seen at a glance. It is really unobstructed, the fabric is so transparent, onlookers can see it without any effort at all. The whole view to that chest, all of it.
Her crimson skirt was tied with a wide belt with a rose-shaped metal buckle. The skirt has side openings. This style is very popular at the moment, and Margarita is also wearing this style.
But Margarita is a normal style, the side opening of the skirt only reaches the thigh, while Sabina goes directly over the hips and opens the side opening to the waist.
Lan En was like a wood carving, not taking Sabina's words. Margarita and Triss next to them were still smiling, but the witcher could feel that they were already extremely angry.
Sabina didn’t seem to dare to play with fire too much in front of Margarita and Triss. She just gave the Witcher a suggestive look, and then used the excuse of seeing an acquaintance. left.
Margarita's lips moved, and she cursed in a low voice while looking at Sabina's back, and Triss did the same.
It's just that the two sorceresses' scoldings were a bit unpleasant, and Lan En really didn't want to remember them.
At this moment, the door of the banquet hall opened again, and several people walked in with a very grand gesture.
"They are coming." Triss cleared her throat, "Finally they are here."
Lan En also frowned and looked at them. This was the person he planned to focus on tonight. , five members of the Society of Talents and Skills, and five members of the Supreme Council of Warlocks.
Tissaya was leading the way. She was wearing a complicated but conservative long dress, which should have been a style from hundreds of years ago.
The person beside her who politely raised her hand to support her was Hen Gedimitis, or to use a more formal name, Gerhard of Elle.
For a great mage with hundreds of years of experience, it is not unusual to have many names.
"You probably haven't seen the blond elf in the back, right, my dear?" Margarita shook her glass playfully and introduced Lan En.
“That is Francesca Findabel, also known as Enid Ann Galina, which means ‘valley daisy’ in the ancient language. Many people say that she should be the most beautiful witch in the world.”
She is astonishingly beautiful, with big eyes like a docile doe.
"She looks very young." Lan En commented, not touching the 'most beautiful' title at all. "Even among elves, she is very young."
"It's just an appearance. " Triss added explanation beside her, "She is a rare pure-blooded elf, with blood in her veins But there is not even a drop of human blood, and the lifespan is much longer than that of ordinary elves.”
In this magical medieval period, the humans who came from the intersection of the celestial spheres drove the elves off their thrones, but in the process, two people were killed. The bloodlines of the two races are very closely mixed together.
Just like now, every northerner counts. Unless they are crazy racists who don’t even have a bit of logic or evidence, no one can pat their chests and guarantee that there is not a drop in their blood vessels. The blood of ancient races.
In the circle of warlocks, the proportion of elves mixed is even higher and common.
"She came here probably to discuss the growing discrimination and hostility towards non-human races in the kingdom."
Margarita said with certainty.
"Tissaya has decided to help her, and many wizards will also stand by her side. The relationship between our group and the ancient races is good. She will not let this opportunity go."
“But look at the escort behind her. , Vilgefortz of Rogoeven just looks younger, but he is really young and promising." "The short man behind, Alto Terranova, this is talent and skill. Five people from the association”
Lan En's eyes looked back, and there were three male warlocks.
That's Fecart of Hydaris, Radcliffe of Ossenfort, and Cardouin of Lang Asset.
These three people, plus Philippa Eilhardt, and Yennefer, who just left early with Geralt, formed the five-person Supreme Council of Warlocks.
"Yennefer, I remember you were chosen because of your merits in the Battle of Sodden Mountain, right?" Lan En suddenly asked.
Triss blushed slightly when she heard this: "Hey, I am not qualified enough and my strength is not enough."
Although Yennefer has always been like Triss's eldest sister, she also went to the battlefield and became famous. She became a member of the Supreme Council of Warlocks, but she did not make any progress.
This still makes Triss a little worried.
Especially with Margarita standing next to you.
Some people squeezed their heads and couldn't get into the parliament, but this one just nodded and entered.
After all, in terms of the most important strength, among the ten people, it is estimated that only the three oldest ones can hold down Margarita.
It's a pity that Sabina, who has been a famous 'party queen' since her school days, was nicknamed Margarita just now.
Later on, my playfulness continued to grow, but my sense of responsibility for the college and students increased.
This sense of responsibility seems to have made Margarita feel very tired, so she has no intention of going further in the warlock group.
After they appeared on the stage, the banquet seemed to really get into the theme. Many warlocks gathered around, wanting a chance to say hello.
“We also have to go over and have a word.” Margarita and Tris walked towards the crowd together, smiling at Lan En, “I’ll give you a try by the way.”
They also all knew what Lan En's main purpose was for coming to this banquet, and they were willing to provide the greatest help.
After the two sorceresses left, and while others were rushing over, Lan slightly loosened the collar of his tight-fitting jacket, and planned to eat something on the dining table. Let your mouth move to pass the time.
The lobsters, also from Keville, have their back shells opened, and the plump and crystal-clear lobster meat is laid out in the open, making people eat with their fingers.
Lan En just went over and took two slices, sprinkled them with mustard juice and put them on the plate.
But obviously, there are still people who do not intend to greet the big shots among wizards at this time.
The tongs in Lan En's hand stopped in mid-air, because the plate of ham slices he wanted to pick up was being brought closer to him by his other hand.
"Your attentive performance makes me reluctant to take action, sir."
Lan En chuckled and glanced sideways at the Redanian secret agent beside him.
The fat man was wearing a bright yellow tight-fitting top that was open to the chest. It was obvious that this top was strangling him.
And a tall and strong man, nearly two meters tall, looked small in front of Lan En.
"If you are troubled because of me, then please let me apologize, sir. Because I am not too familiar with the rules of this new type of banquet."
Dikerscher said respectfully, asking people to choose Nothing wrong with it.
“In comparison, I still prefer the traditional one. The table is covered with sauce and beer. It’s dark and pleasant. People eat and drink a lot. It’s all hot food. After drinking too much, they pour it on the table. You can sleep next."
"Tradition and new style." Lan En put a few more slices of ham on the plate casually, "It's a good introduction. It's boring. Say what you want, sir."
"Don't use honorifics to me." Dijkstra shook his head repeatedly, "I am not the earl in the rumors, but I am from a peasant background. Zmir ordered me to call myself Earl, so that when I give orders, I will not be suspected of insulting those real nobles."
"Okay, in your mouth, the self-introduction seems more sincere and natural. Have you practiced for a long time?"
Lan En said while eating.
"If there is an opportunity to introduce myself in front of you, I believe everyone will prepare carefully." Dijkstra still complimented politely. "It's not easy to meet you. It depends on luck."
Lan En's hand fiddled with the fork without stopping: "This sentence sounds very meaningful."
< br>"It's just a fact." Dijkstra continued, "As long as the farce on Lake Vizima is still going on, isn't this a fact?"
"You seem to know something?"
"It's all speculation, but the possibility is very high. Goddess Faith, Justice Knight, etc. But it's useless, after all, the possible rightful owner is even You won’t even give us a penny.”
At this time, Lan En stopped playing with the food in his hands and glanced at Dijkstra.
"What salary does Vizmir pay you?" The Witcher suddenly asked, "How dare you say this in front of me?"
(End of Chapter)< br>