Chapter 138: Approaching
“Congratulations to Duke Falexis, and a respectful welcome to Princess Xuelian!”
There were no mediocre individuals present; their reaction abilities had all been honed. Though slightly inferior to those before, the orderly words achieved an increase in momentum.
Duke Falexis nodded with a smile, and Xuelian beside him also gracefully nodded in return. Some young men who were initially captivated by Yuehai couldn’t help but brighten up when they saw Xuelian. They thought to themselves that coming here with their elders today was truly worthwhile. First, they saw the incomparably beautiful Miss Yuehai, and now they laid eyes on the uniquely elegant Imperial Princess. Even if they were sent back home immediately, this trip would still be considered profitable.
The names of those behind the two, Laogeri and Ufas, how could these nobles not know them?
One is the demigod known as Laogeri the Witness of Cyril, the God of Hope.
And there’s another, the “Emperor of All Saints,” Ufas, who single-handedly slew numerous demon kings and even escaped from the hands of the demon gods.
Regardless of sincerity, everyone nodded slightly toward these two.
After everyone finished their greetings, Duke Falexis walked to the railing on the second floor and loudly addressed the thousands of nobles below.
“Ladies and gentlemen, today is my birthday celebration, Falexis Cyril. I’m delighted to see old friends here, and of course, I’m grateful to those who have traveled from far and wide to join me at this celebration.”
I’m a simple man, so I won’t dwell on formalities. Today’s about joy and merriment. Please feel free to mingle. If you have any questions, the guards stationed around are experts and should be able to assist you.
So, from now on, let the Duke’s banquet begin!”
Cyril’s Great Hall, underground.
In the intricate underground passages, a young man of only seventeen or eighteen years old sits on a finely crafted chair, looking at the table in front of him, with a bored expression as if he understands everything.
If one were to look around, they would be amazed to find a terrifying power lingering in the depths of Cyril, with this young man being its source.
He dresses modestly, his face displaying a sickly pallor, his limbs slender as if they could be snapped by the slightest exertion of force.
However, if an older person were to stand here, they would realize that the terrifying power lingering here is not magic or martial energy, but the power of faith! And this young man is not afflicted with any disease but rather practices in this manner, bearing an uncanny resemblance to Cyril the Third in his youth!
Hmm~
Suddenly, space ripples in front of the young man, and then a thick arm slowly extends, followed by a muscular man wearing a flaming cloak leaping out from the void space and standing in front of the young man’s table.
The young man remains unfazed, still gazing at the shadowstone, while the muscular man gives a faint smile.
“Proxis, I’m here.”
“Kareyang, God of Flames.” The young Proxis, dressed in simple attire, casually closes the shadowstone and with a wave of his right hand, myriad elements swiftly converge. In an instant, a finely crafted chair is created. He speaks lightly to Kareyang, the Flame God.
“Please, have a seat.”
Kareyang sat down casually, glanced around briefly, then asked in confusion.
“Where is Senior Daven, the God of Dragon Slaying?”
“Deliberately asking what one already knows.”
Proxis picked up the coffee pot from the table and poured two cups himself, then continued speaking.
“Lord Daven is not content with his current power. He has long roamed far and wide, to places higher and farther than us!”
“Hahaha,” Kareyang looked unashamed as the other party exposed him, his booming laughter shaking the entire basement like an earthquake.
Proxis showed no concern, lifting his coffee with his left hand and gesturing with his right as if inviting, while Kareyang finished another cup of coffee in one gulp. This scene made the sickly young man shake his head slightly before saying.
“How so? Did Milik only send you over?”
“I alone am enough to keep you occupied.”
“A mere Oracle book, yet you went to great lengths.”
“Well, since you’re all so stubborn, we’ll just have to play the role of bandits,” Kareyang shrugged casually, his demeanor causing Proxis to smile faintly.
“I’m looking forward to seeing what fate awaits these bandits.”
“Oh? Could it be that you already know?”
“Whether we know or not doesn’t matter. What matters is the outcome that lies ahead. Since your purpose is to keep me occupied, then let’s just sit here quietly, drinking coffee, and see who comes out on top.”
As the banquet began, the surrounding area filled with the familiar tunes of dances heard at countless other gatherings of nobles. Social dancing became the mainstream activity for the aristocrats of opposite sexes, with some seeking romantic encounters and others aiming for social climbing. At this moment, Duke Falexis conversed with several marquises, while Claude was engaged by Xuelian. Their charming appearance drew envy from the onlookers, yet those who had heard rumors about Claude and Yuehai shifted their gaze toward the corner, where a seemingly indifferent young girl sat.
“Hey, Baron Lackner, why don’t you try inviting Miss Yuehai to dance?”
“Why don’t you go yourself, Baron Jack?”
“Haha, because Miss Yuehai is just too beautiful. I always feel like being close to her is somewhat surreal, let alone asking her to dance. I’m content just to admire her from afar.”
“Well, actually, I share the same sentiment.”
“I wonder if there are any real heroes brave enough to take the lead.”
“…Who knows, but basically, they’ll all probably get rejected.”
