klisemfg Chapter 325: Getting to the point
Chapter 325: Getting to the point
This was a grand banquet for the rural nobility, and people from other races were rarely seen at the feast.
The "other races" here refer to non-human races such as dwarves, gnomes, or night elves... Strictly speaking, there are high elves in the Alliance, and they are essentially the same high elves as the group of people left behind in Silvermoon City who call themselves blood elves.
These high elves originated from the human alliance of Lordaeron. Lordaeron rescued the high elves of the Quel'Thalas Empire from the trolls. To express his gratitude, the Sun King dispatched the Farstrider organization to forge an alliance with the Alliance.
This is the earliest prototype of the Silver Covenant, and it explains why a group of high elves always maintained such close ties with humans. On one hand, the youngest of the Windrunner sisters married Rhonin, the lord of Dalaran; on the other hand, it was an ancient covenant and tradition.
The high elves were fragmented. They were originally exiled from the continent of Kalimdor. These sun elves, who were deeply devoted to magic, had different beliefs and pursuits from their original kin, the night elves.
The fundamental difference between the two lies in their attitudes toward magic.
One is strictly prohibited, the other involves an entire clan addicted to magic...
The exiled high elves seized land from the native trolls in the Eastern Kingdoms and established the Quel'Thalas elven empire in Eversong Forest. Under the leadership of the Sunstrider family, the high elves of Silvermoon City flourished for a time.
The subsequent troll wars, human civil war, and orc invasions...
The Scourge plague, which ultimately destroyed Silvermoon City, also brought down the most powerful human kingdom in the north of the Eastern Kingdoms, the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and the high elf empire of Quel'Thalas...
While chatting with Major William, Rowling also observed the distinguished guests attending on and off the stage.
He hadn't been looking, but when he did, he suddenly realized that several pairs of eyes were fixed on him. To be precise, several pairs of intense gazes had been directed at him for some time, but he was only noticing them now.
Frankly speaking, spies are most afraid of attracting attention.
I've only composed one poem; even if it's bad, it shouldn't be enough to make people hate me, right?
Wherever his gaze fell, Prince Garin of Stromgarde stared at him menacingly, his face contorted in pain. In contrast, the countess opposite the prince had a gentle expression and blinked her eyes. When their eyes met, Roland felt as if he had been electrocuted.
He instinctively wanted to avoid the black-haired beauty's gaze, because the way she looked like she wanted to devour him made him a little scared.
Countess Katharina & Putrès...
When the town mayor introduced him, Luo Lin felt like he had heard the name somewhere before.
The countess on the stage had a similar feeling to him, as if she had seen Rolin somewhere before, only the name Barbaras & the footman seemed unfamiliar...
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The remaining few were observing Rolin, including Master Yuvel, Tyran and Fordring... The Watcher's observer was the only non-human being present, a tall, slender night elf in light purple dragon scale armor.
Two pointed ears peek out from the sides of the faceplate that covers the face, occasionally adjusting their angle like a rabbit, giving it a slightly playful look...
However, the two moon blades that the Watcher carried with him, their silvery-white edges gleaming coldly, still gave off a somewhat unapproachable feeling.
Lorin was certain that the elven warrior was also watching him.
Withdrawing his gaze and remaining impassive, Luo Lin secretly sighed, realizing that after all this time, everyone here was someone he knew...
They're all 'old friends'...
A familiar enemy!
If it weren't for the disguise, Rowling would have been doomed.
"Alright, everyone's here. Let's get down to business."
Master Yuvel, as the representative of the Silver Covenant, stood up. In reality, he hadn't eaten anything, only tasting a little wine... As a noble archmage, he wasn't interested in country delicacies, and more importantly, he had a mission to complete.
"Are we going to talk here? Those lowly people down there are singing and dancing. I can't stand it if you don't kick them out..."
Prince Garin had lost his mind. He spoke with anger and gave no one a kind look... He seemed to have forgotten that if it weren't for Master Yuvel of the Silver Covenant extending an olive branch to him, this down-on-his-luck prince, he would only be hiding in Stromgarde as a bandit leader.
Master Yuvel frowned, wondering if handing over the position of Marshal of the Allied Forces to Prince Garin was a serious mistake.
Master Yuvel apologized to the Countess, who brushed a strand of hair from her forehead... "I have no objection, Master Yuvel, you are the host... On behalf of Stormwind, I unconditionally support the Kirin Tor's goodwill towards the Alliance."
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The mayor was on the actual stage not far from them. He heard several distinguished guests speak, and almost simultaneously, a group of attendants opened a huge door behind the main stage. The entire door, which opened and closed, was originally a huge oil painting; it was a hidden door.
Inside is a larger, more magnificent hall.
Luo Lin noticed that the mayor enthusiastically guided the important figures away from the venue and into a secret hall.
They need to continue the meeting...
Those who entered the secret chamber included Master Yuvel of the Kirin Tor, Countess Katarina, the Stormwind envoy, Prince Garin of Stromgarde, and Highlord Tyrann and Fordring of the Scarlet Crusade, as well as a group of officers and leaders hidden in various places.
Major William and others who were with Rowling were also escorted away by the attendants...
All the important figures in the banquet hall went into a private room for talks.
The atmosphere inside immediately relaxed considerably. After the town mayor escorted the dignitaries to a soundproof room, he ran up to the stage and shouted, "Keep the music playing, keep dancing! Tonight, let's drink until we drop! Ladies and gentlemen, let's revel to our hearts' content... Plenty of wine!"
The mayor seemed quite satisfied with the first half of the banquet. In high spirits, after announcing everything and giving his servant Blancard a few instructions, he hurried off to the secret room.
Once the leader left, the atmosphere in the entire banquet hall completely relaxed...
The real revelry began, the soothing music suddenly becoming much more lively and cheerful... Dancing, drinking games, and even occasional fights broke out... but the guests seemed completely unconcerned, indulging in unrestrained eating and drinking...
Various objects flew overhead, forcing Rowling to duck and dodge. He was annoyed...
Why are the people here so similar to his former colleagues...? With the boss gone, they've become like wild horses...
It was genuinely fun...
The master and apprentice stood dumbfounded amidst the frenzied crowd, marveling at the carnival. They couldn't help but wonder if the carnage and death they had witnessed that morning were just an illusion. Shaking his head vigorously, Rolin forced himself to remain calm. He was there to assassinate... to gather intelligence and find the traitor...
After all this effort, how can we let it all go to waste!
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