klisemfg Chapter 321 Black-haired Beauty
Chapter 321 Black-haired Beauty
Following the direction the clerk pointed, everyone's eyes turned to Luo Lin.
As soon as Rowling entered the banquet hall, he couldn't find his seat or understand the proceedings, appearing somewhat bewildered. Perhaps the mayor's attendant, Blankard, had neglected to inform Rowling of the entire banquet schedule, or perhaps Rowling was simply not taken seriously by anyone.
Another possibility is that they simply couldn't find Rowling himself.
No one knew that Barbaras and the militia captain had gone into the kitchen.
The bard was merely a dispensable embellishment.
Mayor Born couldn't afford to be impolite... This stranger was a VIP to the mayor. Compared to the other powerful figures, this bard was practically his pledge of loyalty to continue his dealings with the Kirin Tor mages...
Besides...
Is our great bard and shrewd businessman Barbaras & Footman a fool?
Of course not...
He was stunned the moment he entered the banquet hall...
It turns out there's a large area, roughly the size of a theater, in the backyard of the town hall. It's divided into two levels, with the main building extending underground... If it looks familiar, it's quite similar to Karazhan, the legendary private castle of the Archmage Medivh, the human guardian, which Rowling once visited...
Or rather, they're evenly matched!
He was truly shocked. He had originally thought it was just a small gathering, but it turned out to be a cultural performance.
Hillsbrad Foothills is quite a powerful town...
The ability to create an underground theater and an enormous banquet hall seems impossible from the outside; it's as if it were the work of spatial magic...
Luo Lin thought it was just a small banquet for a dozen or so people...
To everyone's surprise, the number of servants alone reached over a hundred... especially those high-ranking nobles; Prince Garin's entourage was simply overwhelming... This commander of the allied forces was young and handsome, and appeared to be wearing his father's armor, a jeweled armor inherited from the ancient human empire of the Arathor Empire's great general...
A red cloak, an exaggerated greatsword, oversized iron shoes...
Walking on the ground made a clanging, dull, and grating sound.
In reality, Galin's physique was insufficient to support the armor his ancestors wore... yet he insisted on adopting the airs of the king of the Red Stromgarde Kingdom. In truth... no matter how high his status, it couldn't conceal the fact that the people of Arathi Highlands had fled and Stromgarde was in ruins.
He was surrounded by at least eight bodyguards, an adjutant, and a group of servants...
Prince Garin stared intently at the beautiful woman opposite him, completely ignoring the so-called bard's performance.
The stunning beauty he set his sights on was no ordinary woman.
Long black hair, a stunning figure, jewel-like eyes, devoid of human emotions, haughty and mysterious, her lace-like gauze robe perfectly accentuated, revealing glimpses of skin... she reclines languidly... completely ignoring the gazes of others, yet able to perceive the expressions of everyone present from every angle.
A faint smile, a hint of triumph in his eyes, played at the corners of his mouth, exuding a mysterious, noble, and alluring aura.
It attracted the attention of that young guy, Garin.
Alliance envoy, Countess Katarina & Priest from Stormwind...
No one expected that a powerful noble from the Alliance would actually come to Hillsbrad, such a small place. She didn't fly away with Dalaran, but stayed nearby...
"I heard this woman is the mistress of Regent Bolvar..."
"Don't you want to live? She's a femme fatale... I heard she cut out the tongue of that lecherous fellow from the Southshore tavern the day before yesterday... Those poor guys were captured and taken back to Stormwind Prison... and taken away by gryphon riders..."
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"How did you know?"
"I speak slowly and didn't have time to whistle... I narrowly escaped death..."
Two minor nobles in the stands whispered amongst themselves... The remaining low-ranking officers remained silent, understanding that the men in the main seats were dangerous individuals. This wasn't just due to their high status and representation of various factions, but also because of their formidable fighting prowess.
The banquet hall was quite crowded, with local gentry and nobles all present, but they could only watch the show from the stands below.
The main VIP seats were occupied by bigwigs, such as our fallen prince of Stromgarde, now the Marshal of the Lakelands Alliance... Master Yuvel of the Kirin Tor... Countess Katarina, the Alliance envoy, and the absent-minded Scarlet Highlords Tyrande and Fordring...
Countess Katarina noticed Rowling, whose attire was somewhat unique and whose appearance was unlike any of the locals present.
Although the locals have diverse skin tones—black, white, gray, red, brown—and a wide variety of hair colors and eye pupils, they all appear different, but in reality, they share the same bone structure...
Luo Lin, on the other hand, was easily spotted with his short black hair and distinctive black-rimmed glasses.
Glasses are not uncommon in Azeroth.
Butlers often wore monocles and pocket watches, which were typically the image of a standard gentleman.
It is truly a high-ranking servant's perfectly timed imitation of his master's humility that makes him appear elegant among ordinary servants, yet he himself is like a waiter, a head shorter than his master. Those who aspire to be butlers or high-ranking servants learn to use bow ties, neckties, or other accessories to distinguish themselves.
Of course, in the eyes of the town mayor and the bigwigs in the main position, when strength, ability, and status are all matched, they do not need to abide by the rules set by others.
Only those who seize opportunities to rise to power, who rely solely on luck to benefit themselves and whose entire families rise to prominence, tend to put on airs and flaunt their nobility and extraordinary status.
Countess Katarina was born with an arrogant spirit, and her eyes seemed to look down on any mortal.
Always languid and dreamy, her face serious, alluring, yet subtly shifting between seductive and captivating...
He would occasionally reveal a hint of eccentricity and debauchery...
Even when sitting, she felt like she was reclining, leaning against some kind of high-quality felt to show off her soft body... She would occasionally bury her face in her arms, observing the newly arrived bard Barbaras and the foot man with great interest.
She sniffed lightly and seemed to smell something that terrified her.
Her brows furrowed slightly.
She glanced at Master Yuvel of the Kirin Tor not far away... and smiled again, seemingly not intending to steal the limelight from this representative of the Kirin Tor Silver Covenant, but silently watching Rolin's every move.
This enraged Prince Garin of Stromgarde on the opposite side.
From the very beginning, Countess Katarina Priest, the Alliance envoy from Stormwind, didn't take him seriously.
He barely glanced at him, only nodding symbolically to the crowd when introduced by Master Yuvel.
This infuriated Prince Garin, who considered himself the supreme commander of the coalition forces...
Because it was a banquet, he could only endure it...
But a short, bespectacled bard with short, dark hair and a buzz cut stole the beauty's attention, and he couldn't help but glare at Rolin with a fierce look!
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