Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint.

Chapter 553 Banquet and Disruption

This momentous event sparked heated discussions among countless people, and Lord Boyce was in high spirits, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Shortly after the announcement was made, he announced a banquet to thank his friends from the Temple of Ember for their help.

When the invitations were sent out, Celia was drawing scrolls in the hotel when Boyce's invitation was delivered to her room.

After much deliberation, Celia agreed.

She also wanted to ask how to handle Twilight Town afterwards.

"Speaking of which, the Twilight Cult seems to value their stronghold in the Twilight Cemetery quite a bit. Will they react, perhaps by sending people to disrupt the banquet or something..."

Celia's mind wandered to a jumble of random thoughts as she refocused on making the scroll.

……

In the evening, Celia packed her things, took the invitation, and went to the city lord's castle. After showing the invitation, she was able to enter smoothly.

The servant's directions helped Celia arrive at the banquet without any trouble.

Seeing the dazzling array of food, Celia, unlike the other nobles who maintained their composure, sat down and began to feast, attracting the attention of countless nobles.

Celia didn't pay attention to their words. Most people were curious about her identity and why she was attending this banquet.

They didn't know Celia, but they could tell from her confident and casual attitude that she was no ordinary person, so they didn't dare to speak ill of her behind her back.

Just as Celia was busy finishing her food, an untimely voice came from the side.

"Hello, miss, let me introduce myself. I am Lesotho, the eldest son of Duke Boyce."

Celia raised her eyes and casually glanced at Lesotho, who was sitting opposite her.

The other person was dressed in a tuxedo, had a polite demeanor, a smiling face, and a shiny face.

"Hello."

Celia mumbled something, then didn't tell him her name and chose to continue eating.

She didn't even get to eat lunch because of this 'buffet'!

To avoid being disturbed while eating, Celia nodded in response, picked up her plate, stood up, and ran to the corner table to continue eating.

Lesotho, left standing there, stiffened, his brows furrowing slightly.

Just as I was about to say something, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my head.

He looked up and saw his father staring at him fiercely.

"You rascal, are you perhaps trying to make a move on Miss Celia?"

"I'm just... what? Celia?"

Lesotho frowned, suddenly feeling that the name sounded familiar.

"The Mage League," Boyce said calmly.

Lesotho immediately realized, "So it was her."

Boyce said calmly, "It's a good thing you didn't disturb her, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to save you either."

Lesotho retorted, "Father, what are you saying? Isn't it a good thing for me to be on good terms with Miss Celia?"

Boyce sneered: "What are you up to? Do you think I don't know? I told you long ago, don't mess with strangers. What would you have done if I hadn't reminded you in time?"

Lesotho lowered his head slightly. "Those who have come are all friends of my father. I will certainly treat them with the highest courtesy."

Boyce shook his head and said nothing.

He had been keeping an eye on Celia the whole time, and when he noticed that she seemed to have finished eating, he left Lesotho behind and went over to her, apologizing, "Excuse me, Miss Celia, did I disturb you just now?"

Celia shook her head: "No, no, Your Excellency Lesotho was interrupted by you before you even started, I wasn't affected."

"That's good." Boyce nodded. "I hope Miss Celia has a good time here. If you need anything, just tell the servants and they will fulfill most of your requests. If they can't, they will come and report to me, and I will do my best to meet all your needs."

Celia waved her hand: "It's nothing, Lord City Lord, you go ahead with your work, don't worry about me."

Boyce said, "By the way, before the banquet officially begins, I will have some powerful individuals who have made significant contributions to the battle give speeches. Miss Celia, you are one of them, you..."

"I'll leave it at that, Lord City Lord. Just let me stay here quietly. Speaking on stage isn't my style." "But..."

"There are no 'buts' about it. Due to my status, I'm not suited to be in the spotlight."

Boyce: "..."

You talk as if you're a member of the Secret Order.

Boyce thought to himself.

However, since Celia refused, he had no choice but to nod and go to find Flora.

Celia didn't have a big appetite. After eating and drinking her fill, she found a corner to sit down.

Just as I was about to see what these nobles were up to, Lesotho came over again.

“I apologize, Miss Celia. I was abrupt just now. Please forgive my rudeness,” Lesotho said.

“It’s alright,” Celia waved her hand.

This is someone else's territory, and she even ate their food in a big way. As long as the other party doesn't cause trouble, Celia won't care about them.

After all, Lesotho didn't do anything; they just came over to chat.

However, there's a limit to flirting. If Lesotho goes too far, Celia wouldn't mind teaching him a lesson.

"I wonder if I could invite Miss Celia to dance with me later?" Lesotho extended the invitation.

Celia shook her head: "I don't like dancing, thank you."

"Could you please provide a Protoss Network contact method?"

"My bracelet is broken, I'm sorry."

"..."

Seeing that Celia was unmoved by his words, Lesotho had no choice but to leave dejectedly.

Celia caught a glimpse of him leaving and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, the other party left.

Celia stretched out her arms, leaned back on the sofa, and listened to the voices of the crowd.

"With so many nobles, I wonder how many of them are involved in corruption and bribery."

The thought popped into Celia's mind.

She quickly put it out of her mind.

Nobles are not temples; they have no right to govern. As the saying goes, the servants of my servants are not my servants. The Ishtar royal family can only command Duke Boyce, not the nobles under Duke Boyce.

As she was lost in thought, Celia suddenly felt the surroundings become quiet.

She looked up and saw Boyce, Flora, and others appearing at the front of the banquet hall.

Besides the three fifth-tier mages, there were also several fourth-tier mages.

Boyce clapped his hands and said loudly, "First of all, thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend tonight's dinner. The theme of today's dinner is..."

Boyce spoke on the stage, and the nobles below showed expressions of agreement, while only Celia yawned.

"This speech is not as good as Principal Blake's. It's really too much to use such nonsense and official jargon in a private setting like a banquet."

The girl rests her chin on her hand.

"Aren't they afraid of being targeted by the Twilight Cult and deliberately causing trouble?"

boom!
No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud bang came from outside.

Celia sat up straight instantly.

No way?
Really coming?

(End of this chapter)