Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 77 The Solomon Family Banquet

"Greenfield, would you like me to lend you my dress?" Taiya suggested with a smile.

"No need... I'm fine as I am..." Greenfield stared intently at the gladiatorial arena channel on the live stream.

"You're going to a banquet!" Taiya sighed, facepalming.

"It's not like I go every day!"

Greenfield's wardrobe never contained any dresses. Part of the reason was her personality; she believed dresses were useless except for pleasing men. They were also particularly prone to damage, hindering her combat abilities.

On the other hand, she was short of money. The resources needed for the magic swordsman's daily training were enough to deplete all her savings.

It's important to understand that the Northern Maple Clan's economic situation is a notch below the Blue Rose Clan's. Furthermore, Earl Olam of Maple doesn't seem to value his daughters who have been sent away for marriage alliances, so Greenfield only receives an average of forty gold coins per semester for allowance. Fortunately, through her mother's efforts, she obtained a decent inscribed sword and is able to dress appropriately.

However, compared to the spatial ring that Taiya obtained, the inscribed sword was utterly insignificant.

Of course, the so-called financial straits were only relative to other nobles of the same rank. Compared to the average person in the capital who earned six or seven silver dollars a month and had to support a family, Greenfield's monthly expenses of ten gold coins were still an unimaginable figure.

"Xiao An, you should talk to her!" Tai Ya pushed her younger brother's shoulder.

"Whatever! I don't care..." Tai'an shook his head irritably to prevent Taiya from putting things on his head without restraint.

Nearby, two little girls stared at each other in astonishment, exchanging telepathic messages.

"So, I never knew it could be done like this!"

"That feels so cool..."

It was almost time, so Tai'an went upstairs to change. He wore a black suit, which was a bit tight. Perhaps it was because he had grown so much taller; he remembered that the suit was quite loose when he attended his grandfather's sixtieth birthday banquet last time. In the blink of an eye, almost two years had passed.

Greenfield picked up the cloak from the shelf by the door, gave it a gentle shake, draped it over his shoulders, and buttoned it up around his neck.

The cape, reaching roughly to the knees, wasn't for showing off, but rather to prevent mud from accidentally splashing onto the body. Often, bird droppings falling from the woods or mud splashed up by horse-drawn carriages could easily soil a magnificent dress.

Winter weather is cold, making laundry difficult. Furthermore, the need for warmth must also be considered.

The lives of ordinary people are far less convenient than those of spellcasters.

Tyrion walked alongside Greenfield as they left the Wizarding Division and ventured into the dense forest.

Silent all the way.

Just as they were about to leave the dense forest, Greenfield suddenly spoke up: "If you don't want to go to your sister's dormitory tonight, I can get you a room outside."

"Okay! Thank you..." Taian readily accepted Greenfield's offer. He was not yet fourteen years old and lacked valid identification. Most reputable hotels would refuse minors.

"Don't you have any questions? About the marriage arranged by your family, about my stubborn personality..."

Greenfield knew that apart from his good looks, he was really lacking in fun in his life.

Tai'an was silent for a few seconds: "No."

After spending some time together, Greenfield's personality fell into the category of things he disliked, but he couldn't say he particularly liked him either.

The marriage between the two had nothing to do with love, but rather was a complex exchange of interests between two powerful families. These included territory, commerce, border defense, and even the bond of trust between the people of the Blue Rose and Red Maple territories.

"I will not interfere in your private affairs from now on," Greenfield said softly, his eyes lowered.

"Smart." Tai'an wanted to use two words to describe it, but after a long pause, it turned into a muffled nasal sound: "Hmm..."

This outcome couldn't be better.

Recalling the self-directed and self-acted drama of breaking off the engagement, Tai'an felt a faint sense of guilt. He couldn't accept a haughty, foolish woman who was blinded by the adulation of other men, so he secretly gave her a push, as a kind of test.

As it turned out, Greenfield was able to understand his place and gradually earn trust through his actions.

Therefore, as long as the other party does not do anything she cannot tolerate, her status will be recognized.

The cobblestone path came to an end, where the Red Maple Family carriage, parked by the roadside, was pitch black.

Upon seeing the two arrive, the coachman quickly got out of the carriage and took off his hat to greet them.

"Miss Greenfield! Young Master Tai'an..."

"Where's my brother?"

"Lord Iska and Lord Sith have already gone ahead."

Greenfield stepped forward and opened the car door, waiting for Tai'an to get in. Men only open the car door first when they are actively pursuing a woman they like. If a relationship is established, the order in which someone gets into the car generally determines their status within the family.

Tai'an didn't care about formalities and sat on the inside of the bus.

Compared to her sister Taiya's carriage, the Red Maple family's carriage was as luxurious as possible in its interior. Unfortunately, it lacked spring suspension, making the ride feel like your bones were going to fall apart.

Tai'an reconsidered the necessity of the magic-powered vehicle. Although it was expensive, it would make it easier for the women of the family to travel and save them time.

If the quality is guaranteed...

His initial skepticism began to waver after a violent jolt.

If he knew the exact location, Tai'an felt he would most likely choose to drag Greenfield there with him.

Wangdu Second Ring Road.

The Pearl Hotel is a property owned by the Solomon family.

The building, entirely gray and white, is twelve stories high. The bottom two floors are a restaurant, and the top ten floors are a hotel providing accommodation.

The opulent decor made it look like a palace at first glance, with the crystal chandeliers casting slightly dazzling light, and the passersby all dressed in fine clothes and social elites.

Guided by his attendant, the driver drove into the underground parking garage.

Taian and Greenfield got out of the car early, holding hands, and stepped onto the marble steps like a couple.

"The hotel is not open to the public today. Do you have an invitation?" The catgirl demi-human greeter blocked the way.

"Yes!" Greenfield reached into his pocket and took out a piece of cardboard with a gold cover, about the size of a postcard.

After confirming the situation, the catgirl quickly made way for them.

According to the rules, each guest with an invitation may bring one partner.

Tai'an looked around and was greeted by a wave of warmth from the constant temperature inscriptions, which contrasted with the chilly spring weather outside.

The women walking around were dressed provocatively! Sundresses, off-the-shoulder gowns, backless dresses—all displaying their figures to attract the opposite sex.

"Turbid, corrupt souls!" the young wizard murmured silently.

Inside the hotel lobby, before the banquet officially began, the round table was filled with various snacks and pastries.

Greenfield spotted Iska sitting in the corner and strode over.

"Hey! My future brother-in-law..."

A handsome young man with red hair, dressed in a crisp military uniform, put down his crossed legs and stood up to greet the two.

(End of this chapter)