Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 80: The Loyalty of Followers is Priceless

The middle-aged nobleman's movements froze in mid-air; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch.

The young boy looked at the other person with a leisurely air: "Sir! I'm curious how much you can add?"

"you…"

The middle-aged nobleman sobered up instantly, a flash of surprise and anger crossing his eyes. Being caught in a dilemma under everyone's watchful eyes was no pleasant experience. Instinctively, he wanted to break free, but found himself powerless, so he softened his stance and chuckled awkwardly.

"The younger generation is truly formidable! Please forgive my rashness..."

The immense spiritual power receded like a tide, and the middle-aged nobleman withdrew his hand, hastily retreating.

The dramatic conflict came to an end, as if it were merely a trivial interlude. The banquet resumed, with waiters continuously piling various fresh ingredients onto the human-shaped serving dishes.

Taian returned to his seat and sat down with Greenfield. He didn't touch his chopsticks the entire time, but instead slowly sipped his red wine, completely out of place with the atmosphere around him.

"The heir of the Blue Rose is no ordinary person! Baron Blaze is an elite-level expert, yet he couldn't even put up a fight."

"You're not kidding, are you...?"

"At the very least, an elite-level spellcaster cannot restrain an elite-level combatant, even if the opponent is drunk and cannot exert much of their strength..."

Iska, swaying slightly, sat down next to Taian: "My dear brother-in-law, it seems I underestimated you! But you should be prepared to offend some people by doing this..."

"It's nothing!" Tai'an said dismissively. Anyway, Blue Rose's roots weren't in the capital, so they could just leave.

As for combat prowess, the Northern nobles are superior to the nobles of the capital in every aspect at the same level.

Beside him, Greenfield's expression was complicated as he suddenly realized that his fiancé's strength might far surpass his own.

The specific situation can be inferred from snippets of conversation among those around us.

"The Blue Rose family, I've heard so much about you!" The young man with brown curly hair who approached him clapped lightly as he walked. "I am Raise of the Belland family. It seems you're somewhat interested in that woman?"

Tai'an said coldly, "I thought it was a proper banquet! Eating, drinking, and dancing are harmless enough, but what do you mean by arranging this?"

"We're just giving a debt-ridden woman a chance to earn money; we're much more compassionate than you think..."

The brown-haired youth deliberately put on airs, getting caught up in self-pity, and even thinking himself very noble.

"Just say what you have to say! Be quick about it!" the boy said impatiently.

"No problem." Lesser's lips curled slightly upward. "I wonder if Your Excellency, Aglaia, is willing to sell?"

"Aglaia is a follower of the Blue Rose, not a slave," Tyan stated without hesitation.

"That's right! You're absolutely right. I need you to relinquish your ownership of Aglaia. In return, you will receive all the human flesh sales contracts present, with a maximum legal term of ten years." Raiser confidently stated his terms.

"Are you kidding me?" Tai'an's eyes narrowed dangerously, releasing an immense sense of mental pressure: "You're not just after one person, but the reputation of the Blue Rose family. I guarantee that no one in the entire kingdom would dare to say something like that."

"Please calm down, Your Excellency. I had no intention of trampling on the honor of the Blue Rose. If you feel the price is not enough, please name your price."

Lesser raised his hands to indicate he was harmless, then chuckled and retreated. Given his apparent inferiority in strength and influence, a direct confrontation would be the most foolish course of action.

"The loyalty of followers is priceless, and I don't want anyone to discuss this matter anymore." Tai'an's tone was righteous and his words resounded.

After a series of performances, it was inevitable that he would attract the attention of the opposite sex in the room.

The noble girls' eyes sparkled with admiration.

It's another round of dating and flirting. This time, in addition to attracting some beautiful women and mature women, the proportion of girls of the same age has obviously increased.

They hid in the shadows, carefully observing the boy's appearance, whispering shyly to each other. Although he looked a bit young, it was mostly due to his age. No one doubted that he would grow up to be a top-tier handsome man!

Guo Gu, lying on the food cart, felt a mix of emotions and disappointment, her eyes fixed on Tai'an's face out of the corner of her eye.

Aglaia pledges her allegiance to the heir of the Blue Rose family.

Two lines that had never intersected suddenly crossed paths, leaving her overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

Why didn't luck come my way?

Aglaia successfully found a big tree to shelter her from the wind and rain, but she could only face her tragic fate.

Just because Aglaia is prettier? Guopu felt resentful.

More and more people gathered around her to enjoy the food.

Tai'an's unintentional actions have thrust the blonde girl into the spotlight.

"Her body proportions are really good! No wonder the little boy feels protective of her."

"Tsk tsk..."

At this moment, another focal point of the banquet was in a private room on the second floor.

Liadrin, the beauty of the Violet Academy of Arts, accompanied a group of nobles to a banquet. Dressed in a white gown and high heels, her angelic face was flawless. With the graceful poise of a swan, she moved calmly among the noble heirs. Even when occasionally subjected to frivolous advances, she simply smiled politely and let it go.

Many nobles preferred to send their daughters to the Violet Academy of Art to learn aristocratic etiquette and cultivate their temperament, or to learn art and nurture their character.

After all, becoming a combatant is an extremely difficult task. Few women can endure the arduous training day after day.

With constant sword swings, calluses will form on the tiger's mouth. With constant running, slender legs will become rugged, and the skin on the heels will thicken. Independent and strong female swordswomen are far less popular with men than delicate and graceful noblewomen.

Liadrin's father, Viscount Ron DeWitt, wholeheartedly agreed with this and, despite his daughter's objections, forcibly arranged for her to enter the art academy, intending to cultivate connections with higher-ranking and powerful figures.

"Your presence is an honor to this humble abode, Your Excellency Grand Duke of Southstone." Sith Solomon bowed deeply to the elderly man seated at the head of the table.

Grand Duke Vaghar of Nanshi, dressed in a bright red gown, with his silver-gray curly hair meticulously combed, nodded casually in approval, his gaze fixed on the white swan in the center of the dance floor.

Even though he was used to seeing beautiful women, Grand Duke Nanshi had to admit that Liadrin possessed a stunning and extraordinary beauty. Her beautiful and captivating figure constantly stirred his desolate heart.

As the dance came to an end, Liadrin lifted her skirt, bowed slightly to the nobles around her, and slowly left the stage after receiving enthusiastic applause.

"Not bad!" Grand Duke Nan Shi nodded in approval, his cloudy eyes sweeping around. "You're all so youthful and energetic! You're even more carefree than I was when I was young."

"You flatter me, Your Excellency!" Lesser bowed respectfully, adopting a humble posture. "You are still young."

"Yes! I'm not old yet!" Grand Duke Nan Shi shook his stiff neck, stood up by the armrest of the chair, walked to Liadrin, grabbed the girl's chin with one hand, and looked down at her for scrutiny.

"With your beauty, you certainly deserve to join the Nan Shi family. But you chose to come with me today because I need to speak with your father."

(End of this chapter)