Mother is a tree, my mother has been cultivating immortality for eighty years and is invincible

"Perfect!"

Davis looked at the two brilliant spatial rings on his fingers and let out a cry of admiration.

Although most of the space in the ring was empty, he felt that it was more stable.

This is the same as people in previous lives who bought houses, although they could only live in one room, but they always wanted to have a three-room big house.

And there is more space in the ring, if he encounters any big treasures in the future, he won't worry about taking them!

With everything done, Davis walked out of the royal refining room.

He didn't plan to refine such a spatial ring for his teachers and junior sisters.

Because even if they refine it and give it to them, they really don't know how to explain it.

After all, the strength he showed was only the middle stage of the eighth-level Law Saint.

But a hundred cubic meters of space ring, need to use demigod-level space magic, this is a hurdle that cannot be passed.

Fortunately, the ten-cubic meter space ring prepared for them before was also enough to use.

In the days that followed, Davis did not have long to spend his leisure days and began to get busy.

Because the time for Master Sister Caitlin to inherit the Empress's throne is coming.

Some remote kingdoms and empires, their messengers have even entered the imperial cities of the elven race.

And as Caitlin's junior brother, he is also the Taishang Elder of the Elven Empire.

Therefore, some important people also need his help to receive them, in order to show the respect of the elven empire for these messengers.

In other words, among the guests who came to participate in the succession ceremony of the master sister this time, there were really many important people.

Perhaps the strength of the elven empire has grown a little exaggerated over the years, and the number of saint-level powerhouses is similar to that of the Terrans and orcs combined.

Therefore, it has also received more attention from those empires and kingdoms on the Cangyue Continent.

Most of the people who attended the ceremony were princes and ministers from various countries.

Even the Holy Light Empire and the Orc Empire each had a Sword Saint personally coming.

This had to make Davis admire the cheekiness of the Holy Light Empire.

More than ninety years ago, they also sent a late Sword Saint and two Golden Sword Master level powerhouses to assassinate him, hoping to sow discord between the Elf Empire and the Thunder Empire.

But now, he was extremely familiar, as if the two countries were the best friends on the Cangyue Continent.

This had to make him sigh that the strength of the Holy Light Empire made sense.

People don't want to face is also a kind of invincibility.

But then again, more than ninety years have passed, and the rulers of the various empires of the Terran race have changed several times, even the saint-level powerhouses have been changed for almost the same.

Perhaps the rulers of this generation have changed the policy of governing the country that year.

But no matter what Davis thinks of these countries in his heart, and who is in power with them.

Now as a landlord, he needs to entertain these guests from afar.

"Garissa Sword Saint, Fred Sword Saint, come and taste the fruit wine of our elven race."

In the Imperial City, in a rather elegant courtyard, Davis and two strong men with strength of the Sword Saint level sat at the three ends of the round table.

Among them, the Garissa Sword Saint is from the Holy Light Empire, and his strength is in the middle of the eighth level.

He is an old man who is one meter and seven meters tall, and his figure also looks relatively thin.

From the appearance alone, he does not look like a fighter at all, but more like an ordinary civilian.

But Davis could sense that every muscle in Garissa Sword Saint's body contained explosive power that ordinary people could not imagine.

A casual blow will make it difficult for a seventh-level Golden Sword Master to resist.

The Fred Sword Saint from the Orc Empire has a completely opposite body shape to the Garissa Sword Saint.

He is the royal Beamon among the orcs, with strong hair, explosive muscles, and a height of two meters and five meters.

When sitting, they are much taller than the average person standing.

Even Davis, who was one meter nine meters tall, was compared to him very thin.

However, the big Fred Sword Saint is not necessarily Garissa Sword Saint's opponent in terms of combat.

Because he was only in the early eighth-level strength realm.

Although the orcs are stronger than the Terrans in terms of physique, they will have some advantages in battle.

But that's only for fighters of the same level.

At the stage of the Saint Level, the gap between each small level is very obvious.

"This fruit wine is brewed from cherry tomatoes, which are unique to the elven race, and are stored in caves for three hundred years."

"It can be said to be the best treasure of our elven race, only when we meet the most distinguished guests, we will take it out"

Davis picked up the bright yellow fruit wine in front of him, touched the cup with the two sword saints, and then drank it down.

"Hahaha!"

"Good wine! It is worthy of being a treasure of the elven race. The

two sword saints also drank it all and let out a hearty laugh.

Of course, this fruit wine is a good wine, but it is not enough to say how precious it is, at least there are many in Davis's own space ring.

And they also have huge reserves in the elven race.

"If you two like it, when you leave, I will go and prepare a few bottles for you, so that you can enjoy it when you return to your empire."

Davis picked up a piece of animal meat on the table, chewed and swallowed it, and said.

This time, in order to entertain guests from afar, the attendants prepared a variety of Warcraft meat in advance, so as not to make everyone hungry because they were not used to eating various fruits of the elven race, and he could also satisfy some appetites.

"Then thank Elder Davis Taishang!"

The two arched their hands to express their gratitude.

After eating and drinking, Davis took the two of them to walk around the streets of the Imperial City, and briefly introduced it, which was considered to let them come to the Elven Imperial City in vain.

This succession ceremony of the Elf Empress, there were many guests who came to visit, so everyone was not arranged to live in the inner city.

On the one hand, the living environment in the inner city is already a little tense, and there is no extra space for guests.

On the other hand, it is also the fear that some malicious guests will appear and cause damage to the inner city.

Although the strength of the elven race is strong now, the probability of this happening is very small, but many times it is better to defend against it.

After walking the streets of the Imperial City, finding the best restaurants to taste tea, and enjoying some special snacks, Davis sent them back to the courtyard where they lived.

In the evening, he had to accompany the princes of several other empires to dinner, and he couldn't be idle at all.

Davis is very glad that he is not a social terrorist, otherwise once such an activity is carried out, it is estimated that the mentality will collapse.

The Thunder Empire, the Radiant Empire, and the Hiss Empire, the three Terran Empires came to participate in the ceremony, all of them were their princes.