The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Wayne glanced at Carroll, quickly put his hand to his mouth, and made a shushing sound. The people around him also looked pale.

“Be careful what you say.”

Carroll also realized his mistake and quickly covered his mouth. They were just a family and could talk about it in private, but they couldn't discuss the affairs of the Glorious Wizard Alliance here, let alone the magic crystal mine. That wasn't something they could get involved in.

As long as they could guarantee a sufficient monthly share in the future, they would be thankful.

Wayne looked at Carroll, thinking that the guy really had a big mouth.

He didn't want to discuss the matter, so he raised his glass, cheered, and said, "To tomorrow."

Everyone's heart surged, and they laughed together, "To tomorrow."

Next came the usual entertainment of the party. The sound of instruments and singing filled the air as everyone entered the hall to dance and sing.

Dances were, to some extent, a way to connect emotionally, and they were also mostly matchmaking events. Some young people had already begun to take to the floor, inviting the women they admired.

Those who caught their eye would naturally take to the floor with the beautiful music, while those who didn't would politely decline.

A party was a wonderful place. For example, there was a very handsome young man with a cunning glint in his eyes. His gaze darted through the crowd, focusing on the beautiful women.

He was looking for beauties to hunt, but his hunting wasn't the traditional kind. He was looking for cauldrons.

A black wizard.

Naturally, he only hunted those he could handle. Fortunately, no one had been killed. He never provoked those he couldn't afford to offend. So, over the years, although some people had put out bounties for him, they weren't very high.

He slowly walked towards a woman, a gentlemanly light shining in his eyes. He had been watching her for a long time. The aura around her even fascinated him.

He came to the woman and gave a slight bow. "May I have this dance with this beautiful lady?"

The woman looked at the man with a smile that wasn't quite a smile and said, "I have no interest in vermin hiding in the darkness. Disgusting maggots, get away from me."

The woman's mouth barely moved. Although she was speaking, no sound came out. Only the man could hear her.

The man's face stiffened when he heard this, and a chill ran down his spine.

This was a master.

Sweat immediately dripped from his forehead. He slowly backed away and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

The woman was beautiful and young, but the light of vicissitudes and wisdom in her eyes betrayed her age. She had been watching the entrance, complaining in her heart, 'Why hasn't Dolai come yet? His true body is in Wassenburg, but surely his clone could come.'

She had been pretending for a long time and was very tired.

She looked at the wine glass in her hand. It seemed to be the third one she had finished.

The wine wasn't intoxicating, but the music around her was very pleasant and intoxicating.

Just then, a middle-aged wizard in his thirties came to the woman and said shyly, "Beautiful lady, may I have this dance with you?"

The woman glanced at the man, her eyes lighting up. "Yes, but only dancing."

The man nodded blankly. The two of them took to the floor together and quickly returned, swaying their waists to the music.

Afterwards, the man reluctantly left. He could see that the woman had no interest in him.

This kind of scene was common at the ball. Young men and women, and even older people, took to the floor to have fun.

The party continued until midnight.

Soon, at four o'clock in the afternoon, cheers came from the entrance, and shouts of 'Lord City Lord' could be heard.

The music in the ballroom continued, but the volume was much lower, and everyone else had stopped moving, looking towards the entrance.

They wanted to see what the terrifying young man who had reached the sixth level wizard at the age of twenty-seven looked like, to admire the glory of the City Lord.

Before long, the sound grew louder and louder, and an ordinary-looking young man walked in from the outside.

Around him were some high-ranking officials and staff from the current City Lord's mansion, a dozen people in all.

When Wayne and the others saw this, they went up to greet him from behind.

"Lord City Lord has finally arrived. We thought you weren't coming," Wayne said as the host, naturally the first to speak.

Dolai stood at the door, a flash of displeasure in his eyes as he scanned the hall. He looked at Wayne, Jefferson, Carroll, and Anderson and nodded slowly. Then, a deep voice rang out.

"Today is the New Year, and I should take a break as well. By the way, I wish you all a happy New Year."

He smiled, "In the new year, I hope everyone can make progress together."

Jefferson and the others applauded behind him, and a burst of clapping came, followed by a round of enthusiastic applause.

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ say ⊥ in ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥ ⊥ book ⊥ ⊥ bar ⊥ ⊥ first ⊥ hair!

Dolai smiled and looked around, but in his heart, he was very disgusted. These nobles were really too formal.

He waved his hand and said, "Everyone, please feel free. I'll just sit for a while and leave."

The crowd began to disperse. Dolai waved to his slaves behind him, "You guys go wander around too. Don't crowd around me."

Gideon and the others laughed. Gideon said, "Master, then we'll go dancing. Beautiful Miss Campbell, may I have this dance with you?"

Campbell held out her hand in front of Gideon and said, "I'll give you the honor, so you don't end up looking miserable later."

The people around laughed.

Although they were Dolai's slaves, they were also third and fourth level wizards, and no one dared to underestimate them.

Gideon touched his nose, took Campbell's hand, and generously walked with the crowd towards the dance floor.

At this time, Dolai, although he was following Wayne and the others, focused his gaze on a beautiful woman, and then his scalp tingled.

Why was that old hag Akso here? Could she be here to find him?

That three-hundred-and-fifty-year-old grandmother had disappeared without a trace since she was healed last time. He thought she had gone to seek revenge, but he didn't expect her to appear here again after half a year.

He could feel her gaze and felt a headache.

However, according to custom, he still had to appease the emotions of these nobles, big and small.

On the right side of the hall was where the nobles gathered. Dolai came here, and Wayne walked and smiled, "Lord City Lord, you've come despite your busy schedule today, you must do us the honor of having a drink."

Dolai casually picked up the purple wine from the waiter's tray. Although he didn't know the name of the wine, it looked quite beautiful.

"Patriarch Wayne, are you planning to get me drunk? You should think clearly. I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk."

Wayne and the people around him laughed. They all knew that this was Dolai's clone, not his true body, and it was made of the Xuan Corpse Insect, one of the top ten ancient strange insects in the world. Mere alcohol was nothing to it, but they needed this atmosphere.

"Not at all, not at all."

After chatting for a few words, someone couldn't help but jump out and say, "Lord City Lord Dolai, now that the city plan has been finalized and the ground is almost ready, although the materials may be a little late due to the distance, those places should be auctioned off, right?"