The other type was the fallen nobles. Their family used to be very powerful, but due to various reasons, they slowly declined. Still, the foundation of the family was still there. At least the clothes they wore to the banquet could be found from their inheritance.
The young nobles in front of Abel were probably the second type, so they were arranged to sit in the most inconspicuous corner of the hall.
Abel was observing the young elven nobles, and the young elven nobles were observing him as well. One of them was wearing the most fashionable noble attire, and it was obviously made by a master. Why would he be sitting here?
"Let me introduce myself. I am Baron Gary. This is Lord Fettes and Lord Baines. You are welcome to sit and chat!" One of the young nobles with a baron badge stood up and invited Abel.
"Hello everyone, I am Lord Bennett. I got in because of some light!" Abel bowed. He was wearing a baron badge, but he did not wear his master alchemist badge. Instead, he put it in his portal bag. It was too eye-catching to wear a master alchemist badge to a banquet.
"We all got in because of some light from our ancestors!" Baron Gary laughed when he heard Abel's words. He also laughed at himself.
"It's the same. How could we get into Prince Adolf's banquet on our own? Although our ancestors have passed away, the reputation they left behind is enough for us to eat and wait for death!" Lord Fettes said with an indifferent smile, while Lord Baines nodded his head in agreement.
"Lord Bennett, I'm afraid your outfit is not simple. Look at the material and workmanship. Which master made it?" Baron Gary stared at Abel's outfit and asked with envy.
Abel was already sitting on a side chair. His outfit did not change shape when he sat down. Instead, it fit his body even better, showing off his slender body perfectly.
"Baron Gary, my friend gave me this outfit before I went to the banquet. He was worried I would embarrass myself!" Abel smiled as he picked up a crystal glass and poured a glass of red wine from the bottle on the table.
"Why don't I have such a good friend!" Lord Fettes muttered.
'That's because you've made such a good friend afraid! 'said Lord Barnes, laughing as he brought up Lord Fettes' shortcomings.
Abel looked at the 3 elven nobles with envy. He thought of Camil and Carlos. If he was still in the human world, he would probably be chatting with them too.
As he thought about it, he brought the crystal glass to his mouth. Just as he took a sip of the red wine, he frowned and put down the crystal glass. His taste buds were already very picky. It was difficult for him to drink this kind of ordinary red wine.
Since Abel was a little distracted, he habitually placed his hand on the portal bag. He was about to take out a bottle of synthetic red wine to taste when he suddenly remembered that he was not at home, but at a party. There was no such thing as bringing one's own wine here. If he drank his own wine here, it would be very disrespectful to the host.
Although Abel stopped, he still managed to let the 3 elven nobles see his portal bag. Although their family had declined, it did not affect their vision.
"Lord Bennett, are you a Druil?" Baron Gary asked respectfully.
"I'm only rank 3. My talent is too bad!" Abel didn't want to hide his Druil profession. As long as he was wearing a portal bag, people would inevitably know, so he nodded and said humbly.
All of a sudden, the 3 elven nobles no longer had the desire to talk. They looked at each other and began to drink their red wine in silence.
Abel couldn't help but let out a sigh. It seemed like both elves and humans were the same. He thought he could make friends with the 3 elven nobles, but it seemed like he was wrong.
It was no wonder. No matter if it was humans or elves, the inheritance between nobles was the same. The same system meant that they could only make friends with nobles of similar status. Once the status difference was too big, it would be very difficult to be on equal terms.
Just then, Abel's suit and the portal bag on his waist had inadvertently revealed his unique status. Although he always responded humbly, the 3 elven nobles were not normal elves. They had been taught since they were young, so they knew how valuable a suit was. It was rare for a rank 3 Druil to have a portal bag on his waist.
Abel picked up his wine glass and stood up. He slightly bowed to the 3 elven nobles and walked to the empty chair on the other side to sit down.
"Did you see it? Although he is a lord, the way he bowed showed his arrogance. I bet he is the son of a big noble! "Lord Fettes gazed at Abel as he left and said.
Just when Abel was sitting alone in the corner of the hall, thinking about how to improve his alchemy formula, almost all the guests in the hall had arrived. At that moment, a voice emerged from the door.
"The honorable Lady Carrie has arrived!"
Other than the host, Prince Adolf, Lady Carrie was the most honorable person in this banquet. Therefore, when they heard the announcement, all the guests in the hall stood up and gently clapped their hands to welcome the Lady.
Abel also stood up with the other elves. He saw Lady Carrie in a purple off-shoulder elven court dress. On her exposed neck, there was a shiny gem embedded in a simple necklace. It made her look luxurious and elegant.
Behind Lady Carrie was the steward of the Grand Ducal Palace, Derek. At that moment, Derek was wearing a black suit. He carefully stayed half a step behind Lady Carrie to show his status.
Lady Carrie looked around and slightly bowed to express her gratitude to the elven nobles. The applause slowly stopped. She did not pay any attention to the other elves. Instead, she glanced around the hall and found a seat. A few female elves also waited for her to sit down elegantly before sitting down.
All the elves in the banquet today were young, and each of them had a decent status. Especially those who thought they had the ability to pursue Lady Carrie. At that moment, they were getting a little restless. Lady Carrie rarely appeared in public. This was a rare opportunity.
Steward Derek looked around the hall a few times and finally found Abel. When all the elves were looking at Lady Carrie, he had already arrived beside Abel.
"Lord Bennett, why are you sitting here?" Derek often organized banquets, so he knew what this position meant. He asked in a strange tone.
"Derek, take a seat first. This place is not bad. You can see everything in the hall at a glance!" Abel said with a laugh.
Derek helplessly looked at Abel. He knew Abel didn't want to be too high-profile, and Derek didn't want to come to a banquet like this either. However, Grand Duke Edwina had asked him to serve Abel and explain the identities of the nobles in the banquet to Abel.
When Derek arrived, the noises in the corner became a lot quieter. When he carefully sat beside Abel, Baron Gary, Lord Barnes, and Lord Fettes were no longer in the mood to talk. Perhaps if they had been a little more enthusiastic, or at least pretended to be, they would have had a chance to change the fate of their family.
"The prestigious Prince Adolf has arrived!"
Following a loud announcement, a warm applause sounded in the hall. Two elven warriors in silver armor escorted an elf in a pure white ceremonial dress and a golden silk crown into the hall.
"Prince Adolf, rank 7 Druil, the only child of Grand Duke Francesco Doyle. He has a good reputation!" Derek's voice emerged from beside Abel. He introduced Prince Adolf to Abel.
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