The blood-like red wine swirled in the wine glass. Meg looked at Irina, who was walking down the stairs step by step. The thin white gauze pajamas gave off a hazy feeling. Although he couldn't see anything, it gave him the illusion that he could see everything.
Her long silver hair was casually draped behind her back, and her jade-like feet were bare just like that. Every step she took, a piece of green leaf would appear under her feet, perfectly supporting her.
That beautiful face, that beautiful smile on her lips, such a peerless beauty walking toward him, any man would probably go crazy for her.
Meg was a man, but he couldn't really go crazy at this moment.
Instead, he was a little flustered because of Irina's words.
"Erm … Customers will always have some unrealistic thoughts when they eat delicious food." Meg coughed dryly, and said seriously, "Am I a man that they can get?"
"Pfft." Irina couldn't help but laugh.
Her usually cold face was like a blooming flower, and Meg was a little dazed.
"What's wrong?" Irina looked at him.
"Nothing, I just think that you look a little good when you smile."
"A little?"
"No … It's very good looking."
"How good looking?" Irina stepped forward, and was almost right in front of Meg.
The faint fragrance that greeted him was like the Water of Life, making him feel pleasant and comfortable. Meg looked at the person in front of him, and said with a smile, "The sun, the moon, and the stars are not enough to describe you. In my eyes, you are the most beautiful."
Irina paused and looked into Meg's eyes. Her bright eyes were like stars, sincere and passionate. Although her expression was still calm, her heart started to beat faster uncontrollably.
Meg also looked at Irina, who was so close to him. Her plump red lips were extremely alluring, and a strange impulse gradually rose in his heart.
The alluring aroma of the red wine was gradually intoxicating, and the two of them slowly leaned forward.
This kiss was passionate and long.
…
Rodu, the royal palace.
"Let's go and bring Vanessa back. There are too many uncertainties over there. It's no longer safe," Andre said to Sean, who was half-kneeling on the ground.
"Yes." Sean got up, turned around, and then stopped. He turned back and said hesitantly, "Father, if I meet Alex on this trip, what should I do?"
"Do you have the confidence to kill him?" Andre asked.
"No." Sean shook his head.
"He does."
"I understand." Sean nodded and turned to leave quickly.
"The Wind Forest, the Endless Sea Realm, the Twilight Forest … Alex, you really are everywhere." Andre paced slowly in the palace with an inexplicable smile on his face. "It seems like you've been living well for the past three years. It's just that you've become more nosy."
Not far away, the blue flames at the top of the magnificent Mage Tower were still burning fiercely.
"The triennial Magic Caster Conference is about to begin. As usual, Crassus will come to open the conference. Should we invite him this year?"
"Of course. He doesn't belong to the Mage Tower anymore. What's the point of inviting him?"
"The Magic Caster Conference was proposed and established by Master Crassus. Over the years, many outstanding talents have been selected for the magic caster world. It has opened up a path for the poor magic casters, and greatly promoted the development of the magic caster world in the Roth Empire. We can all choose not to participate in the Magic Caster Conference, but we can't do without Master Crassus!"
"Nonsense. I think you want to betray the Mage Tower too. That's why you keep speaking up for Crassus!"
"Freedom of movement in the Mage Tower is one of the 10 principles. I've never seen anyone say that leaving the Mage Tower is a betrayal. If there's justice in your heart, you'll naturally know what Master Crassus has done for the Mage Tower. I'm not speaking up for him, but for justice!"
A round-table conference was going on in the Mage Tower's conference hall. However, the conference had already gone on for several hours, and the debate was still ongoing.
"That's enough!" Richard, who was sitting in the main seat, said in a low voice.
The voices in the conference hall gradually died down, and everyone turned to look at Richard.
"I'll send an invitation to Crassus. As for whether he wants to come, that's up to him." Richard stood up and walked toward the door as he said, "That's all for today's conference. Dismissed."
Brent followed behind Richard with furrowed brows, and asked, "Great Elder, are we really going to invite that old bastard Crassus?"
"The opening of the Magic Caster Conference by Crassus has always been a tradition. If we don't even send an invitation, it'll make us look petty." Richard walked as he said, "As for whether he'll come or not, with his personality, I'm afraid he won't come even if he finds a good disciple."
Brent nodded with a thoughtful expression.
Richard suddenly stopped in his tracks, and turned to Brent as he said, "By the way, His Majesty has decreed that two great magic casters from our Magus Tower will accompany the first prince to Chaos City. I plan to send you and Elliot, and we'll set off tomorrow morning."
"Go south with the first prince?" Brent faltered upon hearing this. He looked around, and lowered his voice as he asked, "Does … the second prince know about this?"
Richard replied with a serious expression, "This is an order from His Majesty, so it doesn't matter whether Josh is aware of it or not. You're going to bring Princess Vanessa back to the palace, and ensure the safety of the princess and the first prince is your top priority."
"Princess Vanessa is in Chaos City?!" Brent was a little surprised, but he quickly composed himself at the sight of Richard's serious expression. He nodded with a serious expression, and said, "Alright, I'll be sure to complete the escort mission."
…
"What a dashing pair of lovebirds. One moment, they're in The Wind Forest, the next moment, they're in Chaos City, and the next moment, they're in the Twilight Forest … Heh … Hahaha …" Josh sat in the pavilion at the center of the lake with a few unopened jugs of wine in his hands. The ground was littered with shattered porcelain, and he was looking at the lake with a slightly intoxicated expression on his face.
In the corner of the pavilion, the two maids who were in charge of brewing the wine were leaning against each other, trembling in fear. They didn't dare to look Josh in the eye. The second prince was simply too terrifying in this state.
A black shadow guard appeared in the pavilion at the center of the lake, and half-knelt on the ground as he respectfully said, "Your Highness, a guest from the Twilight Forest has arrived. He said that he brought you something precious."
"An orc from the Twilight Forest?" Josh frowned as he looked at that shadow guard, and asked, "What is it?"
The shadow guard lowered his head, and said, "He doesn't want us to see it. He said that he can only give it to you."
"Heh … Interesting." An interested smile appeared on Josh's face. He waved his hand, and said, "The two of you are dismissed. Bring that fellow here."
That shadow guard hesitated, and said, "Your Highness, that orc is a little strange. Do you need me to make some preparations?"
"This is Rodu, the second prince's residence. Is there anyone who dares to do anything to me here?" Josh smiled with disdain, and waved his hand. "Bring him here."
Soon, a skinny orc with leopard prints on his face was brought to the pavilion at the center of the lake. He was holding a black stone box in his hands. He bowed slightly to Josh, and said in a hoarse voice, "Morris greets Your Highness."
"What are you holding in your hands?" Josh asked as he looked at the stone box in the orc's hands with interest.
"This item is extremely precious. It is not suitable for a third party to know about it." Morris didn't reveal it directly. Instead, he glanced at the shadow guard standing at the side.
"Dismissed." Josh waved his hand.
That shadow guard hesitated for a moment, but still chose to disappear from the pavilion at the center of the lake.
"Tell me, what is that?"
"Your Highness, have you heard of the massacre that happened in the Urba Tribe 300 years ago?" A hoarse voice sounded in the pavilion at the center of the lake.
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