As for what he was waiting for, Jon had no idea.
In any case, Helga had instructed him to wait here peacefully. When the time was right, she would appear.
However, no matter how Jon thought about it, he felt that if he continued to wait here, he would not be waiting for Helga to appear. Instead, he would be waiting for death.
It was the environment around him that made him feel uneasy.
Those nobles, who looked very delicate at first, showed their ferocious faces when they came here. They were no different from those monstrous nobles who drove their carriages and ran on the bluestone ground when Chown and Cecatly came in.
Those who could reach such a position in the Underworld were all terrifying monsters.
However, whether they were terrifying or not was not important. In this place, Jon had to ensure that he would not be watched. That was the most important thing.
Since he couldn't shift his attention to other people, he could only look at these lifeless things.
For example, the delicacies in front of him.
If these things could be called delicacies.
Although they looked a little scary, Jon was not a person who cared about appearances.
The music in the surroundings had started to play. Under the dim light of the palace, it seemed a little eerie, but it was also very lively.
Putting aside the bloody appearance of the food on the small table in front of him, Jon could feel the rich power contained in them. These things were great nourishment for the soul. Jon picked a bean and stuffed it into his mouth. The food was very refreshing, and the power contained in it was like flowing water in spring, nourishing Jon's mental state.
There was also the wine. Although it was not as impactful as the Chinese wine Jon had drunk before, it was crispy and sweet. Most importantly, it contained magic power, which was very rare.
Especially when he was waiting for the final result. This banquet was a place where the outsiders had to work hard to get to.
Although Jon had been eating all this time, he had never forgotten to listen to the nobles around him. He could more or less know what the scene outside was like.
He had walked through the back door that Cecatly had made before leaving, so he did not know about the terrifying scene outside.
For some reason, he suddenly remembered the woman he saw before he came in.
But this was not the focus of his attention right now. He pulled himself together, and after drinking a few cups of wine, he stopped drinking. He just silently put those refreshing side dishes into his mouth and carefully observed the situation around him.
He couldn't waste such a good opportunity. Being with these terrifying monsters was actually a great opportunity to understand the essence of the magic world. Simply put, he was now sitting in a Divine Kingdom with his real body, unlike before when he only used his soul to enter Helga's domain to be nurtured. There were more or less differences between the real body and the soul.
Perhaps it was because he had been here for a long time, or perhaps it was because he had drunk a few glasses of wine, but Jon no longer felt that the dark aura around him was oppressive. The feeling of growth in his body had unconsciously surfaced, and it was probably Helga that was secretly promoting the rise of his strength.
The calm magic power in his body started to ripple again.
It was like a fish swimming under the surface of a lake. Although the surface of the lake was calm, there were undercurrents surging underneath.
The magic power from the wine and food entered his body, and under Helga's conscious guidance, it began to be converted into magic power that was more suitable for Helga.
During this process of transformation, Jon could feel the difference between him and Helga. That exquisite technique was simply enlightening to Jon.
But soon after, he began to feel that something was not quite right in the air.
Of course, in such an environment, it was normal for something to be wrong. After all, it would be strange if there was something normal here.
But Jon still had a faint feeling that something was not right.
In front of him, these monsters wandered around freely, toasting each other, causing him, a person who had taken advantage of the situation, to feel a little uneasy.
At the banquet, time passed very quickly, and he did not know how long it had been.
Come to think of it, if it was about time, it was normal for this banquet to last for a few months.
Helga had already told Jon before he arrived that a long time had passed outside.
He had only been here for a little more than five months. Perhaps the conversion of time inside was not right, but more than a year had passed in the Hogwarts. Jon suddenly thought of this at this moment. If so much time had passed, the Goblet of Fire would probably start again.
Speaking of which, the Goblet of Fire was also a competition, and it was not much different from the environment he was in now.
If the competition outside waited until the end, there should be a winner, or some winners, who would come here to participate in this banquet, and at the same time, provide a reincarnated body for the person behind the scenes.
Or rather, this banquet was not so much a feast, but a celebration of the return of their master.
So Jon felt that the things that were not right were partly due to the God behind the scenes.
What kind of God could that be?
He had no clue at the moment. If it was Osiris, then it was fine. If it was not Osiris, then it must have a very close relationship with Osiris.
But the identity of that existence was hidden too well. Not to mention that existence, even the current Osiris was something that Jon had never seen before.
Now, in such an environment, Helga did not speak, and he could not find a way to communicate at all. So he could only look around by drinking and eating alone.
Those devil-like nobles, at this moment, seemed to have drunk too much wine, and were gathered in groups of twos and threes, having fun and chatting.
Sometimes, there would be powerful people who would casually cut things and throw them out, which would turn into beautiful maids and dance in the wind to liven things up.
The brilliance of magic and divine arts illuminated the hall, making it much brighter.
There were even two nobles who stood up from their seats and dragged the maids to play with them. For a moment, the scene was unbearable to look at.
As Jon watched, he felt as if his spirit was being pulled apart, and he began to feel absent-minded.
It seemed that there was a magical power of enchantment in the dance. Then, Helga's voice sounded in his ears.
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