The interruption of Halloumi's singing made Warlock Saint Babak Abnahanshunpo put down his hostility and curiously discuss everything that the other party had shown. At the same time, he let Great Mage Bijan lead the way to the real core area of this banquet. He had not come back as an uninvited guest, but also as an invited guest.
As for that group of ignorant brats with noble titles, they had long been separated by the other subordinates and dragged to somewhere to be taught a lesson. No matter how harmonious the Empire was on the surface, in private, the ignorant Mages and ignorant nobles did not know what peace was.
It was supposed to be a very ordinary conversation, but in the eyes of others, someone who could walk side by side with a Warlock Saint was definitely an unusual existence. No matter who it was, standing next to those truly important people, even if they were not intimidated by the other party's reputation or strength, not many people could stand firmly.
The reason was simple. Professionals above the level of ordinary people, be it Mages or Warriors, these truly capable people would still inadvertently reveal some aura that was enough to intimidate people even if they restrained their power. No one could avoid it, just like breathing. When there was inhalation, there would be exhalation.
The so-called accumulation of power did not mean that the power of magic would be stored in the body like a bucket of water. It was a concept of lung capacity and physical strength. People with large lung capacities could naturally last longer than ordinary people during strenuous exercise.
The work that Mages accumulated over time was to find ways to increase their "lung capacity," which belonged to their power. Then, every time they used it, they would distribute the power of magic in a more reasonable and efficient way.
The more powerful a Mage was, the more oppressive the power that they naturally "exhaled" on a daily basis would be to those who were close to them. It was a similar situation for Warriors, and this oppressive power was indiscriminate. For example, the smell of a superior magical beast alone would make inferior magical beasts or ordinary wild beasts scurry away like rats. Warriors and Mages relied on this feeling to determine the strength of their enemies and themselves at the first moment.
And this was also the main reason why Lin would be looked down upon no matter where he went. For a Maze Mage, the power that he had accumulated could only be considered ordinary in terms of quantity. Even some of the more advanced and more talented magic apprentices would surpass him in terms of power accumulation. This could be said to be a major flaw.
This was because someone's power came from the tidal storms of energy in other dimensions during the advancement of the World Tree. Dream Magic Tower, Blink, and various spells based on the night sky were not powers that used the power of the Maze. It could be said that his real "breathing pattern" was different from that of ordinary Mages in the Maze, which was why no one could truly detect his strength before a confrontation.
Under normal circumstances, it was difficult for the strong and the weak to get along, just like how a lion and a rabbit would not live together. This was not entirely due to the difference in status, position, and strength that made the weak feel inferior. It was more due to the physiological discomfort.
..... the Mages could not do this all the time.......................... but was it necessary to do so all all the time? This was because it was just like holding one's breath while swimming or diving. No matter how long one held their breath, they still needed to take a breath.
Even if one could use the concept of slowing down one's breathing for a long period of time to control the dispersion of one's authority and reduce the sense of oppression that others would feel. But this feeling still existed, and it would not disappear because of this.
Warlock Saint Babak Abnahan certainly would not suppress the power he naturally emitted for the sake of anyone here. Even so, there were still people other than his good friend Attila who could walk side by side with him. It could be said that the most surprised person present was the Warlock Saint.
Of course, he knew nothing about the surprise in everyone's hearts. The reason why he could withstand the pressure of a Warlock Saint was not because of the power of the Dream Magic Tower.
The reason why he could adapt to the suppressive aura emitted by other experts of the same level was because he was already used to it. Lin's accumulated power was too weak. Logically speaking, it should not be enough for him to adapt to the pressure of this level. But who was next to him?
It was like a certain someone always liked to say that the fat boy Ezio — who had been fattened up recently — would definitely have a promising future because he had adapted to the biological pressure of the black dragon. Then, in the future, there would not be many people who could intimidate him in terms of aura. As long as he could exert his normal strength, he might have a chance to fight.
Many times, the reason why the weak lost to the strong was that they lost their aura. Since they had already admitted their failure from a psychological point of view. But! A coffin could only hold a dead person, not necessarily a weak person or an old person.
For Lin, he could easily ignore the aura of many senior Warlocks and experts only because he had adapted to the aura of the former Lord Demon King, Lich Fanny Tikal. This advantage was the same for the two girls as well.
It should be noted that when the Lich had just been resurrected, she did not have much control to speak of. Except for the skeleton, the rest of her body was condensed with magical power. It was as if she had a halo of fear, oppressing anyone who approached her at all times. If not for the fact that the Tower of the Great Sage was his home at that time, his last shelter and safe haven, he would have wanted to run away.
But in the end, they adapted to life beside the Lich. After Fanny recreated a living body, her control was further improved, and the aura of power that she unconsciously emitted became weaker. But of course, it did not make a difference to the three who had adapted to it.
This was also one of the reasons why Lin and the other two did not panic when they encountered magical beasts with dragon blood or even when they met the Black Dragon Augustus on the snowy mountain.
Especially when a certain Lich was flirting, she would not use gentle little fists to punch a man's chest softly. Her fists were buffed with a Demon King level Potency spell. If a punch landed, the person would have to be revived on the spot.
To be honest, it was not easy for a certain person to survive in such an environment. This was also the main reason why Lin had not been able to cultivate the self-awareness of being strong until now.
It was not only Fanny's level that made it difficult for Lin to have a 'reasonable' standard of strength for reference. There was a person who could suppress him in all aspects, who could teach him a lesson anytime, anywhere, and still say that he wanted to see himself as an invincible expert who could make a name for himself. The fact that he did not escalate his inferiority to autism was already a testament to his strong mentality.
In any case, it was still too early for a mere Warlock Saint to want him to kneel just by showing off his domineering aura!
Of course, this was something that a certain person did not know about. To a transmigrator, an old person was not a dead person. Before he transmigrated, he would only kneel and bow at the funerals of his relatives and elders. So if he really wanted someone to kneel, he would kneel when he lit the incense.
No matter how high an official or how powerful he was, as long as he was a person, he still had two eyes and one mouth. In his hometown in the New Era, there was no such thing as a high-ranking official going on an inspection tour and the commoners kneeling to welcome him.
So if this Warlock Saint that he had just met wanted to talk about magic, of course, Lin would accompany him. If he said something wrong, so be it. Giving the elder a chance to teach the younger generation a lesson and let them get some satisfaction from it was a special way of being considerate towards the elder.
Otherwise, the elder's self-esteem would be crushed into pieces. If something happened to the elder due to a heart attack, Lin would be hated for who knows how many lifetimes. So sometimes, losing was a kind of gentleness. It was just like how some people treated some lies as kindness.
When he entered the main house, there was a bunch of old men having special treatment. Unlike what a certain person thought, there was a group of girls serving them. Instead, what he saw was a scene of debauchery from the Middle Ages. The style of the banquet here was very normal and also very strange. It was more like what Lin had seen in other places.
Other than the row of main tables on the small steps, there were three long tables on both sides. They sat opposite each other. The table was full of food and wine. Everyone was eating the chicken wings or duck legs in front of them, or using knives and forks to cut the lamb that was roasted to a golden brown.
But when Warlock Saint Babak Abnahan entered the banquet hall, everyone put down what they were doing and stood up to welcome him. This was the respect that the sorcerers had for a Warlock Saint.
The Warlock Saint's seat was, of course, at the main table.
And for this kind of banquet arrangement, the main table and the front row could not be casually seated. Basically, the closer the seat was to the main table, the higher the status of the person. And there was not too much differentiation below. As long as there was an empty seat, anyone could sit. But everyone was still used to sitting together if they were in the same group, or if they knew each other.
Lin Sheng, who had never attended a banquet for sorcerers in the Holy City of Estali, naturally subconsciously looked for an empty seat in a remote area. When he turned his head, he saw a group of sorcerers who were in math class waving at him.
After Lin Sheng responded to their greetings, he wanted to walk toward the group of acquaintances. But how could the Warlock Saint who came in with him let him go so easily? He hooked his big hand and was about to … catch nothing!
Babak Abnahan was rather surprised that he had caught nothing. Similarly, his good friend on the other side, the great sorcerer Attila, was also surprised. At their level, catching this chicken-like man should be a piece of cake. But they caught nothing! This made them have no choice but to re-examine the information about this man.
And Lin Sheng's Flash might have shocked the other sorcerers who had not seen it with their own eyes, but the group of people who were in math class was no stranger to it. There were no signs of spellcasting, and they could not detect the spellcasting process that should have been. Lin Sheng's Flash Spell had already reached the level of "unbreakable" to this group of sorcerers who knew about it.
So they had never thought of becoming enemies with this man, because they could not crack his so-called strongest, and in fact, possibly the strongest, escape spell. And if they offended such a sorcerer and were unable to completely kill him, what kind of trouble would it leave behind? Everyone had been immersed in magic for decades. If they knew such a spell, what kind of coordinated tactics could they develop?
Just thinking about it like this made all the wrong ideas vanish into thin air.
This also reminded them of the information about this man in Abadan City of the Guevana Empire. That had caused the nobles in the entire city to not be able to sleep for three whole days. When they first saw such information, they only felt that it was too exaggerated, but it was not completely impossible for them to achieve the same effect. But now, no one could laugh …
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