"Everyone, come and witness this beautiful, magical, and noble little creature!" Gort cheered loudly.
The appearance of the thorn sprite was not so shocking. In fact, the little fellow, who had not woken up yet, did not pay attention to these nobles at all. She just sat on Liszt's shoulder and dozed off.
It had just been born and was full of curiosity about everything. Last night, it went to bed very late and seemed a little listless.
But this did not prevent the nobles from praising the thorn sprite with loud applause. At the same time, their eyes were cast on Liszt and the sprite on his shoulder with envy, jealousy, appreciation, desire, and so on.
This applause obviously disturbed the thorn sprite.
It flew up at once, made a fierce expression at the applauding crowd, waved its fist, and opened its mouth and shouted, "Wow, wow, wow!"
This obviously did not intimidate anyone, and everyone applauded even more vigorously.
The lively sprite was obviously more pleasing to the eye than the dozing sprite.
"It's so beautiful."
"Beautiful little creature."
"I seem to see it shining with the light of gold coins."
"The glory of the Knight favors the Tulip family, and Baron Liszt has inherited the nobility of the Earl!"
"Beautiful, as lovely as those sprites in Tulip Castle."
Seeing that her intimidation did not work, and that this group of humans were still chirping, the thorn sprite was furious. It suddenly stretched out its pink little fist, opened its chubby little palm, and shouted, "Wow!"
But a few flashes of light were seen.
It flew towards the crowd.
The light quickly stained the clothes of many people, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, green sprouts appeared, and actually began to grow and stretch out branches.
"Oh, my God!"
"It's the sprite's seeds!"
"The thorn sprite sprinkled seeds on our clothes!"
The nobles hurriedly stood up and patted the sprouts on their clothes. For a moment, the whole banquet scene was in chaos.
At this moment, Liszt suddenly said, "Stop, little guy!" In an instant, the thorn sprite flattened its mouth, reluctantly flew back, and landed on Liszt's shoulder again.
The sprouts on the clothes of the nobles also stopped growing.
They were slapped and torn off by their hands.
It didn't take long for it to be cleaned.
Because she was very close to Liszt, Madam Penélope was not sown with seeds. She looked at the elf and said with a smile: "Naughty little fellow, it reminds me of the Count's elves. A few of them are as naughty as it."
"I like these little elves. They are wilder and more aggressive." Lvera interjected. Some seeds were scattered on her clothes, but she quickly patted them off and did not tear her clothes.
"If I had a little elf, I would be willing to be teased by it every day." A Baron of North Valley City shook his collar and said.
"The little sprite won't tease its master. It just likes to play."
"Being naughty means it's full of energy."
Liszt waited for everyone to tidy up their clothes and take their seats before apologizing with an insincere smile. "I'm sorry. It's just born, so it's still a little grumpy about strangers disturbing it. I've already restrained it. Everyone, please forget the prank just now and let's continue the banquet. "
The nobles expressed that they did not mind.
It did not matter whether they really did not mind or not.
Gort cleared his throat and continued to preside over the celebration. "Everyone has seen our naughty protagonist. There is no doubt that it is a vibrant elf, a treasure bestowed by the glory of the Knight to Flower Town and Baron Liszt!"
"So, what's its name?" A noble lady suddenly asked.
"What's its name …" Gort looked at Liszt.
Liszt took over the topic. "It's called Ella. The name represents the prosperity of thorns. The prosperity of thorns begins with it."
"Ella?"
Everyone savored the name.
"Good name, it matches the temperament of the thorn elf very well."
"Yes, it's a good name, but it's a bit feminine. But the elf has no gender, so any name can be used."
"Ella, is it written like this … Ella … Ella, it's a strange Serpentine, but it's very interesting. It's a very elegant name."
Everyone thought that the name was good. Even if they felt unpleasant in their hearts, they still felt good on the surface.
Only Madam Penélope complained, "Ella? It sounds like names like Marie and Melissa. Liszt, can you give it a different name? "
Madam Marie, who was sitting next to her, smiled awkwardly and politely.
Liszt was also very embarrassed. Melissa was his mother. This old grandmother really didn't give him any face. He could only say, "Grandmother, Ella likes its name."
"Wow!"
The thorn elf, sensing the call of Liszt in his heart, shouted at him.
"I'm glad you like it." Madam Penélope did not force it. Perhaps she just wanted to take the opportunity to express some of her own views.
The meeting of the thorn elf, Ella, set off the celebration atmosphere.
It was almost time for dinner. After asking for instructions, Carter motioned for the servant to start serving wine and pour a glass of red wine or fruit wine for each guest.
Liszt picked up the red wine in front of him, looked around, and slowly said, "Thank you for coming to Flower Town's elf birth celebration … Everyone knows what the birth of the elf means, especially the elf with the magic potion behind it … My father and brother are already on the battlefield, continuing the glory of the Tulip family."
The nobles looked at the young, handsome Baron.
They listened carefully.
Liszt's speech level was average, and there was no literary talent. He was just releasing a signal, "I, Liszt Tulip, as the blood of the Tulip family, am sheltered by the family, and hope and must win glory for the family!"
He paused.
His voice increased, "Flower Town is just a small town, but with the Thorn Elf, Black Tulip, Flame Mushroom, and Fast-Growing Magic Thorns, everything is promising. I will also recruit a group of followers to help me govern Flower Town and form a Knight squad to charge on the battlefield! "
He thought about it.
He added, "Flower Town has the ability to win glory from the battlefield. Do you see the Flyingdust Dog at the gate of the castle? It … has eaten the Bloodline Fruit and has evolved into an Intermediate World of Warcraft! And it is loyal to me, it will be my most important partner on the battlefield! "
Intermediate World of Warcraft!
This was the first time Liszt announced Dosen's bloodline level to the public.
In the blink of an eye, he heard the nobles sitting around the table suck in a breath of cold air. An Intermediate World of Warcraft was not as valuable as a Sprite. This was a well-known truth. However, if this World of Warcraft existed in the form of a pet, then it was another matter.
It was at least equivalent to half a Sky Knight, a weapon on the battlefield!
The importance of such an Intermediate World of Warcraft was no less than that of a Sprite.
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