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The heralds standing at the door shouted the names of the guests, and following their announcement, these distinguished people came one after another. The banquet began quickly, and the noise of the people was unbearable for the witcher at one point, until the delicacies were served.

The dining table they sat around was large and rectangular, and Geralt could see more than forty people sitting around. To their left sat a fat governor whose name the witcher could not remember. It's too long and a mouthful. On the contrary, the gloomy and taciturn knight Lin Faen on their right is very conspicuous. Without him, no one here looks so ugly except him.

The witcher felt that his sullenness had nothing to do with his looks.

The mage didn't put his eyes on any of the people present. He looked up at the frescoes on the ceiling, wandering in the sky, no one knew what he was thinking. The only evidence that he still exists here is the right hand he puts on the table and keeps tapping on the table.

None of the honored guests, who came and went talking loudly, caught his attention, not even worth a casual glance. Whether it was a knight, a prince younger than Princess Pavetta, a guest from afar from the Skellige Islands. His indifference undoubtedly caused some of them to be covered, at least as Geralt, who was busy battling the pig's hind legs on the plate, noticed.

A burly man came over, and he came to the vacant seat on the left of the mage and sat down. He was dressed in coarse clothes, with a dark face and a hooked nose, but not vulgar. On the contrary, his bravery and the red tousled hair made the man look like a flame. His voice is also very similar to his appearance.

He shouted loudly: "You must be the black-robed mage who has gained fame recently! Even me, a person who fishes all day long on the distant archipelago, knows your name! Would you like to have a drink with me? "

The mage leaned back in his chair and glanced at him. He picked up the silver wine glass inlaid with rubies in his hand and had a drink with him.

The man put down the wine glass in his hand, and he laughed arrogantly: "As a mage, you can drink more than I am!"

"Your skill in choosing words and sentences is not as good as you said. You are a fisherman who fishes all day."

The man laughed and introduced himself: "I'm East Tursek from the Skellige Islands. I'm here to let my nephew see the princess. If the two young people have a common language It couldn't be better!"

He said, pointing to a young man on the other side of the table who was drinking with a few other people. He was broad-shouldered and had unkempt hair, also red.

"Really? Well, I wish you success first." The mage raised the wine glass in his hand again. Tursec filled a glass of East East from Toussaint alone.

"Thank you, is that what mages are capable of? Forgive my curiosity, because in Skellige our mages are druids, hey, if I let them do they're sure to turn into bears Bite my head off!" Easter drank the wine from his glass again and said with a smile.

The mage's expression remained the same. He didn't even bother to control his facial muscles to give a cheap smile, and said to the polite man in a arrogant manner: "Yes, if you don't mind, I think Be alone for a while."

East stood up, still smiling, and left with a glass of wine.

Geralt is a little puzzled. He has a good impression of this person, and he doesn't understand why the mage treats him so rudely. But he also knows that the Master is not a person who is aimless.

Sure enough, He Shenyan turned his head and said softly to him, "That guy thought I couldn't see the tricks on him."

"Blindfolding?"

"Yes, just like I did to you. His real appearance and psychology are far from what he looks like on the surface."

Geralt swallowed a large mouthful of pork ham, and said inarticulately, "It seems that this party is gradually becoming more and more interesting."

The mage smiled for the first time, and many people noticed his smile and even celebrated it. Some good people even sang a song about it. He said to Geralt, "Yes, Geralt. Things are getting interesting."

Some of the crowd pushed the cups to change, some dipped their fingers in the wine and lined up on the table, discussing tactics, and some even started to dance and sing. There were several brightly dressed men with pianos playing a tune Geralt didn't know. He only felt that it was noisy, but at this moment, the herald who stood still like a statue at the door shouted again: "Dear gentlemen!"

"Pavita of Sintra is here!"

The guests fell silent in an instant, and a few young people widened their eyes, wishing to stretch their necks several times their original length to see. The herald opened the two heavy gilded doors, and two blond servants in crimson tights led the way. Behind them, a woman walked slowly with her head bowed.

Or, better to call it a girl.

She was only fifteen years old, wearing a silver-blue dress with a gold chain belt, no gold and silver jewelry as decoration, only a silver bracelet on her wrist with a large blue gem on it. Her hair, like her mother's, was grey, in two waist-length braids.

Let me put it this way~www.novelmt.com~ She is so dazzling and beautiful that she doesn't even need gold and silver jewelry for decoration, because she is more beautiful than those worldly treasures.

But for the mage, there is only one thing wrong.

She is only fifteen years old.

Most of the men present looked at her with fiery eyes, a few young and ignorant only cared about eating, while the other few old ones just had more than enough energy. Only the wizard and the witcher didn't look at her that way, except that Geralt was busy with the half-juicy steak on the plate.

Pavetta slowly came to sit next to her mother, and Calanthe looked at her with satisfaction, not her daughter. She looked at her as if looking at a commodity. Men's eyes are the price of the auction, all of which are problems of overweight. For Calanthe, her daughter had to sell for a good price.

After all, her daughter is as beautiful as she is.

Just when she couldn't help smiling, a curly-haired servant and a captain of the guard dressed in gold and blue ran up to her and whispered something. She frowned immediately.