Abe the Wizard

The other is the downtrodden aristocracy, which was formerly extremely powerful and slowly declined for various reasons, but the family's heritage is still there, at least the dress of attending the party can be found in the inheritance.

And the young elf nobles in front of them are presumably the second lowest nobility, which is why they are placed in the lowest corner of the hall.

Abel measures several young elf nobles, and several young elf nobles measure him. One of them is wearing the most popular aristocratic gown of his time, and at first glance he knows that the gown is gorgeous and made by a master, how can he sit here as well?

“Introducing myself, I am Baron Gary and this is Lord Fettis and Lord Barnes, welcome to sit down and chat!” A young elf nobleman with a Baron badge on his chest stood up and invited Abel.

“Hello, my name is Lord Bennett, and I've got a little light on me!” Abel bowed and saluted. He was wearing the Medal of the Lord at this time. The Medal of the Alchemist was not worn, but was put in a space bag. Wearing the Medal of the Alchemist at a party was too high-profile.

“We all mixed in, I got the light of my old ancestors!” When he heard Abel, Baron Gary burst out laughing, and he mocked himself as well.

“Likewise, where can we enter Prince Adolphus's party on our own, our ancestors, although dead, can still leave us with a reputation to eat and die!” Lord Fertis laughed indifferently, while Lord Barnes nodded in favour of the place.

“Lord Bennett, I'm afraid this dress is not simple. Look at the fabric and the workmanship. Which master is it?” Baron Gary stared enviously at Abel's dress.

Abel was already sitting on the side chair at this time, and the dress did not undergo any deformation as a result of sitting down, but rather fitted more closely to the body, presenting his long body perfectly.

“Baron Gary, my dress came from a friend before the party, afraid I'd lose face at the party!” Abel smiled and took a crystal glass and poured a glass of red wine from the wine bottle on the table, he said.

“How come I don't have such good friends!” Lord Fettis muttered.

“That's when you borrowed all your good friends!” Lord Barnes laughed at Lord Fertis' short remarks.

Abel looked with envy at the three elf nobles twirling each other, and he remembered Camille and Carlos, and if he was still in the human world, he'd probably be talking to them the same way at this time.

He wanted to deliver the crystal cup to his mouth. Just a sip of red wine put the glass down with some frowning. His current flavour was already quite strong, and this ordinary wine was already difficult for him to drink.

Because I had just thought of something a little distracted, Abel habitually put his hands on the space bag and was about to take out a bottle of synthetic red wine to taste it. I suddenly thought that this was not at home, but at a party. There was no saying that there was no alcohol of his own. If he drank his own alcohol here, it would be a very disgraceful act for the owner.

Although Abel's movements stopped, he also succeeded in letting three elf noblemen see his space bag, and the family, though declining, did not affect their eyes.

“Lord Bennett, are you a Druid?” Baron Gary asked with some respect.

“I'm only at level 3, my qualifications are terrible!” Abel didn't want to hide anything about Druid's profession, because wearing a space bag would inevitably let others know about it, and he nodded with humility.

For a while, the three elf nobles had no desire to speak, looked at each other for a few moments, and all silently drank red wine.

Abel couldn't help but sigh. It seems that humans and elves alike have the same integrity. He thought he could make friends after talking to the three elf nobles. It seems that he himself is a little out of his mind.

It is no wonder that human beings and elves alike have similar inheritance among nobles, and that the same system allows them to cross only with nobles of similar status, which, once too large, makes it difficult to live together on an equal footing.

Unexpectedly, Abel's dress and lumbar space bag revealed his distinct position. Although he was always humble, the three elf nobles were not ordinary elves, and the knowledge they had accepted since childhood showed them how precious the dress was and how rare it was for a Druid lumbar to wear a space bag claiming to be a third level.

Abel picked up the glass, stood up and bowed down slightly to the three elf nobles, and walked to the other side to sit in an unmanned chair.

“See? Although he is a lord, his bowing gesture reveals pride, and I bet he is a noble son!” Lord Fertis swept away from Abel and said.

Just as Abel sat alone in the corner of the lobby with a glass and thought about the refinement of the alchemy formula, guests in the lobby seemed to be almost there, and heard a voice coming out the door.

“The noble Duchess Carrie is here! ”

In addition to her host, Prince Adolphus, was the most honorable Duchess Carrie, so all the guests in the lobby stood up and patted their hands welcoming the Duchess.

Abel also stood up with the elves and saw Duchess Carrie in a purple, shoulder-shaped Elf court dress, set on a rudimentary necklace with a shiny gemstone at her bare neck, making her whole person look gorgeous and elegant.

Behind Duchess Carrie, follow Grand Duchess Butler Derek, who carefully lagged half a step behind Duchess Carrie in a black gown to show her identity.

Duchess Carrie looked around the next four weeks and bowed slightly to express her gratitude to the nobles of the Pokémon. The applause slowly stopped. Instead of ignoring any of the Pokémon, she glanced in the middle of the hall and found a seat where several female Pokémon waited equally elegantly for her to sit before sitting down.

Today's gatherings are young elves, and each of them has a good identity, especially some elf noblemen who think they are qualified to pursue the Duchess of Cary. At this time, there is some stupidity. The Duchess of Cary rarely appears in public on weekdays, and this is a rare opportunity.

Butler Derek searched back and forth in the lobby a few times to discover Abel's whereabouts, and when all the elves' eyes were attracted to Duchess Carrie, he had come to Abel.

“Lord Bennett, why are you sitting here?” Derek often arranges parties, and he knows exactly what this place stands for, and asks strangely.

“Derek, you sit down first. It's nice here. You can see everything in the lobby at a glance!” Abel said in haha.

Derek looked at Abel helplessly, knowing that Abel didn't want to be too high-profile, and Derek didn't want to come to such a party, but Grand Duke Edwina asked him to come and serve Abel and explain to Abel some of the aristocratic identities he had attended.

Derek's arrival made the voice in this corner much smaller, and when he sat carefully under Abel's head, Baron Gary, Lord Barnes and Lord Fertis had lost all interest in conversation at this time, perhaps just a little enthusiasm, or even pretending to be a little enthusiastic, might have had a chance to change the fate of the family.

“The noble Prince Adolphus has arrived! ”

With a high voice, a warm round of applause sounded in the lobby, and two elf warriors in silver and white armor escorted an elf in a pure white dress and a gold crown into the lobby.

“Prince Adolphus, Class 7 Druid, Archduke Francisco Doyle's only child, has a good reputation!” Derek's voice came from Abel, who introduced him to Prince Adolphus.

At this time, Prince Adolphus smiled and greeted the surrounding area. For a moment, it seemed that the atmosphere of the entire hall had been moved by him. He also seemed to be the center of the hall. Almost all the elf nobles in the hall had been infected by his smile. Every elf here felt that the smile was directed against himself, and the smile conveyed sincerity and kindness.