Chapter 538 - Twilight Dragon Armor
Seeing that Lin Li shook his head, William was rather disappointed. However, he didn’t say anything more, and led Lin Li and his companions to the front hall of the Elven Theater. The massive front hall was filled with people who had arrived early, all waiting for the commencement of the auction and chatting with people they knew about various topics.
Although some were sharp enough to spot William enter with another person, nobody dared to approach, as they knew very well that they didn’t have the right to speak to William. At the same time, they were very curious about the background of the youngster who came with William as it was clear that William was the one leading the way for him.
One needed to know that even the guests of honor on the second floor had never received such treatment from William. After all, William was even respected by Castellan Arathor of the Roland City. But now, this eminent William led the way for a youngster whom nobody had seen before. Perhaps even the king wouldn’t receive such treatment if he were to come!
Most people at the front hall were mostly leaders or representatives from the various factions. Some were from families with over a thousand years of heritage, some were new factions that emerged in the recent centuries. Any one of them had power no worse than Sienna, yet they didn’t even have the right to speak to William.
Lin Li scanned his surroundings, and saw some familiar faces who seemed to have given presents to the Tower of Dusk’s pharmacists. Were they here to present Wilkinson with gifts? Lin Li found it rather funny.
On the second floor was a small but lavishly decorated hall. The ceiling sported a delicate magical crystal lamp, while the ground was laid with a lash purple sheep yarn carpet. All those Elven-style decorations could probably only be otherwise found in the underground palace that Osric had built.
There were also some people talking in this hall. There seemed to be more familiar faces here compared to downstairs. The Castellan of Doland City led his son Lasorick to talk with Castellan Arathor of Roland City joyously. That bastard Lasorick kept staring at Arathor’s daughter Yvonne, and didn’t even want to move his eyes an inch. It was better this way. If not, heaven knew what fuss he would throw if he saw Lin Li.