Abe the Wizard

The other type was those down and out nobles. They were the ones who had a powerful ancestry, but this power slowly faded away throughout time. Still, the name of their family remained, and they could at least find a suit for a banquet from their family’s wardrobe.

These few nobles in front of Abel might very well belong to this camp of down and out nobles, which why they were put in such an unnoticeable corner.

Abel looked up and down at the few nobles, and the few nobles looked back at him. Abel was wearing the most trendy suit. It looked expensive at first sight. Maybe it was even made by a master. Why was he here?

A young noble elf with a baron badge stood up and greeted Abel. “Let me introduce. I’m Baron Carly; this is Lord Ferdaisy and Lord Bayinsy. We welcome you to sit here and come chat with us!”

“Hello everyone, I’m Lord Bennett. I got lucky and got in here!” Said Abel with a bow. He only had his Lord badge in front of him. His Master Alchemist badge was put away in his portal bag since wearing that would be showing off too much.

Upon hearing Abel’s world Baron Carly laughed and also began mocked himself “Ain’t we all? I got in here because of my ancestor’s luck!”

“Same same. No way we could enter Prince Adolf’s banquet with our own ability. Although all of our ancestors had faded away, their name they leftover was still enough for us to eat until the day we die.” Said Lord Ferdaisy carelessly, while Baron Carly nodded with a smile by the side.

Baron Carly then stared at Abel’s suit with shameless admiration and said, “Lord Bennett, you got quite a suit there. The material and craftsmanship are very nice. Which master’s work is it?”

By this point, Abel was already sitting on a side chair. However, his suit did not change shape. Instead, it got even more skin-tight, fully showing off his body’s slim figure.

“Baron Carly, my friend gave me this suit before the banquet to avoid embarrassing myself!” Said Abel with a smile as he lifted a crystal glass and poured some wine into it.

“Why can’t I have friends like this!” Lord Ferdaisy mumbled.

“Maybe you had scared them all away with your debt” Baron Carly said in a mocking tone

Abel was a little jealous as he stared at these 3 noble elves. Their closeness reminded him of Camille and Carlos. If Abel was still in the human world, he would most likely also be talking to them like this.

Abel held the crystal glass up to his face, but the moment he gave it a little sniff, he put it down immediately. He had become extremely picky these days, and he could barely even take a sip of normal wines.

As Abel was caught up by his thoughts just then, he had a habit of placing his hand on his portal bag. Just when he wanted to take his homemade wine out, he realized he was not at home. Drinking outside wine in a banquet was very disrespectful.

Even though Abel had stopped, his gesture still managed to get those 3 nobles’ attention on his portal bag. Their family had faded, but not their eyesight.

“Lord Bennett, are you a Druid?” Said Baron Carly in admiration.

“I’m only level 3. I’m not gifted enough!” Said Abel with a nod. He wasn’t planning to hide his occupation. It was obvious anyway since he had a portal bag.

All of a sudden, those nobles no longer had the urge to speak to each other. Instead, they exchanged gaze, and each quietly took a sip of their wine.

Abel couldn’t help but sigh. Elves were just like humans; status was ignorable. At first, he thought he

Both noble human and noble elves had a similar heritage. They could only interact with people of similar status. Once the gap was too big, they wouldn’t know how to react.

Abel’s suit and portal bag exposed his extraordinary status. Although he tried his best to sound humble, those noble elves were not normal elves. Ever since they were young, they knew the importance of suits, and how rare it was to have a portal bag as a level 3 Druid.

Abel lifted his wine glass, bowed to the 3 noble elves, and went off to seat another empty table.

“Can’t you see? He said he’s a Lord but just looked at how arrogant his bow was. I bet he’s the child of some large noble,” Said Lord Ferdaisy, glancing at Abel as he was walking away.

As Abel was sitting by a corner with his wine glass thinking about his alchemy formulas, almost all the guests had arrived. Suddenly, a voice came from outside.

“The prestigious Countess Carrie had arrived!”

Other than Prince Adolf, the second most prestigious person attending the banquet was Countess Carrie. Therefore upon hearing her name, all the guests in the hall stood up, gently clapping their hands to welcome her.

As Abel stood up along with all the elves, he saw Countess Carrie in a purple shoulder showing dress. On her exposed neck, there was a shining gem installed onto a traditional-looking necklace, making her look graceful and elegant.

The Grand Ducal palace’s steward Derek was following behind. He was wearing a full black suit, and he made sure that he was always half a step behind, so he could show their difference in status.

Countess Carrie gazed around at the nobles and slightly bowed to show that she was thankful for their warm welcome. The claps slowly faded, Countess Carrie ignored the nobles and continued to gaze around the hall. Finally, she found an empty spot and took a seat. It was only after she had sat down, a few other prestigious female elves had also come by and sat down next to her.

Every elf here today was a youngster with high status. Especially those elves who self-proclaimed their power and ability to date Countess Carrie. They were all dumbstruck all of a sudden. Countess Carrie would rarely appear in public events like this.

As all the gaze was focused on Countess Carrie, steward Derek had finally arrived by Abel’s side.

Derek had organized countess banquets in the past. He knew exactly what Abel’s spot signified, so he asked in confusion, “Lord Bennett, why are you sitting here?”

“Take a seat, Derek, the view is nice here. You can see the entire hall,” said Abel with a hehe.

Derek helplessly stared at Abel. He knew Abel didn’t want to attract too much attention, and a Druid wouldn’t want to attend a banquet like this. However, Grand Duke Edwina had asked him to personally assist Abel and explain some status of noble to him.

Derek’s arrival made everyone in this corner quite down. As Derek gently sat down, Baron Carly, Lord Ferdaisy, and Lord Bayinsy had all become totally speechless. They knew if they were a little bit more friendly just then, perhaps their destiny would be completely changed.

“The prestigious Prince Adolf has arrived!”

As the grand call filled the hall, enthusiastic claps arose among the guests. An elf in a fully white suit wearing a gold flake crown, accompanied by 2 elf warriors in silvery-white armor, entered the hall.

“Prince Adolf is a level 7 Druid. He’s the only son of Grand Duke Francisco Doyle. His name is not bad!” Derek explained by the side of Abel.

By this point, Prince Adolf was waving his hand around with a smile. It seemed like the entire atmosphere in the hall had been lifted by him. He had become the center of attention. All the noble elves were touched by his smile. They all felt like this smile directed towards themselves. It just seemed so genuine and friendly.