Berger City.
This quiet town has become a bit lively recently.
Some rare and gorgeously decorated carriages arrived from afar and drove into the Albiore Manor one after another. Although ordinary townspeople did not recognize the coat of arms on them, the meaning behind each coat of arms was unknown. The family is well-known in the wizarding world.
People vaguely guessed something, and only a few people understood that an ordinary wedding would not attract so many mages.
Anweina's mother stopped what she was doing and looked thoughtfully at the manor in the distance, stained with blood in the sunset.
And in the manor, the servants have never been so busy.
They had been told in advance that the guests were from the same pure-blood family as the Albiore family and must be treated with the highest etiquette. Every servant was tense. In the past, when serving the Albiore family If you make a small mistake, you will only be punished at most. Now, if you disgrace the Albiore family in front of guests, a more terrifying end may be waiting for these servants.
In a side hall in a corner of the manor, several young people were talking.
They sat in a relaxed posture and enjoyed the fruits at hand. The boys, headed by Edward, held pipes and smoked, making the girls frown slightly.
"This stuff is so exciting, Cologne, where did you get it?"
asked a short, stout man, his eyes gleaming as he took a long drag from his briar pipe.
"Hmph, this is a secret."
At this time, Cologne became the core figure among the boys. The little red powder he brought was very popular. The unprecedented stimulation made the boys addicted to it. He also went from being a useless person who could not use magic to becoming a popular person in one fell swoop. object.
"But then again, isn't Edward's new wife a fornicating bastard? Why did she invite us to the wedding?"
Another tall and thin man blew out a smoke ring and said faintly. When he mentioned "bastard", several people expressed disgust, as if they were going to vomit after hearing the word.
"The wedding is just an excuse. I heard from my father that this time is actually to discuss some matters between pure-blood factions. Otherwise, how could it be possible that the heads of every family are here."
The short and fat man said mysteriously, as if he had some important information.
"That's true. Recently, the mages have completely lost their respect for blood, and even think that our families are old immortals who are behind the times!!!"
The tall and thin man suddenly became a little excited. His eyes widened. It was obvious that he had become paranoid and emotional due to the influence of certain substances in tobacco.
"We must defend the honor of pure blood and unite to put pressure on the Magic Association."
He stood up, his hand holding the pipe shaking.
The words of the tall and thin man made the girls on the other side who were exchanging ideas on clothes and makeup frown. They didn't care about these things. As long as they could maintain the status quo, it would be perfect. There was no need to pursue those illusory reputations in their eyes.
"You're talking about those things again. Cedric obviously doesn't even dare to say anything at home."
Said a girl, her appearance was sharp and mean, she looked similar to the tall and thin man, she must be his wife.
"Don't mind those guys, Ella, I saw a skirt before..."
... ...
While the juniors of pure-blood families were gathering and chatting, in a large conference room in Albiore Manor, twenty-seven mages were sitting around a round table. In the middle of the round table, a flame burned quietly. , illuminating the slightly dark interior.
"Albiore, I have heard that you had a conflict with the closely watched Reiner Ingle. This action is too big. We should not attract the attention of the Magic Association and high-level mages. "
A bald middle-aged man said, his fingers with several rings on them slowly tapped the table, as if as a warning.
"Francois, I thought you would be more knowledgeable, but now, even if the heir of the family has been deposed, you don't dare to trouble him. You are really incompetent."
William Albiore was tit for tat. He originally had a good relationship with the Francois family, but when he saw the other party's cowardly behavior, he couldn't help but ridicule him.
"Everyone, our twenty-seven pure-blood families should unite at this time instead of fighting for their own interests."
An old man said. He had six gold rims on his sleeves and was the highest ranked among all the people present.
"Grindelwald, you put it lightly. It's not because your family has benefited from taking refuge with those mages that you want other families to stay out of trouble. You are a pure-blood traitor."
Sitting opposite him, a burly man with a beard sneered, making Greenwald's face turn pale.
The discussion continued, and it became clear that even among the Purebloods, there were different factions.
Among them, the moderates headed by Greenwald advocate integrating into modern magical society and communicating more with magic associations to obtain opportunities to improve their own bloodline.
In the view of these pure-blood factions, it is acceptable to make some sacrifices in order to maintain the family's survival. As long as the bloodline continues, nothing else matters.
The other faction, the radical faction, headed by the Joestar family, hopes to gain more power and status from the Magic Association. They try to use their status as a pure-blood faction to put pressure on ordinary mages. Showing a arrogant attitude, they recalled the glory of bloodline mages in the past, especially the supreme status of mages during the ancient magic empire.
There is another group, represented by the Baggins family. They do not want to have too many negotiations with the Magic Association. They advocate leaving the main material plane and developing in a large number of demiplanes, in places far away from the main plane. , the pure-blood faction can get more permissions, which is an escapist faction to a certain extent.
Apart from these three factions, there are several other families who have no obvious tendencies and have become targets of wooing. Their agenda was originally how to make the pure-blood faction stronger, but later on, it gradually turned into quarrels and mutual attacks, which was very disturbing. Feeling tired.
Large-scale gatherings of pure-blood factions can easily attract the attention of the Magic Association, so they use this excuse to attend weddings and hold private meetings, but each time they fail to reach a consensus.
The debate lasted the whole afternoon, and it was not until evening that everyone fell into silence. As the host, William Albiore slowly stood up.
"Everyone, it's getting late. How about we go have dinner first?"
Although it is just a cover, tomorrow's wedding ceremony must still be carried out normally, and William does not want anything to go wrong.