In fact, Loreleija originally planned to let Elquet show up, even if it was just a fleeting appearance, but because of Elquet's current state and the impact it would bring after his appearance, Shinji finally rejected this proposal and instead used Altira's projection with the same or even higher specifications.
In the massacre 14,000 years ago, humanity was almost extinct, and the civilization established by the survivors was lost in the long river of history. To this day, apart from the gods who have entered the inner world and the heroes on the throne of heroes, there are only a handful of people on earth who know the white giant Cephalu. Even the nobles of the clock tower cannot know who the woman in the projection is and where she came from. This mystery undoubtedly meets Shinji's need to confuse people and the unfathomable image of the law department itself.
It is worth mentioning that the projection was approved by Altira himself and was specially processed with magic, which can not only cause a sensation, but also will not cause the glory of "Golden Princess" and "Silver Princess" to be taken away because of the strong presence. After all, Lorelaia just came to say hello, not really ready to tear her face with the other two nobles. Otherwise, Shinji would have directly played the scene of Altira and Elquet tearing each other, "Wandering Star Soldier" against "One of the Originals", a mysterious collision of planetary levels, even if it is a projection, it is enough to drive the inexperienced magicians crazy.
This picture is exciting just thinking about it. This is true art, an explosion, a spiritual explosion.
Ahem, sorry, I got off track.
Because of the mental activity, the projection derived from memory is naturally difficult to maintain and gradually fades away in the ripples of water.
Suddenly, several magicians groaned, "Time, please stop!" Some even prayed that they hoped to die in this way.
Amidst a scene that could be described as a riot of demons, ghosts howling and wolves howling, dry applause rang out.
An old woman in her seventies was clapping her wrinkled hands.
The silver hair was as noble as a wolf. The old woman was wearing a fashionable green dress, her back was straight, and she applauded happily. The cool tone of her voice and her firm attitude made those confused and lost magicians return to normal.
"Lord Baru Yereta."
I don’t know who said that.
With the appearance of this name, "Golden Princess" and "Silver Princess" were once again brought back to the shadow of the balcony by the maid.
"—This is wonderful, Lord Byron."
One sentence stabilized the situation, and one sentence attributed everything to Izeluma's arrangement. Although everyone with a discerning eye knew that there was something wrong, in the home court of Baru Yereta, the lord personally came out to set the tone, and no one would dare to question it. This was enough.
The music started again, changing from jazz to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. This change also represented the change of the rhythm of the banquet.
"You are amazing, you are worthy of being the Lord of Baruyereta. Loreleija and Kenneth are not as good as you in social skills."
"It is not easy to become a lord. In a sense, becoming a lord in old age is more terrifying than becoming a lord at a young age."
It didn't seem right at first, but after thinking about it carefully, I found that what Orange said made a lot of sense. Being successful at a young age, in addition to talent, also has a bonus for future development. Being successful at an age when you should retire can only mean one thing - this old man really has extraordinary skills, this is Lord Baru Yereta.
"If I remember correctly, she seems to be your teacher?"
"Yeah." Orange sighed with a complicated expression, "I don't want to see her for now. Please block her for me. I'll leave for a while."
"Well, I'll come to you after the banquet." Shinji nodded calmly. Since the feast of beauty was over, he and she naturally couldn't be as unscrupulous as before.
Just one minute after Orange left, the old woman who had become the focus of everyone turned around and walked towards Shinji.
"My stupid disciple, was he still here just now?"
She gave a meaningful smile and seemed to be happily shaking her glass of whiskey.
"Lord!" Shinji shuddered and pretended to be trembling, and asked in a low voice, "Are you talking about Miss Cangqi Orange?"
"Who else could it be but her? I see you guys have been chatting for a while, what are you talking about?"
"Um..." Shinji scratched his cheek a little embarrassedly, "Cigarettes... and alcohol."
"Hahahahaha..."
The old man laughed loudly upon hearing the answer, and that laughter made the already eye-catching old man's presence even more prominent.
"You seem to have some of the same qualities as that stupid apprentice..."
The old man sniffed, as if to confirm.
"... Yes, that's right. It's a pretty good tobacco flavor. Cuban cigars? I think they're mixed with special tobacco from South Africa?"
The creative department is full of artists, and the old men from Junlin and Baruyereta are the pinnacle of artists. However, it seems difficult for artists to be separated from things like cigarettes and alcohol that have an anesthetic and stimulating nature.
"Lord, you have a keen eye." Shinji complimented, "Since the professor likes to smoke, I learned a little bit without realizing it."
"What kind of magic eye is this? It's obviously just relying on the nose." The old man waved his hand casually.
"That's the Dharma nose."
"Hahaha." The old man laughed again. "You are an interesting kid. No wonder you can chat with my stupid apprentice. Velvet has accepted a good student."
"It's been a long time since we last met. Lord Baruyereta, I didn't expect you to come."
Waver walked over at the right time, with Lanis standing beside him and Gray following behind him like a shadow. The two girls seemed to be whispering to each other, and I could vaguely hear something about the Department of Creation, Lords, and Twelve People.
"Hey, this is the day of the separation. I have to come no matter how busy I am. There seem to be many unfamiliar faces. Are they all your students? Inole Baruyereta Atolohom. Please give me your guidance."
"Hi~Hi~I am Flat Escaldes, hello, Lord."
Perhaps because the old man looked easy to get along with, Flatt, who was not far away, rushed over.
"Flat, you are being rude."
Sifen, who was several times better than Flat in etiquette, treated the old man's luggage respectfully.
"Sven Gurashet, it's an honor to meet you."
"I am Gravekeeper Grete." The gray girl's hood moved up and down stiffly.
"Levi Ackerman." There is no doubt that this is another disguise of Shinji.
To be fair, among this group of people, only Lanis and Sphinx had standard etiquette, while everyone else had various problems. However, the old man did not care about these and said this with a smile on his face.
"They are all very interesting kids, 'New Age'; very much to my taste. How about it, have you ever considered joining us? Compared with those high-ranking guys, we are undoubtedly much more suitable."