563: Hongmen Banquet? Just a small event

Chapter 562: Hongmen Banquet? Just a Small Scene

At seven in the evening, Dick Grudia arrived at the entrance of a restaurant in the Royal District of Suweier Imperial Capital in a military Magical Vehicle.

"Dick, I don't know what mother will do, but I will try my best to help!"

As she said this, Afra also felt uncertain, after all, Archbishop Ola had brought a group of family elders with her this time.

As a junior, Afra was actually very limited in her ability to help, and most of the crises would have to be resolved by Dick Grudia himself.

"Don't worry..."

Dick Grudia slowly opened the car door, stepped out first, and then gently extended his hand towards Afra, "I will handle everything."

Afra was still a little worried, but at this point, she could only choose to trust Dick Grudia and took his hand to get out of the car.

Entering the restaurant and passing through the lobby, Dick Grudia and Afra quickly arrived at a large private room.

The room was filled with various floral scents, each unique and refreshing, completely overpowering the original smell of wine and food, as if one were in a vibrant spring garden.

Clearly, there were many Flower Elves here!

This was indeed the case; as Dick Grudia looked around, all he saw were handsome men and beautiful women with extremely high appearances, all with pink hair.

After a brief scan of their identity information, Dick Grudia found that most of the Flower Elves were Healers, but it would be a grave mistake to underestimate their combat power based on this.

Through the Blacksmith's talent 'Magic Item Identification', Dick Grudia easily found a large number of top-tier Magic Items!

Earrings, necklaces, bracelets... almost all were High-Rank Magic Items or above, covering various uses, making each of these Flower Elves like a walking treasure trove.

In addition, none of the attendants beside them were pushovers; half of them were professionals above Level 80, and their identity information was incredibly impressive.

As soon as the two entered, the private room immediately fell silent, and various gazes were cast upon them, most of them focused on Dick Grudia.

Afra was a future board member, already receiving much attention, while Dick Grudia, as the Fated One, had long caused a stir among the higher-ups of the Didalian Family!

Although no one whispered due to their upper-class upbringing, their disdainful looks said it all.

At this moment, if it were a typical 19-year-old boy, he would likely easily get stage fright.

But Dick Grudia was neither humble nor arrogant; he directly bowed to Archbishop Ola, who was sitting in the main seat, and introduced himself to everyone present.

With a hundred lifetimes of experience, what kind of scene hadn't Dick Grudia seen?

He still remembered one lifetime where the nine Heroes gathered, and tens of thousands of the world's strongest experts met in one place to discuss how to resist the corrupted Isurna...

Compared to that time, today's banquet was simply a small scene.

As for the "Banquet's Big Boss," Archbishop Ola, Dick Grudia had even met Lords, so would he be afraid of her?

However, it must be said that Ola's appearance was on par with Afra's, but she was slightly more captivating due to a charming aura.

There was no helping it; in a situation of equal strength, a mature woman always surpassed an inexperienced young girl.

"Dick Grudia, are you the Fated One that Afra firmly believes in?"

A male Flower Elf with a middle-parted hairstyle was the first to speak, his tone carrying a hint of contempt, but more so, it was a test.

It is worth mentioning that he used another world common language, which was not popular on the Demon Spirit Continent.

The world was vast and boundless, and the nine continents, due to their differing cultures, customs, and living species, found it difficult to achieve a unified language.

However, over millions of years of development and change, some common languages had still emerged.

For example, the Demon Spirit Continent, Atlanta Continent, and Eastern Germany Continent shared a common language because of their close geographical proximity and more frequent cultural exchange.

The distant Newman Continent, on the other hand, used another common language with the neighboring Saint Ander Continent.

In terms of grammatical habits, the two common languages were vastly different; without long-term study, ordinary Demon Spirit people could not possibly master them.

Clearly, this male Flower Elf was trying to trip Dick Grudia up, hoping to make him look foolish and deliver an initial blow.

Afra, on the side, inwardly thought things were not good and was about to transmit a message to Dick Grudia to translate, but she found that a magic-prohibiting formation had been set up in the private room.

Just as Afra was about to remind him quietly, Dick Grudia spoke.

"What Senior said is correct, but I always feel that the Fated One of the Flower Elf should only be established after careful consideration. Such an honor truly makes me feel overwhelmed..."

Afra's face showed surprise; it was the first time she knew that Dick Grudia actually knew the common language of the Newman Continent, and so fluently at that.

"Hmm, you're right. Afra is still young and prone to impulsive actions. As elders, we naturally should..."

Dick Grudia's calm response made the male Elf who had just challenged him nod slightly. After an objective evaluation, he said no more.

After several more flawless exchanges, most of the Flower Elves present had significantly changed their opinion of Dick Grudia, putting away their initial contempt.

The Didalian Family's tradition was, after all, to gather talented individuals, so they subconsciously showed goodwill towards talented people they had a good impression of.

However, if the Flower Elves knew that Dick Grudia had taken Afra's first kiss...

It was likely that the private room would immediately become filled with righteous indignation and cries for violence!

Almost every Flower Elf present was an elder of Afra's, having watched her grow up since childhood and caring for her dearly.

Some Flower Elves had no children and treated Afra as their own daughter, absolutely unable to tolerate their 'little cotton-padded jacket' being ruined by some random guy.

It was precisely because she knew this that Archbishop Ola chose to keep it a secret for now, to prevent the situation from getting out of control.

"The lifespan of the Human race is so short, like a dream for Elves. You are Level 35 at nineteen, which is only barely passing among the foreign race prodigies on the Newman Continent..."

Archbishop Ola's red lips parted slightly, her tone authoritative and slightly lazy. She got straight to the point, judging him directly, attempting to fundamentally dismantle Dick Grudia's confidence.

As the saying goes, "Ignorance is bliss."

Archbishop Ola guessed that the reason Dick Grudia acted neither humble nor arrogant was likely because he didn't understand the world's situation and didn't know what a top-tier prodigy was.

Living on the backward and barren Demon Spirit Continent, it was easy to have a limited perspective, with a narrow view, thinking one's talent was unparalleled in the world, when in reality, one had only just entered the threshold.

Dick Grudia showed humility, patiently listening to Archbishop Ola's words, not uttering a sound from beginning to end.

Archbishop Ola's eyes showed a hint of disappointment; she had held a tiny bit of hope that perhaps Dick Grudia was a super prodigy comparable to Isurna.

Meanwhile, Afra's delicate brows furrowed, and she tried to interrupt Archbishop Ola several times, but was stopped by Dick Grudia each time.

Seeing this, the other Flower Elves couldn't help but shake their heads, feeling that Dick Grudia was not worthy of the identity of Afra's Fated One.

Level 35 at nineteen was indeed top-tier on the Demon Spirit Continent, but it seemed unremarkable when viewed globally.

"I believe my words have touched your soul. I won't say anything more. Give up on next week's assessment."

This was actually for Dick Grudia's sake, because a Level 35 at nineteen... would likely die in Archbishop Ola's strict assessment.

At this moment, all eyes in the room were focused on Dick Grudia. Everyone except Afra believed that Dick Grudia would retreat in the face of difficulty.

"Respected Archbishop Ola, please forgive my bluntness, but your information is outdated. Level 35 was my physical test result from last week."

Dick Grudia's words were rather amusing. Even if he had leveled up once more, wouldn't he only be Level 36 at nineteen?

He was just arguing for the sake of arguing. It seemed not only was his strength not great, but his character was also disappointing.

"Put away your pathetic self-esteem. Even if you gain one more level..."

"I am already Level 56, Archbishop Ola."

Dick Grudia's expression was calm, as if he were saying something commonplace, "Compared to last week, I've increased by a full 21 levels."