Synthetic Wizard-Chapter 110 - 96: Whose Prestige

Flash City.

The city is bustling to the extreme today.

The streets are festively decorated, crowded with people bustling around.

Both sides of the street are draped with banners bearing the golden flame emblem, the mark of the Flashing Clan.

In the distant square, tables set up for placing beer barrels and food are ready for people to help themselves.

The entire city is now filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Inside the carriage, Mu Zhuo lifted the curtain, eagerly observing the street scenes and crowds.

"Flash City is much more prosperous than before."

Ota, sitting opposite, nodded and said, "After all, Flash City is now the center of the Golden Rock Province."

After defeating Marquis Golden Rock, Marquis Kei designated Flash City as the provincial center, with the lord’s mansion still following the original Baron’s Mansion layout, although expanded.

The present Flash City has become the political and economic hub of the entire Golden Rock Province, naturally becoming more prosperous by the day.

"President, I heard that Grand Duke Stardust and the other five marquises have sent envoys to congratulate, is it true?" Ota asked curiously.

Mu Zhuo smiled and said, "Of course it’s true, for a grand Marquis Flash, he still commands quite some respect."

"That’s indeed a grand occasion."

The carriage had already arrived at the lord’s mansion.

The space in front of the mansion is filled with various luxurious carriages, with numerous aristocratic emblems on the exterior walls.

There are at least two or three hundred.

Ota even saw several very familiar aristocratic emblems, which are clearly from Thorn Flower Duchy!

"Even nobles from our duchy have come... Marquis Flash truly commands great respect!"

Mu Zhuo said interestingly, "Great respect indeed; however, it may not entirely be Marquis Flash’s own respect."

Ota was slightly startled and then showed a thoughtful expression.

They handed the gifts to the servant by the door, then presented their invitations, went through a simple inspection, and entered the mansion, guided by a servant toward the hall.

From quite a distance away, they heard laughter and cheerful voices coming from the hall.

In the bright and spacious hall, neatly arranged tables covered with white cloth were placed, laden with diverse foods and wines.

Many well-dressed men and women, exuding an air of privileged ease, gathered in twos and threes, holding wine glasses, and engaging in elegant chats.

Mu Zhuo scanned around and recognized many familiar faces.

They are all influential figures, rarely seen by ordinary people, and many of them are Viscounts or even Counts.

Yet these figures, who stand high in the eyes of common people, now gather in the hall, eagerly awaiting the host’s arrival.

Mu Zhuo inwardly chuckled then noticed keenly two small groups attracting quite some attention.

The first group was a bunch of middle-aged men located in the middle-right of the hall.

Compared to other nobles present, this group had less elegance in their demeanor, possessing more vigor, and had a distinctive resolute military aura.

Undoubtedly, these people are the military nobles recently promoted by Marquis Kei.

These individuals have risen recently, finding it hard to integrate with the old aristocracy from outside, thus forming their own group, chatting together.

Mu Zhuo surveyed around and sure enough found a few familiar faces among them—Viscount Brad, Baron Jordon, and Baron Stali.

Due to often personally leading trade caravans to Flash City, he was quite familiar with these three.

Another group consisted of a bunch of teenagers.

Their youthful and tender faces stood out conspicuously among the adult crowd.

However, no one dared to underestimate these youngsters, and many were discreetly observing them.

After all, these young people were students of that one.

Some nobles approached smilingly to join their conversation, only to return soon looking quite defeated, apparently not succeeding.

Mu Zhuo scanned again but didn’t find Sunan’s figure.

Thinking that Sunan wouldn’t appear at this occasion, he didn’t dwell on it further, signaling a passing servant to stop, taking a glass of wine from the tray the servant was holding, then squeezing out a smile and headed towards the nearest few nobles.

As for Ota, he was arranged in another hall where all the guards brought by the nobles were located.

"A boring banquet."

Cole frowned as he looked at the hall filled with cheerful laughing nobles, a trace of impatience flashed across his face.

"And a bunch of boring people."

Attila smiled and said, "Don’t say that, this is the lord’s wedding; if the teacher hears you say these things, he’ll surely scold you."

Cole pursed his lips with a light snort, but the impatience in his expression subsided.

He held great respect for his teacher.

In fact, had it not been for the teacher attending the wedding, he would not have appeared here at all.

Spending time attending such boring banquets would be better used learning magic or crafting another Black Rock Leopard.

Sherman standing nearby chuckled quietly, looking at the grand hall and well-dressed nobles, with mixed emotions.

In the past, the only chance he had to access such a high society event was after the banquet ended, joining old Roger to clean up the garbage.

But now, he became one of the invited guests at the banquet, and quite a few nobles sought to curry favor with him.

Thinking back, change and transformation indeed are profound.

"Senior Sherman."

A voice suddenly sounded next to him; Sherman turned to see Ethan, who was a student from the second batch to enter the base.

"I heard the base will soon have a batch of Red-Eyed Ravens, is it true?" Ethan leaned forward curiously asking.