At the center of the banquet.
A seven-circle wizard from the Platinum Steeple clapped his hands and smiled:
"My name is Fors, the Deputy Tower Master of the Platinum Steeple. Welcome to all who have traveled from afar to attend Roger's banquet. It's rare for us to gather like this, so let's enjoy good food, good drinks, and friendly exchanges. With an eighth-circle wizard stationed here, I hope no displeasing incidents will occur."
Levi looked around and saw that there were at least a hundred primordial soul wizards present.
He had been worried that the Council of Ten Thousand Clans might take this opportunity to cause trouble.
But now, it seemed unlikely.
Unless they sent a large force, it was a futile effort.
Moreover, this grand feast might also have been deliberately set by the Wizard Council as bait to catch the bigger fish; there could be powerful beings watching secretly.
During the meal.
