On the fifteenth night of the Dead Leaf Moon, Kay was hiding at home and considering whether to leave Pilsen temporarily. On the east side of the Golden Palace, there is another banquet hall with colored glass imported from the Crimson Federation as the ceiling. There are many artworks on the walls, including sculptures of dwarves, gemstone tapestries of plateau barbarians, and the exquisite body of Kumara, the eagle. A, there are even paintings of Tia elves. This is the Path of Light, a luxurious place in Pilsen second only to the Golden Palace. The builder is Basham Blood Mine. It can be seen from the clan name that this is a dwarf. Bashem took refuge with the first King Essien at the beginning of the founding of the Essien nation and provided him with weapons and prospecting knowledge. He can be said to be one of the founding heroes. Later, after the war was settled, he presided over the construction of the overall layout of Pilsen and the Golden Palace, and he still serves as Essien's Minister of Construction to this day. The lifespan of a dwarf is as long as 400 years, so the emperor has changed seven or eight times, and he is still serving as the minister of construction. More than a hundred years of human social life have left the rude dwarf with the ability to communicate without a teacher. He always remains politically neutral, regardless of unnecessary things. Later, the Path of Light was built and rented out to nobles to hold large banquets, so they didn't have to worry about eating and drinking. And the person who booked the place tonight was Miss Edimose, who came in and was very popular. Basham did not neglect, and even attended in person to dance with her. It has to be said that when the purple skirt flew up, revealing the lace dress underneath, the old dwarf's desire that had been dormant for many years was aroused. But when he looked up and saw eyes as cold as ice, all fire was extinguished. She is obviously smiling, why is she so scary? Bashem excused himself from the banquet because he was old, and looked at the guests a few more times before leaving. As usual, men and women dressed in fine costumes sang, danced and laughed happily. On the dance floor at the banquet, several young couples were dancing fast-paced dance steps. The musicians holding flutes and lutes next to them looked focused and shook their heads. Jugglers were swinging on swings with balls on their heads, waiters were walking through the crowd as if they were on wheels, and children were running around the long self-serve tables, throwing away brioche bread and peach pie. land. There's something wrong. The old dwarf had attended hundreds of banquets and clearly felt it, but could not find the problem. Confused, he closed the door and walked out. Edemus, who proudly returned from the dance floor, went straight to the third floor. There was a platform where she could see everything below, but she could not see the top. At this time, there is a round table and seven chairs surrounding the round table on the platform. One of the chairs already has an owner - a young man in his twenties wearing a bachelor's uniform. "Why don't you come and enjoy the entertainment of lower creatures?" Idemus smiled brightly. "I am not opposed to entertainment, especially music." The young man played the strange musical instrument on his hand, making a sound like the tinkling of spring water. "What is this?" "The national string instrument of the Tiya elves, they call it the Aram. It is different from the ordinary harp. Its scale is changeable and easy to adjust, and the tone is clear and pure." As he said that, he played a The song is a minor tune, and the sound is like a bird flying through the jungle, leaving behind a lively dance. "It's wonderful. I've never heard that you are good at vocal music." Edemus sat down on the main seat. "When lust, food, and wealth no longer stimulate the senses, I need some special hobbies to survive a long life. So if I encounter a poet who plays well while hunting, I usually won't kill him. I hope. Your music is beautiful enough, otherwise" the young man said lightly. Black hair dances without wind. "Death is also a beautiful piece of music." Idemus said with a smile, holding her chin in her hand. A cold voice came from the other end of the platform: "In this case, why don't we all die." The dim light entered from the window, floating without touching the ground. She wore a set of gray and white close-fitting clothes, revealing a rough figure. The patterned sleeves extend from her fingers to her upper arms, the knotted waist outlines her curves, and she wears a white porcelain mask on her face. Only the dark eye sockets were exposed, and a row of diamonds was set in the eyebrows. And the body without clothes was covered with black mist. She arrived in Pilsen three days in advance. It was easy to inquire about Edimus, but she subconsciously felt that this was a trap. She quietly observed and searched for three days, but could not find any spells or enchantments, but she did not feel safe, but the trap was buried deeper. At the same time, the temptation of the magic net also seduced her like a drug. You must know that Shar, the goddess of the night, only modeled Mystra's magic web and experimented for thousands of years before creating the shadow magic web. This imperfect imitation has brought huge profits to Shar. If she could control this magic network and plane After hesitating for a while, she decided to go to the banquet. That golden dragon would definitely not fall out with everyone on the spot. The noisy noise and dazzling lights made her restless. The woman on the round table was the inviter and was undoubtedly related to Jinlong. The other guy should also be invited. Just one glance and you can tell that he is not human. Edemus stood up and said politely:??: "Welcome, shadow people from the darkness, I'm glad you are wearing a party dress and not carrying a machete." "Wear clothes so that you can focus your eyes, visible one." She said proudly. "Please take a seat and enjoy some snacks before the guests arrive." A silver light flashed in Edimose's eyes, and hot lemon tea and fruit cake were placed in front of the guests. "Ha, the person who organized the Magic Network Party is a psychic heretic." Youguang sneered and brushed his palms on the table. The steaming lemon tea instantly froze into an ice lump, and the cake lost its color and turned into gray residue. "My humble reception. If you are in the Shadow Realm, you will see a real banquet." "It sounds like you are very powerful there." "Of course, every shadow citizen is the lord of the Shadow Realm. I have a The entire harem." Youguang said, "The handsome men from humans, halflings, elves, and heavenly tribes are all my princesses. At the banquet, the giant insect night shadow and the flying wing night shadow danced for them, and hundreds of illusionists took pictures. Use all your means to make me smile, and the Church of the Night Goddess will also send you a gift, and my throne is carved from a whole black dragon spine" "Ding!" Aranqin made a discordant sound, and the light flashed. Like facing a formidable enemy. "Only the poor show off their wealth, and the cowardly show off their wealth." The black-haired young man's eyes were cold, and the mist scattered around the shadow body seemed to be swept by a hurricane, flying behind her. Idymose smiled even more joyfully: "This is Mr. Dogothos from the North of Faer?n." The name of Dragon Lich made Yan Lan freeze for a moment, and Youguang immediately snorted guiltily. , but said nothing after that. The banquet is still going on, the dracolich is studying his musical instrument, the shadowfolk are restless, and the illithid is fanning his velvet fan. The temperature on the platform rose slightly. The three participants raised their heads. Lesatos, the master of the plane magic network, stepped forward. He appeared as a thirty-year-old man with a resolute face, and his long golden hair was more dazzling than the glass chandelier. Instead of wearing a robe, he wore a graceful and elegant cloak with a bright red background and gold accents, which was raised back as he walked. Like a king who rules over the world. "Welcome both of you! Mage Dogothos, Lady Gloomy Light." He also spoke like a king, sitting next to Idymus with a strong voice. The atmosphere returned to a stalemate. Dogothos glanced at him and ignored him. He was so leisurely that he seemed fearless. He stared at Lesatos with his dark eyes, as if he was planning to freeze him with his eyes. Idemus closed her velvet fan and said with a smile: "How interesting!" Several people's attention was attracted, and Idemos continued: "In this boring low-demon plane, so many aliens can actually gather. Spellcasters. Golden dragons, dragon lichs, and shadow people. I'm more interested in the guests who haven't arrived yet. Shouldn't the most active group of mages in the multiverse be humans? " "Isn't it surprising?" Gossos, "There was no magic net in Saraf before. It is difficult for human mages with insufficient level to cast spells stably in the raw magic power, and races with high natural magic power are more suitable. So the rare race sitting at this table is not accidental, but "It's inevitable." "So, the next guest is not a human being?" "It's very likely. What will he or she be, the Spell Weaver?" ? Or the Heavenly Clan" The answer was revealed immediately. The fifth participant walked over with strange steps. The organizer's smile moved closer to the dangerous realm. She said coldly: "You are very rude." The accuser is not flesh and blood, but a dull, hard skeleton—he or she has sent a golem. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster! PS: Upload the pictures of the movie people. I have been busy visiting relatives these two days, so the update is not stable, sorry for that.