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"Welcome, everyone! I have prepared a few small dishes as a token of my respect," John said, standing outside the tent with a courteous gesture to welcome the four nobles. They were adorned in luxurious golden-threaded garments, accompanied by attendants carrying several boxes.
"You must be the one introduced by Redman Baron. I heard you have healing potions for sale? Can they be exchanged for a Magic Wolf Heart? Is that true?" one of the nobles inquired.
"Yes, indeed! Please come inside the tent," John replied, stepping aside to let them enter.
Once the esteemed guests had walked away, John finally turned his attention back to the heart placed before him and the various boxes of gifts. Although these gifts were not particularly expensive in terms of value, it was undeniable that the givers belonged to an old aristocracy that had weathered the test of time. Their attention to etiquette was impeccable; every detail was handled with precision, leaving one in awe.
The first thing that caught his eye was a collection of vibrant and high-quality fabrics, some soft and smooth like silk, others thick and resilient like canvas. Next came an assortment of peculiar trinkets: intricately carved wooden figurines, exquisite jewelry boxes inlaid with gemstones, and mysterious crystal balls that emitted an enchanting glow—each item was fascinating in its own right. However, the most striking were the gleaming weapons.
In this fantastical world filled with adventure, gifting a well-crafted weapon was quite common. Take the gift John received, for instance; it was a beautifully crafted dagger made of pure silver. Upon closer inspection, he noticed its sleek blade design and the ornate patterns carved into the hilt—truly a masterpiece.
Such a splendid dagger would surely delight his beloved Annie if he were to gift it to her later.
John then called over his Minions and instructed them to carefully organize these items. The precious ones needed to be stored with utmost care, while those that didn't quite suit his taste could be saved for future visits to other nobles as return gifts. After all, in the intricate web of aristocratic socializing, the exchange of gifts had long become a customary tradition.
He had even heard tales of gifts making rounds only to end up back in their original owner's hands—an amusing twist indeed.
Holding the Magic Wolf Heart in his hand, he noted that not only did it lack any foul odor but also carried a unique fragrance, likely due to its magical properties. One heart in particular had a strong scent but was disappointingly small—about the size of half a fist.
Could it be from a Wolverine? John pondered whether Wolverines counted as wolves since they were all part of the canine family.
He instructed everyone to stand fifty meters away from his tent. "I am about to perform Alchemy! All idle folks clear out; do not disturb me unless it's an emergency!"
With that, he closed the tent flaps tightly, ensuring no one could see inside. Only then did he feel a bit more at ease; if anyone were to witness him activating his skill—the Dance of Mysticism—it would be disastrous and utterly embarrassing.
The music began to play.
The heavy beat of the music mixed with the effects of alcohol started to take hold.
The lights spun incessantly, urging one to indulge. The heavy beat of the music called for raised hands. You craved to let loose, and so did they. Damn, how could it be so intoxicating?
The rhythm was hypnotic, the music's pulse overwhelming, and the alcohol was taking effect. Hands moved in a frenzy, bass thumping—no matter if the music stopped, John couldn't halt his dance, taking a long moment to regain his composure.
His consciousness sank deep into his mind as he opened the Template of the Book and pulled out a card.
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