I am a mage, with an infinite mana bar!

"Have we offended... Her Majesty the Queen?" Lynn stopped raising his glass.

He pictured Luke's frivolous and dissolute true self in the Demon Tongue Restaurant.

Queen Galadriel of Assassin, said to be an elf, is of unknown age, but always appears as beautiful as a young woman.

Lynn suddenly had a bad idea.

But he quickly dismissed the idea; if Luke were truly audacious enough to harass Her Majesty the Queen, his head would not still be hanging on his neck.

Afterwards, the two chatted casually for a while about magical research and the customs of Luoan City.

The banquet hall became sparsely populated, with most people heading down to the lively ballroom.

Lynn followed Barton to the second-floor railing of the ballroom, where they drank and chatted while watching the people below revel in their revelry.

He noticed Eli's sister, a woman named Elena Frey, as Barton had described, was in the center of the crowd.

She was a sophisticated and elegant mature lady, wearing a rose gold dress that was both beautiful and graceful, with her long, black hair cascading down in waves.

"Mr. Barton, what do you know about Ms. Elena Frey?"

Barton also looked at the dazzling Elena in the arena and pondered, "I don't know much about her. When I was tutoring Eli, this noble lady was already a star in the social circles of Roan City. I didn't have much interaction with her."

"However, I know that she is exceptionally talented in mental magic, which is why she is even more beloved by those young people."

He smiled knowingly and said, "You should understand, some mental magic is even more addictive than Raman grass..."

"So that's how it is," Lynn's eyes widened slightly. He finally understood why mental magic was so popular among the nobles.

Not long after, as a young woman entered the ballroom, a ripple suddenly appeared in the crowd.

"Look, the singer is here!"

"Our beloved lark, please perform a song for us to liven things up!"

Lynn looked closely and discovered that the person being watched and argued by the group was actually the woman who had just sat at the same table as him.

She wore a strapless dress, revealing a glimpse of her fair and voluptuous figure. She held a small fan woven from peacock feathers to her mouth and gently patted it.

Her charming eyes shone, her smile was full of alluring tenderness, and her swaying waist and curvaceous figure captivated the gazes of the men around her.

"And who is this?" Lynn asked Barton.

The old man glanced in the direction the woman was standing and suddenly realized:

"Oh, this is Ms. Becky, a famous singer in Luoan City. I often hear her beautiful singing in the theater."

"Becky?"

Lynn suddenly realized that this was the woman Eli had mentioned, the one who had been publicly confessed to by Gray and even made it into the "Luan Daily News".

He swirled the wine in his glass, watching the shimmering liquid illuminated by the light, and casually asked Barton, "Mr. Barton, what information have you gotten from the interrogation of Gray?"

Barton was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Lynn to suddenly bring it up, and sighed:

"There's nothing there. That guy's lost his mind. But maybe the Blue Tower in Luo'an City still has a way..."

The sudden change of topic caused the two to fall silent.

Lynn recalled how Gray had described his wish to the Adventurers' Guild: to clear his name of suspicion related to his orc identity through volunteer work, thereby gaining the opportunity to purchase property in Roan City and prepare for his future marriage.

And the person he married should be this Ms. Becky.

Barton was unaware of this "news"; he was simply thinking about the corruption of the cult and frowned somewhat.

Their thoughts were interrupted by the singing coming from the stage below.

That was a truly dreamlike singing voice.

At first listen, the singing sounded as ordinary as a typical court aria.

The undulating and melodious tone was sometimes stretched and lengthened like a thin thread until the sound was almost so thin that it broke.

Then it rose rapidly in waves, like a tide, one wave higher than the next.

But beyond her skillful singing technique, Becky's voice also possesses a special charm.

Even Lynn, who is usually sober, was momentarily lost in the song, as if she were completely absorbed in it.

When the song ended, thunderous applause erupted.

Patton clapped his hands with admiration and praised Lynn:

"What a fantastic singer!"

He glanced at Lynn and asked with a smile, "Lynn, do you find her singing voice extremely captivating, making one's heart flutter?"

Lynn's heart skipped a beat. "You mean, she infused magic into her singing? Is this the effect of mental magic?"

Barton shook his head and corrected him, "It is indeed related to mental magic, but its essence is a special application of magical language."

"As you know, magical language is the key to casting spells; it helps the caster establish magical laws and guide magical power."

"Whether it's sound, text, patterns, or spells, they are all forms of magical language, and they can be converted into one another depending on the situation."

"In the oldest times, people accidentally discovered that special combinations of sounds could bring about miracles, and they continued to record this phenomenon. This was the prototype of magic and magic books."

Lynn seemed thoughtful. "So, singing is the oldest form of magic?"

Barton's eyes immediately lit up as he looked at Lynn, nodding repeatedly. "That's right, your summary is spot on. That's exactly what I wanted to explain to you."

No wonder Becky is so popular with so many nobles; it turns out she has such a special ability.

Lynn's mind wandered as he thought, "So, according to Old Man Barton, if those who are good at chanting magic are singers, then those who like to record magical language in the form of words and pictures must be calligraphers and painters, right?"

The spellcaster is truly multi-talented...

On stage, Becky had finished singing; this method of chanting magic was clearly extremely mentally taxing.

She appeared to be panting, her face flushed, and tiny beads of sweat glistened on her fair forehead.

"Oh dear, this lady looks pregnant."

As Becky bowed to take her final bow in their direction, old man Barton suddenly spoke.

Lynn glanced at Becky, noticing nothing amiss, and joked, "I didn't know you were knowledgeable about gynecology!"

The old man chuckled and said, "When I was younger, I had a wide range of interests. To be honest, I delivered my own daughter..."

As he was speaking, his expression suddenly darkened, and his voice abruptly stopped.

Lynn sensed something was wrong and quickly changed the subject, saying, "Mr. Barton, speaking of which, what are your thoughts on the Frey family's selection ceremony?"

The two gradually started talking about this topic, but both seemed somewhat distracted.

Lynn felt a pang of sadness; it was the first time he had ever heard the old man talk about his family.