I am a mage, with an infinite mana bar!

The ballroom on the first floor.

Lynn's footwork was a little rusty, but after a short period of adjustment and with Eli's good guidance, the two gradually became more and more in sync.

Fortunately, the original owner knew a little about dancing. In Asia, dancing is a popular form of entertainment, and dance parties are often held even in the countryside at night.

The ball was nothing like the banquets of the nobles, but it was still full of rustic charm.

However, Lynn now has an additional layer of pressure on her shoulders.

From the moment they walked hand in hand into the ballroom, the burning gazes of the men and the whispering murmurs of the women were all focused on him.

Wasn't I trying to keep a low profile as much as possible?

Lynn asked himself honestly, and he felt that this was a mistake he made in a moment of impulse.

After tonight, Lynn Lowell's name will probably be known throughout the entire social circle of Roan.

He looked up and inadvertently saw Elena Frey upstairs, leaning on the escalator with her arms as a pillow, watching the two of them with great interest.

"Lynn, are you really sure you want to join my team?"

This not only means that the two of them will participate in the selection ceremony together, but also that in Roan City, Lynn Lowell's name will be closely linked with Eli Frey, which will draw a clear line between him and the other three heirs and the forces behind them.

Lynn smiled and shrugged. "Miss Eli, do I really have a choice right now?"

Eli lowered his eyelashes, remained silent for a moment, and said softly, "Well then, I think I should take you to meet my father."

Suddenly, Lynn's dance steps came to a halt, and she almost tripped over Eli's foot.

He quickly composed himself, maintained his composure, and asked uncertainly, "Is it time for me to go with you to see Count Frey?"

Lynn felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of Lawrence Freyner's statue-like, serious expression.

That count was clearly not an easy person to get along with.

Eli nodded slightly. "Yes, that's what he requested."

She gritted her teeth, looking somewhat dissatisfied. "I think he doesn't trust my judgment in choosing partners."

Lynn immediately thought of their first meeting, which was because Eli hired Gray as his guide...

That's understandable.

After a somewhat clumsy dance, Elena returned to the dance floor, immediately drawing most of the attention. The two then took the opportunity to quietly leave the ballroom.

As Eli walked along the second-floor corridor deeper into the mansion, he explained softly:

"Lynn, don't worry, my father is actually much easier to talk to than he seems. It's just that he is deeply influenced by my grandfather and attaches great importance to magic."

She turned to Lynn and smiled, "However, I think with your talent, you'll easily gain his approval."

As they passed a garden balcony, Lynn suddenly stopped. Eli followed his gaze and his expression froze instantly.

Outside the corridor door, through layers of precious flowers and leaves, she saw her friend Charlotte, dressed in a moon-white long dress.

Opposite her was a handsome young man with dark curly hair and a pale face; the two were talking face to face.

"This is……"

Her eyes darted around, and curiosity quickly overcame her eagerness to see her father. She quietly crouched by the wall and began to eavesdrop.

He also helped Lynn out of the way, preventing him from being discovered by the two people outside.

Lynn chuckled, but he was also curious about what Carlisle would say to Charlotte, whom he longed for.

"Miss Charlotte, have you received my letter?"

Carlisle asked hesitantly, looking quite uneasy, which greatly diminished his imposing presence, especially when facing the aloof and upright Charlotte, making him feel inferior for no reason.

"Hmm," Charlotte replied briefly.

Her azure eyes swept over the man in front of her, not quite understanding why he had suddenly invited her here.

As far as she could remember, she was not familiar with this Mr. Carlisle Reid, only having met him a few times when she accompanied Eli to some social events.

Carlyle became even more nervous. He swallowed hard, struggling to organize his thoughts, and it took him a long time to finally manage to utter a broken sentence.

"What...what do you think? Please tell me anything you have...any thoughts..."

Eli, who had been secretly observing from the sidelines, also noticed the strange atmosphere, but she was quite puzzled by Carlisle's behavior:

"Is this person confessing his feelings to Charlotte? Does he usually talk like this?"

Lynn shook his head with a hint of disappointment, thinking to himself:

"This kid is usually so arrogant, how come he can't even speak properly now?"

On the balcony, Charlotte seemed to think very seriously for a while before shaking her head and answering with a puzzled look:

"To be honest, I didn't understand... Wasn't that a poem about the moon?"

Seeing that Carlisle's expression suddenly became unsteady, she quickly tried to comfort him:

"Well, actually, your poem is quite ornate, but I'm not really into studying poetry..."

Lynn rubbed his temples, unable to bear watching any longer, and said to Eli:

"Let's hurry, isn't your father still waiting for you?"

Eli also realized that the exchange was doomed to fail; she was just curious.

After all, his friend Charlotte was always very cold to people, but much more enthusiastic about animals.

Perhaps only beastmen, or certain spellcasters with the ability to transform, can win her favor...

Thinking this, Eli left the wall and led Lynn around a section of the corridor.

Finally, they arrived at a large doorway covered with a scarlet carpet.

There was no one guarding the door. Eli knocked lightly, and before he could finish speaking, a deep voice came from inside: "Come in."

Eli gently pushed open the door, opening it just wide enough for one person to enter, and then the two of them went in one after the other.

The room wasn't large, but it was neatly arranged, with a predominantly wood-toned color scheme and wooden bookshelves crammed with books against the walls.

It looks more like an old-fashioned library.

The air was filled with a faint sandalwood scent.

Lynn maintained the proper etiquette of a guest, not looking around, but quietly watching Count Frey, who was sitting behind the central desk.

Count Frey was still wearing that jet-black suit, a style somewhere between formal and casual, with straight lines and no embellishment, almost as if it were something he was born to wear.

Behind him was a huge flag embroidered with a turquoise demon eagle pattern.

When the city lord saw that it was his daughter visiting, he nodded to them with a gentle expression, and then continued to whisper something to the person standing next to him.

Lynn's gaze sharpened. The man was a lean, bronze-skinned fellow dressed in linen clothes, and looked quite ordinary.

But when that person happened to look up and make eye contact with Lynn, he instantly felt an extremely strong sense of oppression contained in that gaze.

"This is an elite-level warrior..." Lynn suddenly had this thought.