Mythical Creatures Strategy Guide

Chapter 110 A Battle of Beauty and Brilliance

After agreeing on the cave exploration arrangements, Mrs. Mira sincerely invited Chu Sheng and his party to the evening banquet.

According to her, all the nobles and wealthy merchants of Tianma Territory would attend this banquet, which could be considered a formal welcome ceremony to compensate Chu Sheng and his party.

Night falls at the lord's castle.

The Grand Ballroom in the castle is completely different from the Thirteen Wings.

The Thirteen Wings Hall is a private banquet hall used by the lord to receive distinguished guests. It is exquisite and private, suitable for small-scale conversations that are not to be shared with outsiders.

The Twelve-Winged Hall, where tonight's banquet is being held, is one of the largest indoor spaces in the entire Pegasus Territory.

The Twelve-Winged Hall is located on the second floor of the main castle building, occupying an entire floor. The dome is ten meters high, and the arched ceiling is painted with huge murals depicting the twelve most famous battles in the history of Pegasus Territory.

The murals were already somewhat faded, but Chu Sheng felt that this profound sense of history made them even more solemn and gave them a powerful sense of oppression when viewed from below.

Twelve enormous crystal chandeliers hung from the dome, each adorned with over a dozen layers of crystal ornaments and densely packed with candles. The candlelight refracted through the crystals, creating countless beams of light that illuminated the entire hall as bright as day.

On the walls of the hall hung half-length portraits of the Whitehorse family lords throughout history. The portrait closest to Chu Sheng was of Lady Mira's father, the previous lord of Pegasus Territory, a stern-faced middle-aged man in a pure black military uniform, his chest adorned with medals.

Chu Sheng felt as if his deceased future father-in-law was glaring at him, so he quickly apologized in his mind.

I'm sorry, but your daughter is selling herself too expensively.

Further ahead is Lady Mira's grandfather, a legendary lord who is said to have single-handedly slain a seventh-tier monster, a figure renowned even in the heart of the empire. In the portrait, he has one hand on his sword and the other holding the reins of a celestial horse, his expression haughty.

I'm sorry, but your granddaughter has a very high fever.

Chu Sheng was wearing the clothes sent by Lady Mira tonight: a dark gray imperial-style evening gown. The blouse was fitted at the waist, with a stand-up collar and tight cuffs, and he wore a silver-gray scarf. The trousers were slim and straight, and he wore a pair of polished black leather boots.

"Who took my measurements?" Chu Sheng muttered to himself while changing in his room. "The clothes fit perfectly, but I don't think I've ever had my body measured before."

The maid who was helping to straighten his collar smiled and said, "The lady herself checked it, sir."

At first, he thought the clothes were a bit exaggerated and that the crotch was too tight, making the Demon Orb quite uncomfortable.

But then he realized that his attire didn't stand out among the nobles. Hundreds of people had already gathered in the hall; most of the men wore dark formal attire, some with family crests pinned to their chests, others with silver-trimmed epaulettes. The women wore evening gowns of various colors, with necklines ranging from high to low, and hems trailing on the ground, adorned with a dazzling array of jewelry.

But no woman is more beautiful than Amber Heard.

Amber wore a white and gold silk dress tonight, with a soft pearlescent sheen. The dress was very conservatively cut, with a neckline that reached above her collarbone, sleeves that reached her wrists, and a floor-length hem, completely covering her tall and voluptuous figure.

But this did not diminish her charm at all; on the contrary, her dignified and graceful temperament made her even more ethereal.

Her long hair was styled into an elegant bun, secured with several silver hairpins, revealing her slender, fair neck.

She wore a pair of small silver earrings, one of the few pieces of jewelry she had brought from the Sacred Tree Forest.

She simply stood there, and the noble ladies around her unconsciously lowered their voices, feeling ashamed of themselves.

Arthur stood next to Ambermind, wearing the formal evening attire of the Imperial Knights, a dark blue military-style suit.

The dress was impeccably tailored, with the golden insignia of the Imperial Knights pinned to her epaulets. Her platinum blonde hair was unusually left untied, instead braided into a loose plait that hung down her chest, tied at the end with a dark blue ribbon.

Her military uniform was cinched at the waist with a belt, perfectly accentuating her impressive bust and slender waist. But like Amber, her attire was extremely modest, with almost no skin exposed except for her face and hands.

She stood ramrod straight, a stark contrast to Ambermind's regal bearing. One an elven queen, the other an imperial knight—two completely different auras, yet both equally captivating.

But when Chu Sheng shifted his gaze to Ella and Silver Leaf standing behind them, he immediately felt his aura falter.

Ella wore a light yellow dress tonight, the hem reaching her calves, with a bow at the neckline. This dress was also sent by Mrs. Mira. Ella was clearly not used to wearing such formal clothes, her tail wagging restlessly under the hem.

Silverleaf refused the princess dress offered by Lady Mira and instead wore the traditional attire of the Grey Elves: a silver-grey top with a leather corset and a dark grey pleated skirt, with a small white flower pinned to her braid.

"Ella, stop tugging at your bow," Silverleaf whispered. "It's embarrassing; it makes us look like we're from the countryside."

"But it's making Ella's neck uncomfortable," Ella said, lowering her hand with a pitiful expression. "Besides, I'm originally from the village."

Just then, the side door of the hall opened.

Mrs. Mira walked in.

Her chestnut hair was styled in a high bun, and she wore the Whitehorse family's formal attire. A deep purple gown, made of heavy silk, was conservatively tailored with a chin-high neckline edged with delicate silver embroidery. The skirt trailed on the floor, creating a purple wave behind her.

All the conversations in the hall fell silent, and everyone turned to her, bowing slightly or curtsying.

Chu Sheng watched her walk gracefully towards the main table on the inside, her demeanor dignified and her expression composed.

Mrs. Mira stopped in front of the head seat, turned to face the hall, and slowly swept her gaze across the faces of everyone present.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Mrs. Mira said calmly, "thank you for your presence in the Twelve Wings Hall tonight."

The servants immediately stood aside with their wine trays, and the musicians put down their instruments.

"Tonight's banquet is to welcome several distinguished guests who have come from afar."

She raised her right hand and gestured in the direction where Chu Sheng and the others were.

"Arthur Brunhilde Beowulf, the most talented swordsman of the Imperial Knights, comes from the heart of the Empire."

Her Majesty Ambermind, Queen of the Elven Court of the Sacred Tree Forest. Miss Silverleaf, an outstanding young representative of the Grey Elf race. Miss Ella, a loyal and brave warrior of the Dog-Man race.

Each time she called out a name, a polite round of applause rang out in the hall.

"And—" she paused slightly, "Mr. Chu Sheng, a contemporary [Hero]."

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