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His gaze gradually returned to normal, slowly calming down.

She continued to follow behind Heney, head down, like a bodyguard following closely behind, without uttering a word.

Once the three of them stood together in the center of the arcane circle, Heni gently pinched her fingers.

A beam of azure light slowly rose from the central magic circle, rotating like an ocean vortex and gradually enveloping them. With the help of magic, the three gradually disappeared within the circle.

Only the students in the Arcane Hall remained, still noisy and numerous, each carrying out their own training.

...

Duke Reeves strode lightly to the entrance of the meeting hall.

After tidying up her clothes a little, she turned the doorknob and gently pushed the door open.

As soon as he stepped across the threshold, he looked up, slightly surprised, at the two people in the conference room, raising an eyebrow:

"This is truly an unusual combination."

On the left side of the room, Zola bowed respectfully to Duke Revie with a smile, his eyes conveying respect and courtesy.

“Miss Zola from the Cassidra Merchant Guild, and…”

Before Duke Reeves finished speaking, he turned to his right.

There, a man in a sharp suit stood before him.

Wearing a tall top hat and a smile, he appeared composed and mysterious.

He smiled and spoke gently:

"Long time no see, Levi."

"Yes, it's been a long time."

Reeves' gaze lingered on the other person for a moment before he spoke calmly:

"Liboot".

After exchanging casual greetings, the three of them walked together into the depths of the room.

Reeve waved his hand casually and said gently, "Please make yourself at home."

Zola and Lipoulter exchanged a glance, then sat side by side on a spacious sofa.

At the same time, Reeves walked to the opposite side of the coffee table and sat down elegantly in front of the two guests.

Looking at Lipoultry, who was tilting his head back and surveying the room's layout, a hint of nostalgia seemed to appear in his eyes.

The room was filled with various precious antiques, and the walls were covered with paintings by famous artists.

Long silk curtains draped gracefully over the brown wool carpet, gently concealing the large, clean windows.

Beside it, a tall standing clock stood quietly, its pendulum swinging back and forth, producing a clear chime.

In the brown stone fireplace, the flames burned calmly and gently, like a sleeping child sprite resting peacefully among the firewood.

"You're still the same as before. After all this time, the house is still the same, and even the servants haven't changed."

Hearing Lipoult's words, Levi smiled faintly and casually replied:

"Everyone in the family knows some magic, so there's no need to frequently change servants."

As soon as he finished speaking, a servant walked into the conference room.

He held a silver tray in his hand, his fingers deftly hovering a distance from the bottom of the tray.

As if by magic, the tray floated slightly in the air.

The maid deftly picked up the teapot and filled three delicate teacups with steaming hot tea.

Then an invisible force slowly lifted the teacup and placed it steadily in front of the three people.

After completing these actions, the servant, holding the tray, bowed respectfully to the three of them.

Then she gracefully left the room.

Reeve nodded politely to Zola, his voice gentle:

“Miss Zola, please let me know if the tea is not to your liking.”

Zola smiled slightly and responded:

“Mr. Levi, the main reason I’m here today is to talk to you about those antiques you needed appraised last time.”

"Judging from the appearance, all those antiques were recently shipped overseas, but they are very old."

"If you are interested in selling, our chamber of commerce is still willing to provide assistance."

Reeve nodded, raised his arm in a generous gesture:

"No problem, but please let me take a look at the sales list before that."

"After all, some of them are personal favorites of mine."

"That is naturally your right."

Zola chuckled softly.

Then, she deliberately looked around and said with a hint of curiosity:

"I'm very interested in these items in your home. May I take a look?"

Levi smiled and nodded in agreement:

"Of course, I will arrange for a maid to show you around."

He tapped the table lightly, and the maid who had poured the tea earlier came in again.

He stood beside Duke Reeves, bowed slightly to Zola, and said respectfully:

"Guest, please follow me."

Zola stood up gracefully, gently straightened her skirt, and then followed the maid out of the conference room.

Now, only Levi and Lipoulter remain here.

Everyone knew that Zola had deliberately left to give Levi and Ripoultry space.

After Zola left, Ripoot was clearly much more relaxed.

He looked at Reeves, his tone relaxed:

"How is Kasanna?"

Levi picked up his teacup, took a sip of hot tea, glanced at Lipoulter across from him, and said calmly:

"I don't think you should ask me about this."

"But you, you've been back for days, and you still don't know how your wife is doing?"

Lipoultry smiled slightly, his golden eyes meeting Levi's gaze.

It was as if flowing golden sand was slowly swirling in his pupils:

"But the person she loves has always been you, Reeves."

"Stop, I don't want to hear those useless, clichéd plots. We're not acting in a play."

He put down his teacup, clasped his hands together, and placed it on the table.

"So what do you want to say to me, Lipoulter Reiser?"

With his gaze fixed on Lipoort, he calmly replied:

"Or should I call you by another name—"

"The current president of the Cassidra Chamber of Commerce, Lipoulter Nannard?"