"Come to think of it, that teacher also taught Westena. That's why Westena can be said to be half my senior sister."
"Although I don't have any far-sighted vision, if Westena, as praised by the teacher, supports openness and reform, then I will stand on the same side and cheer for her." As he spoke, he picked up the small white wine glass and drank it slowly.
"Actually, I'm younger than Eperion. I'm just favored by the teacher. I'm not that great." Westena shook her head slightly, denying Eperion's praise.
The teacher the two were talking about actually died more than 20 years ago, before the changes in the world. The reason was not complicated, just old age and frailty.
This old man was once a member of the Sages' Council and a highly respected elf. He cultivated many talents throughout his life, and Vestena and Eperion were among them.
Although Westena's attitude towards Eperion was somewhat evasive, he himself did not care and continued to talk about some things in his early years and the present. It can be seen that he has experienced a lot of things, but he also exudes a calm and distant temperament that fascinates ordinary people.
With simple exchanges, Loran Hill gradually became familiar with the man. At this time, there was finally a commotion in the courtyard again, and another key guest arrived.
He was wearing a gorgeous black dress with gold edges, a wide hat brim with three-colored feather ornaments and light yellow and light blue chrysanthemums on his head, and a narrow and exquisite elf scimitar at his waist with intricate hollow patterns, which was very much in the classical style of the elves in the past, and was obviously different from the current fashion.
"Here comes the leader of the Tricolor Feather faction, Huadlin Elger."
Amid the murmurs and welcomes of the crowd, Loranhill learned the other party's name. After briefly greeting everyone, the man took off his hat, handed it to the sword-wielding elf behind him, and then walked towards the pavilion step by step.
"Long time no see, Vestena. Also, there is the honorable Golden Sparrow Priestess, Miss Jialan." After saying this, the man bowed and saluted. His greeting even made the girl feel some water molecules from the sea.
Mixed with hot summer wind and heat waves.
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