Another slightly younger high elf, with a bit of resentment in his eyes, clenched his fists and said, "We elves have the purest bloodline and inherit ancient and powerful magic. We should be the most noble existence in the world. But now, we have to pretend to be nice to these inferior races for the sake of so-called diplomacy. It's really frustrating. Take the Pope's coronation ceremony this time, for example, so many humans were invited. Humph, I really don't know what Her Majesty the Queen is thinking."
There was a hint of doubt in his words about the Elf Queen's decision. He frowned and looked in the direction of Jessica at the center of the banquet, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.
This group of high elves were talking to each other, complaining one after another, forming a "cold atmosphere" in this corner of the lively banquet that was out of tune with the surroundings.
Immersed in their own arrogance and prejudice, they were completely unaware of the occasional strange looks from those around them and continued to vent their inner dissatisfaction.
At this time, several young bloodline elves seemed to have seen something interesting. They gathered together, whispered to each other, glanced into the distance from time to time, and pointed their fingers in a certain direction secretly, with malicious smiles on their lips and a hint of gloating in their eyes.
Merlin was holding Scarlett's neck with helplessness on his face, like he was holding a naughty kitten.
He never imagined that his capable assistant, who was usually busy in the Arcane City, would appear in this banquet without anyone noticing.
Scarlett was seen holding a half-eaten elf fruit in one hand, and stuffing a piece of delicate pastry into her mouth with the other hand, her cheeks bulging like a greedy little squirrel.
Merlin couldn't help but hold his forehead, secretly complaining in his heart: This girl, I clearly arranged her to an important position in the city's restoration and construction. Now the Arcane City has experienced war and is in ruins. There are so many things waiting for people to deal with, but she sneaked here to pick delicious fruits and food and feast on them.
Scarlett noticed Merlin's action and stopped chewing awkwardly, her eyes dodging. She muttered softly, "I... I just want to take a break. I also have an invitation letter. My grandfather sent me here!"
Scarlett took out an invitation from her space ring, although this thing was cut out by her herself.
From the perspective of the strict and hierarchical theory of elves' bloodline, Scarlett has the blood of a demigod, which is undoubtedly the highest level of bloodline.
Just when Merlin was about to teach Scarlett a lesson, a loud and noisy sound suddenly rang out, instantly breaking the originally harmonious atmosphere of the banquet and attracting the attention of all the guests present, including Merlin.
He frowned subconsciously, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and he looked in the direction of the sound.
I saw a dozen high elves gathered together at this moment, they stood straight, but with an overbearing attitude, their attitude was extremely bad, they looked down at a weak figure and said bad words that were unbearable to the ears.
"Stasi, you disgraceful fellow, how dare you attend the banquet!" A high elf in a dark purple robe embroidered with golden thorn patterns took a step forward with a look of deep contempt on his face, and said viciously, his finger almost poking the tip of Stasi's nose.
"That's right. Look at your half-elf appearance, you are neither fish nor fowl. Your mother is simply a disgrace to the elves. She actually fell in love with a lowly human and gave birth to a bastard like you, Staci. The bloodline of our elven royal family is no longer pure. It's simply a heinous crime!" Another female high elf also echoed. She was wearing a white lace dress. She should have been dressed gently, but at this moment she looked hideous because of her distorted face.
As she spoke, she patted the hem of her skirt in disgust, as if Stacie was carrying something dirty that would defile her.
"Get out of here! Don't defile our sacred banquet here. You are not worthy to be in the same room with us. You, like your shameless mother, are a stain on the family!" Another high elf shouted loudly, his eyes full of contempt. He folded his hands in front of his chest and looked down at Stacy with a condescending attitude. Every word he uttered was like a sharp blade, piercing straight into Stacy's heart...
Stacy stood there, her body trembling slightly, tears welling up in her eyes. She bit her lower lip tightly, trying not to let the tears fall, but her aggrieved look still made people feel pity for her.
Some of the guests around looked reluctant, but were reluctant to intervene due to the internal affairs of the elves; others seemed to be indifferent and watched the farce coldly.
This is the reason why Staci doesn't like returning to the Elf Forest. Every time she faces the strange looks and vicious words from her tribesmen, it's like cold rain that soaks her through.
At this moment, she lowered her head, clutched the corners of her clothes tightly with both hands, her lips trembled slightly, and she didn't know what to say.
Logically speaking, she should have been accustomed to such situations after these years, but in front of so many guests, those looks, some curious, some indifferent, some contemptuous, were like thorns on her back. Her face still flushed red, and the grievances spread in her heart like a tide, almost drowning her.
At this time, as Staci's senior sister, Lilia's eyes were burning with rage. She took a step forward angrily, standing in front of Staci like a solid barrier.
She straightened her spine, pointed at the group of guys with her slender fingers that were trembling slightly with anger, and shouted, "Shut your stinky mouths! Who dare you say that about Stacy? She is kind and hardworking, a thousand times better than you guys who have bloodlines but ugly hearts! What qualifications do you have to speak ill of her here? Is your so-called noble bloodline just a capital to trample on the dignity of others?"
Her voice was a little hoarse due to anger, but it was particularly clear in the noisy banquet, attracting the attention of some guests around her.
The female elf who was the leader of the group that bullied Staci was wearing a long dress that was so gorgeous that it was almost extravagant. The hem of the dress was embroidered with intricate patterns in gold thread, highlighting her identity as a high elf.
At this moment, she looked at Lilia with disdain, a mocking arc appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she snorted coldly: "Lilia, you are also a lowly creature, just a middle-level elf, and you dare to talk to me in such a tone."
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