As soon as he finished speaking, two competing auras clashed on stage, and the guests cheered, even as they erected barriers over their tables to prevent damage to the weaker mbers of their parties.
But it was just a crude contest to attempt to suppress the other’s aura so that they could shine.
Karl was sure that he could do far better.
Still, it was good entertainnt as the two ladies kept the perfect political smiles on their faces as they battled for dominance.
They weren’t hostile auras, they were carefully calculated to be friendly and welcoming, but at Mythic Rank they were still far too intense for most of the spectators to handle.
Finally, one of the contestants rubbed her temples and retreated from the stage, leaving the other to bow to the crowd and collect the prize.
That marked the end of the contest, but it was far from the end of the night’s festivities.
Plates of dessert treats were brought to the tables, along with fresh drinks, and the stage was set up for so sort of dance show that involved a trapeze. That was a new one to Karl, but everyone else seed excited about the spectacle, so it must be more than just an obscure side act.
"Please welco the dancers of the Goddess of Life and Rebirth Temple." The announcer declared, right before a slender beastkin man made a running leap from the trapeze platform to catch the hanging rope and swing to the other side, where three others hopped on and rode it to the various hanging curtains.
Slow, sensual music was put on, and the dancers began to twirl and spin in the air, showing off not only an incredible level of strength, but agility and perfect timing as well.
"This should have words." Dana realized a few minutes into the show.
Azov chuckled. "It’s actually a historical play, set to music. The chase and mating of the first Bunny Saintess. See how they weave between the curtains? It originally showed how the pursuit ran through the long grass."
His whispered voice barely carried across the table, but Dana nodded. Now it made more sense. It had just been adapted for a wider audience so that they could get crowds to watch the stories of their Goddess, even if they didn’t all know what the show was.
The music changed to sothing close to the industrial dance music of the Golden Dragon Nation, and the show changed along with it, bringing in more dancers and what looked like a dramatized battle scene with extra flying beastkin.
The show ended with two of the dancers sliding down entwined silk sheets to land on a pile of pillows on the stage, and then a dramatic curtain drop, followed by thunderous applause from the crowd.
Once the show was finished, the guests slowly began to make their way out of the restaurant, but Matilda motioned for Karl and Dana to wait.
They were soon alone in the forrly packed venue, and Karl heard the staff locking the doors.
"Perfect, now we can discuss important things. Like the wedding cake." Matilda declared.
Karl smiled, while Dana rolled her eyes, becoming used to the Dragon’s antics after spending so much ti wedding planning with her.
They already knew the cake flavour and design.
Azov cleared his throat. "No, that’s not what we were planning to talk about after the crowd left. We need to discuss this plan that you have with the Blue Dragons to start randomly changing people’s class assignnts.
Now, I know that the situation with the Warriors isn’t normal, and that every class should be able to advance as they increase in Rank.
That’s not the issue.
What I wanted to ask is if you would be interested in a little vacation to a region with the opposite issue. They have received a great diversity of classes, but the only System activations have been from those who left the area.
Not a single new class activation has occurred on the Neia continent during this resurgence. The mana level is high enough there that they should be keeping up with us here in the Dragon Isles, but for so reason, nobody is getting a class at all."
Karl smiled, and Dana gave him a poke in the arm to remind him that she had no idea about the Neia Continent, or why Karl would know of it.
"It’s where Bishop Misty sent into the past to find Cara. It was a chaotic place even then, so I can only imagine what it’s like now." Karl explained.
Azov shrugged. "Primitive, mostly. The Barbarian Tribes and Elves control most of the continent. Unlike the other continents, the species didn’t really segregate, except by terrain.
So, you’ll find most species in the Barbarian Tribes, and any of the forest folk with the Elves.
They also have feral dragons which need to be dealt with.
So of them are fugitive criminals from other continents, most are just juveniles who didn’t like the idea of living a civilized and disciplined life."
Dana frowned. "You’re saying that there might be wild dragons flying around burning villages because they’re bored or annoyed?"
"Not might. There are, we know that for sure." Azov clarified.
"But we just couldn’t be bothered to deal with it ourselves." Matilda added.
"Well, I’m sure that the ladies would love to have a new place to explore." Karl agreed.
Matilda shook her head. "No, it’s better if it’s just the two of you. Think of it like an advance honeymoon. If you take the others, the future gets all wonky. It’s unstable enough just sending Cara with you, but soone needs to keep an eye on your antics."
Dana made a squeaking laugh as her eyes filled with amused tears, and she choked on her drink.
"Did you just say that Cara would be supervising us? Not the other way around?" She stamred.
Matilda nodded. "There might be interference from other planes or Mortal Realms that is disrupting the natural flow of the continent’s Mana and System activations. If my suspicion is correct, Cara is the one best suited to dealing with it."
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