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The grand hall of the banquet glead with golden chandeliers and luxurious decorations, reflecting the elegance of Extre Night City's upper class. The room was filled with laughter, music, and the sound of crystal glasses clinking together.
Leylin lounged on a velvet couch in a secluded corner of the hall, a devilish smirk on his face as he enjoyed the company of several beautiful won. Empty wine glasses littered the table beside him, evidence of the fine liquor that had been flowing all evening. (Image)
One of the won, a voluptuous brunette with an enchanting smile, giggled as Leylin's fingers playfully traced her soft, exposed collarbone. On the other side, a slender, red-haired beauty blushed as Leylin's hand subtly caressed her thigh beneath the silk fabric of her gown.
"Lord Leylin, you're quite the charr," the brunette whispered seductively.
Leylin smirked. "Only when the company is as delightful as yours."
Just as the mont was becoming more intimate, an aged yet vibrant voice interrupted them.
"Sorry to disturb your fun, Leylin! But our friends are waiting."
It was Murphy, dressed in extravagant robes, his face flushed from indulging in wine and the company of noble won he had just enjoyed. Behind him trailed several ladies who had been thoroughly entertained by the old acolyte's... unique charisma.
Leylin sighed and withdrew his hands from their delicate playgrounds. "A sha... but duty calls."
"Lord Leylin, do visit us again," the brunette whispered, her eyes filled with longing.
Leylin chuckled. "I'll make sure of it."
As he rose from the couch, the two won pouted but obediently let him go.
Murphy grinned as they walked towards the side corridor. "You certainly know how to enjoy yourself. Reminds of my younger days."
Leylin replied with a sly grin, "Just learning from the best."
The two of them made their way through the grand hall, past intoxicated nobles and laughing courtesans. They entered a dimly lit side room, small and discreet, where a group of acolytes had already gathered.
The room was filled with faint magical energy as Leylin's keen senses picked up the aura of several Level 1 and Level 2 acolytes. Their eyes turned to Murphy with respect as he entered, and then to Leylin with curiosity.
"Everyone, this is Leylin, an acolyte from the west," Murphy announced.
Leylin stepped forward and gave a slight nod. "It's a pleasure to et fellow seekers of knowledge."
The acolytes welcod him with polite nods and small gestures of acknowledgnt.
The group then began to engage in quiet, subtle conversations about magical research, potions, and the peculiarities of spell models. Leylin remained calm and collected, occasionally sharing insights that subtly revealed his vast knowledge, though he carefully concealed the true depth of his abilities.
Suddenly, from the room next door, heavy panting and passionate moans echoed through the thin walls.
"Oh! Mayflower, my Mayflower!" A man's deep, lust-filled voice echoed.
"Oh! Baby! So hot, so good!" A woman's seductive moans followed.
Black lines appeared on Murphy's wrinkled face. With a wave of his hand, a faint energy mbrane enveloped the room, isolating the sound.
Leylin raised an eyebrow. "Quite the passionate crowd in Extre Night City."
"This is... an accident," Murphy muttered awkwardly as so of the acolytes stifled their laughter.
Leylin, however, found the situation amusing. "No need to suppress such natural instincts, Murphy. After all, we magi are beings who embrace both knowledge and pleasure."
The other acolytes chuckled, and the tension lightened.
For the next hour, Leylin engaged in subtle discussions, carefully observing each acolyte and evaluating their strength and potential. Unfortunately most were insignificant in his eyes, maybe their fighting abilities are sharp as wandering acolytes but without formal magical education their foundation was far from adequate to attract Leylin attention.
As the banquet gradually ca to an end, Leylin gracefully excused himself and returned to the main hall.
The lively music and intoxicating atmosphere still filled the air. Before leaving, Leylin approached the two won he had entertained earlier. Their eyes lit up as he whispered, "Shall we continue the night in a more... private setting?"
The won blushed and eagerly followed him as Leylin departed from the grand hall, stepping into the dark streets of Extre Night City.
After the ball ended, the various horse carriages from different families set off. In a secret chamber within the city lord's castle, the Viscount Jackson that Leylin saw today was talking to his subordinate.
"Is it confird?"
"I have detected the sll of a Mysterious Entity on his body. It has also been confird that he is extrely young." The person who replied was draped in black robes; tufts of yellow fur could be glimpsed growing on his face. (Image)
"He is different from those befuddled acolytes. I do not think he will be retiring at such a young age. No matter if he is hiding from enemies or is concealing so other motive, his appearance is not good news for us." A worried expression flickered through Jackson's steely face.
"Please pardon my forthrightness. Although we are able to deal with a Mysterious Entity right now, if we draw the ire of the rest of them, then whatever gains we achieve would not make up for the losses we may incur."
The Half-Beast Man said slowly.
"Indeed!" Jackson beca quiet for so ti before giving out an order, "Do not incur the wrath of the other party, but never let him out of your sight!"
"I understand!" The Half-Beast Man disappeared into the darkness….
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In the luxurious master bedroom of Leylin's grand manor, the air was thick with the scent of wine and passion.
The room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of enchanted candles illuminating the silk-covered bed where Leylin indulged in the bodies of the two beauties. Their moans of ecstasy echoed through the chambers as Leylin dominated them, his enhanced vitality and stamina pushing them to their limits.
Hours passed, and the won lay exhausted and trembling on the bed, their bodies fully conquered.
Leylin sat on the edge of the bed, calmly sipping a glass of crimson wine. His mind, however, was not on the pleasures of the flesh.
'That beastman under Viscount Jackson would have whiffed by now, probably reporting his findings to him. I wish you stay out of my business otherwise I would puml you like the mutt you are.'
Leylin then glanced at the two won, who were drifting into a blissful slumber. With a smirk, he reached out and gently stroked their soft hair.
"You served well tonight. Rest."
Leylin rose from the bed and dressed in his black robe. He stepped out onto the balcony of his manor, overlooking the dark, mist-covered city. The Roran Hawks rcenaries patrolled the periter, while his four loyal knights still stood guard in gleaming armor. (Image)
'Everything would falling into place soon. It's still a while before the mission.' Leylin thought, his eyes filled with cold calculation.
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