Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 217 It seems like an old friend has arrived

But seeing Zhang Yuan's thoughtful, restless expression, Galas felt a chill run down his spine. He was genuinely afraid of Zhang Yuan's persistent, clingy nature, and quickly continued:

“Telinda’s master is an old friend of mine. In fact, she also knows your mentor. They were adventure partners back then, so they’re practically family. I feel much more at ease having her with you.”

"Is it really necessary to go through all this trouble? With your status as a legendary druid, old man, you can easily save face. Who would dare not give you face? Besides, you are a legendary druid, so how bad could her master be? Couldn't he protect one of her apprentices?"

"What do you know?" Galas glared at Zhang Yuan. "Do you think everyone is as shameless as you? Protecting her would be a piece of cake for me, and then what? Let her spend the rest of her life feeling guilty and being looked at strangely by her people?"

"Furthermore, I wasn't at this level when I was traveling and adventuring back then. The concept of time of the immortals is different from ours."

"So I'm going to put your mind at ease like that?" someone said with a smug look on their face.

"Isn't it because I've run into someone like you and have no other choice? It just so happens that you stopped Grando and saved her life, so it's perfectly reasonable for you to make her pay for it." The old man gave you a look that said you'd gotten a great deal.

"So I'm really going to treat her like a subordinate?"

"This is her path to redemption."

"Will it work?"

After a moment's surprise, Galas, instead of getting angry, smiled with a playful expression: "If you're not afraid of the family behind her, then so be it."

"In that mage family, Telinda was quite an unconventional junior."

As the sun sets and night falls, darkness descends.

Without the obstruction of clouds, the Silver Moon Suren was able to freely scatter her radiance across the top of this cloud-shrouded city, spreading across the entire ground like mercury. The guests who came to the banquet stood on the rooftop as if they were all draped in a silver veil.

With the preparations for the banquet completed, the howling winds and air currents on the rooftop subsided, and more than ten magic lamps were set up in the venue. Under the beautiful moonlight, there was a sense of tranquility and elegance.

Of course, it wasn't about immediately ravenously eating. The rule that a leader must give a speech at the beginning of these formal banquets seems to be universal across different dimensions. Sure enough, the big shot of empty talk stood up on a small, makeshift platform and began to deliver a rousing speech.

After one person finished singing, another took their turn. After a few words, the visiting Moon Elf representative went on stage. However, she was not even as tall as the Cloud Giant's knees when he was sitting, which was a bit awkward.

Finally, the most powerful of all—Lord of the Sky's Wrath—made his appearance.

The old man was quite a character; without uttering a single wasted word, he simply said, "Let's eat!"

Amidst the clinking of glasses and the joyful atmosphere, setting aside the food and drink, dining among a group of eight-meter-tall giants is truly a wondrous experience.

Zhang Yuan felt like Jack had accidentally wandered into the giants' house, or like Jerry the mouse who sneaked into the master's feast. Looking at the tableware in front of the giants that could be used as his bathtub and bed, and then looking at his own, he felt like he was eating the giants' leftovers.

Garas sat with the Canaanites. Giants and elves, who had come to pay their respects in the past, were also constantly arriving. Each time a giant came, the lamplight and moonlight were completely blocked, forcing the group to eat in the dark.

This time, a moon elf woman arrived. Though she didn't look old, her brows exuded a mature charm honed by time. She appeared to know the old man, and after a brief conversation, she gracefully approached Zhang Yuan, offering a bow. "Quimara Moonfall pays her respects, Lord Chanem. Your heroic actions not only saved a lost forest warrior but also severed the malice from the abyss. Perhaps, as Lord Wrath of the Sky said, allowing Talinda to achieve self-redemption with you is far more meaningful than a brutal exile."

After returning the greeting, the monk realized that while the other party's politeness and courtesy were impeccable, they had no real intention of making conversation or befriending him. What they had said earlier was nothing more than nice words spoken out of respect for the old man.

If it weren't for a legendary figure supporting and helping him, would he really expect the other party to make concessions based on his so-called merits?
Idiot's dream!

However, he didn't care. A person doesn't live to please anyone or be the sun, making the world revolve around them.

Just as everyone was somewhat satisfied with their meal and the table was a mess of cups and plates, another giant came to visit. It was the bald giant Barberton, who walked straight toward Zhang Yuan.

“We meet again, Chanem.” The giant sat down on the ground, looking down at Zhang Yuan.

The monk was overjoyed. He had just been interrupted while discussing the Way of Qi, so now he could have a proper chat with him.

One was sincere and eager to meet a kindred spirit, while the other was eager to make friends in order to obtain the method of cultivation. Thus, the two got along very well, and Barberton, without any intention of being stingy, generously agreed.

"You want to learn the art of Qi cultivation from me? Sure, but this isn't something you can master in a day or two. You'll have to stay here with me for a while."

This is somewhat frustrating. As the other party said, the way of Qi cannot be rushed. But with a mission at hand, how can I spare so much time to attend to other matters?

He hesitated for a moment, then thanked Barberton and pondered for a while before going to discuss it with Gallas.

As the banquet ended, the visiting guests were arranged to stay in guest rooms by the Cloud Giant. There was also a ceremony to be held the next day, so no one left.

What ceremony should we observe?

Of course, it's Mr. Grando's ascension gift!
The cloud giants and the ravaged elves of the distant forest had no intention of letting the other party off so easily. Simply killing the projection of a lower-level creature could damage its main body, but it might not be enough to fundamentally harm it, especially since the other party was not just an ordinary high-level demon.

A surprise awaits our protagonist of tomorrow.

That night, Canaan and his party were all put in one room, and even on the same bed.

There's no way around it; the beds of the giants are about the same size as a three-bedroom, two-living-room suite. You can't have one person sleeping on such a big bed; that would feel like putting a mouse on a double bed.

Zhang Yuan was that lucky mouse!

As a major contributor, Captain Zhang naturally couldn't squeeze into the large dormitory like the team members. Although it was actually quite spacious, he had his own bed.

This bed is much smaller than the previous one, but it is exquisitely crafted and unique. For example, while other beds are just a flat board, this bed has a fence around the edge and a canopy on top.
The other beds were simple and plain, with nothing but mattresses, sheets, and quilts that looked like they were made from handkerchiefs. But this bed had many exquisite ornaments hanging from the canopy.

For example: rag dolls~
(End of this chapter)