What should I do if the protagonist of every world I travel to is sick?

At the entrance of the banquet hall, a huge crystal chandelier sparkled with dazzling light, and the gorgeous carpet extended into the depths of the banquet hall.

With every step you take into the hall, you can see the magnificent murals sparkling, the intricately carved window lattices letting in soft light, and the precious carpet under your feet is soft and thick, as if every step is in the clouds.

On the dance floor, bright lights and gorgeous costumes interweave into a moving picture, and the beautiful music and dance steps make people intoxicated.

The whole place was filled with laughter and joy, and Alvin was surrounded by a group of people chatting while holding a wine glass.

The lights in the hall suddenly went out, and there was a cry of surprise from the audience. The lights on the stage flashed, and the spotlight was uniformly shining on Mrs. Al Filyujia on the stage.

Everyone's eyes fell on her, and they saw the noble lady with her fluffy golden curly hair tied into a bun behind her ears, embellished with jade jewelry, and wearing a gorgeous embroidered long dress.

A pair of upturned, affectionate eyes looked at everyone present.

"I'm delighted to welcome you all. Today is a significant day. Not only is it my child, Alvin's birthday, but it also heralds the return of my second child."

The spotlight suddenly shifted to Philbert, who was still eating a donut.

The silly child suddenly became the focus of the whole audience, with a piece of bread in his mouth, and his movements were frozen in time, being stared at by everyone.

I don't know who started clapping first in the darkness, but the thunderous applause came as expected.

Saya, who was sitting in the corner, frowned.

The lady, with a dignified and elegant smile, did not pay attention to the gossip below, and pulled Philbert to raise a toast in front of the noble earls.

The banquet continued.

Alvin continued to hold up his glass and greet the guests. No one noticed the look on his face as he drank the whole glass.

You An was holding the wine behind him. He stepped forward and asked, "Do you want me to remind the Queen?"

Alvin lowered his eyes and patted his shoulder, "Just wait and see what happens."

Halfway through the banquet,

Mrs. Al Filjuga apologized to everyone, saying she was a little drunk, and left.

On the way out, a handsome young man with long snow-white hair tied back with a silk thread and a white swallowtail that showed off his perfect proportions walked towards her.

Mrs. El Filyuga narrowed her eyes, her deep gaze sweeping over the young Imperial Master who was bowing to her.

He also met the man's perfectly placed smile and extended his hand. "Could you please excuse me, Madam El Filyuja, for a moment? Perhaps this spring water, transformed by my spiritual power, could help with your headache."

Yuan reported to Alwin that Master Saya had invited the queen to the second floor for a chat.

Alvin raised his head and met the eyes of the man passing by above him.

The man gave him a smile.

He watched the man's back as he entered the doorway, his fingers gently swirling the scarlet liquid in the cup.

"Your Majesty wants me to send someone to investigate."

Alvin raised his hand and looked at the closed door with a smile on his lips.

"There should be trust between the ruler and his subjects, don't you agree, Youan?"

In that door,

The elegant lady took a sip of the teacup in her hand.

She smiled faintly and looked at the person in front of her. "I've heard for a long time that the Imperial Master that Alvin invited is as powerful as a dragon. It's amazing to have the honor of meeting him today."

Saya just raised his hand slightly, and a stream of clear water flowed out from his fingertips and into his cup.

His slender fingers slowly stroked the cold cup, "Thank you for your compliment, Madam."

"I came to see you just to give you some advice, Madam. Sometimes, impatience leads to loopholes."

"What's out in the open isn't necessarily a provocative warning, but what's lurking in the dark is bound to be a fatal blow."

Al Filyujia's expression shifted slightly, his lips curled stiffly into a curve.

"What does the Imperial Master mean by telling me this?"

Saya raised his head, and Al Filyujia felt as if he were trapped in the bottomless sea.

"Once the plan is launched, are you ready for the king's revenge?"

El Filyujia broke away from that fatal gaze, her breathing a little unsteady, and she could only take small sips to calm the anxiety in her heart.

"Why... aren't you on Burt's side? He's the child you've been protecting until now."

"I have never taken sides with anyone. I only believe in the superiors who can bring prosperity and well-being to this country."

Saya half closed her eyelids and drank the juice in the cup.

“Do your job and stay in your place.”

The young man in front of her raised his glass to her, "I don't know what past there is between your royal families. I only know that the grudges between you few should not cause unrest in the world because of your status."

"Apart from the grudges and obsessions, Al Filyujia, you and Filbert can't hold this position securely."

He stood up and prepared to leave. "Filbert is indeed the child I have protected until now, so his choice is also mine."

"You have no right to choose his future path for him."

The door was closed and there was a sound of something falling to the floor behind me, but downstairs there was singing and dancing and the party was still going on.