Chapter 156
Cobalt Strike''s Mari and Felis missed out on the top ten. Mari ended in a ''draw,'' while Felis
was utterly defeated.
The old lord, representing the Eight Orders, announced the next day''s events.
"Outside the city hall, a golden list will hang, naming the top ten of the Eight Orders. Tomorrow, The
sh of Eight Orders for the top five will ensue! The venue, the Little Stone Ridge outside the city!"
"All are invited to witness the spectacle!"
The final showdown of each championship wasn''t held in the city hall but rather at some location
outside the city, open to all citizens, allowing them to see the prowess of the top ten and feel the
strength of the Eight Orders, effectively showcasing the potential of the Eight Orders to the outside
world.
"Is vin here?" Ond knocked on the gate of vin''s courtyard.
"He''s resting, not avable for visitors."
Balder rose with a good-natured smile. His round head and plump figure were draped in a white
robe, the sightically endearing.
Ond hadn''t expected to find such a presence in the courtyard, and he paused, perplexed. "Who
are you?"
"A friend, a very good one."
"I have business with vin," Ond said, striding forward.
"I''m really sorry, but vin isn''t receiving visitors today. Maybe tomorrow?" Balder''sical
appearance and affable demeanor made it hard not to smile.
"He''s really not seeing visitors?"
"You must be Ond from the Earthbound Spirits. It’s a pleasure to meet you. How about this?
Leave a message, and I''ll make sure he gets itter?"
"It’s okay. I''lle again tomorrow," Ond departed.
Not long after, Lylian arrived. "Is vin here?"
"And you are...?"
"Lylian, from the Floral Enchantress"
"Oh, greetings, greetings! Are you seeking vin for a matter?"
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"I''vee to see how he fares, whether his injuries have imed him or not."
"You jest, he is quite well."
"Then why do you dress in mourning clothes, inviting ill omen?"
Balder was at a loss for words. His attire was of the finest ck silk, quite expensive indeed.
"Step aside, I have business with him."
"He is not receiving visitors at the moment. Perhaps you cane back tomorrow?"
"Has he not wakened?"
"He has, but he fell asleep again. His injuries are severe. Please understand."
With some effort, Balder managed to send Lylian away, only to be visited by three more Protégés
from the Ster Precepts, who also wished to see vin.
Balder smiled through gritted teeth as he bid each farewell, then sat back down on the stone bench,
chuckling with delight. Ond''s visit likely meant he had intentions of recruiting vin, Lylian''s visit
suggested she had taken an interest in him, and the Ster Precepts people''s arrival could also
mean they sought to forge a good rtionship. It seemed vin''s decision to partake in The sh
of Eight Orders was wise; within Cobalt Strike, he was unappreciated, but now, he was a treasured.
Balder, legs crossed, lounged at ease, chuckling merrily.
By evening, more guests arrived, and this time, Balder couldn''t stop them.
"Does vin reside here?" An elderly man with graying hair stood imposingly, his body faintly
exuding wisps of red mist, the essence of his vitality.
He was the Bloodlore Commander, Jarad!
By his side followed a tall, fiery young woman, E. d in a short tunic and skirt, she generously
disyed her supple body. The exposed skin was especially tender, radiating an enchanting
youthful allure. Her swan-like neck was delicate and smooth, and her lovely face was blooming like
a flower. Only the blood-red eyes detracted from her beauty, adding a touch of wicked charm.
Balder, well-informed as always, recognized the two and, with a cunning smile, gestured, "Please,
come inside."
These were not guests he could turn away. And with the Commander himself gracing the premises,
such an esteemed visit was not to be refused.