Chapter 230: Secret Meeting Elisand (Part 2)

Under Talissa’s needle thread, Aristophane and Elisand quickly became acquainted with each other. After returning to the ground, Quel'Thalas and his party were led by the Chief Arcanist to visit Sura Macheng.
In the eyes of Sylvanas and others, Suramar is more ancient, and the architectural exterior style is closer to the upper elf. The pale purple walls, the exquisite patterns all over, and the purple enchantment covering the sky make them feel strange. Familiar again.
"Under the leadership of the Grand Magister Elisande, Sha'dorei adjusted the dark night well created by mobilizing the magic net and pooling magic power with the power of the Eye of Amanthul, and the huge enchantment has been shrouded since the War of the Ancients. The whole city of Suramar, so that we can survive after the War of the Ancients." Talisa introduced as he walked.
Sencilia and Lucia looked at the Night Sons on both sides of the avenue curiously. The purple trees were shining brightly, and large and small spherical lights appeared in front of them, illuminating everything around them.
"Cencilia, I always think it's weird here..."
"Yes, Lucia," Sencilia tightened her clothes, and then lowered her voice, "I don't feel like there is much popularity here, and the eyes of the night sons, how do you say, are very numb, like walking dead."
"Ahem," Sylvanas heard them whispering, just in case they interrupted their conversation.
Talisa smiled slightly: "You feel right, this is relatively remote, and it is a place where magic wine is brewed, and the management is strict, so the civilians of Chadorei rarely come here. It is located in the civilian area to the south and the dark night fortress. The nearby aristocratic district is the main population settlement. If you are interested, we can send it over and take a look."
Aristophan waved his hand: "No, Miss Talissa, our visit is not short, and there will be opportunities in the future. Didn't Elisander say that there will be a banquet in the evening? Please take us to the resting place. I have to prepare a little."
When Talissa saw Aristophane's refusal, she stopped asking, and led them to the Courtyard of the Stars through the portal, where Elisande prepared a small welcome banquet for the guests from afar.
At night, Aristophanes and his party walked along a river for a while, led by Talissa, and then came to a huge manor.
"This is the Gem Manor. Although it is not the largest visitor manor in Suramar, it is the most luxurious manor. Its decoration was arranged by the Lord Elisand himself, so it is of great significance to the Night Son. ."
At this time, a team of patrolling night sons came to them, wearing a strangely shaped armor for the first night son, with white energy entwined on it.
"Long time no see, Captain Gado."
"Long time no see, Chief Arcanist, are they the participants invited by the Grand Magister?"
"Yes, they are all distinguished guests of the Great Magister."
Jiaduo waved his hand when he heard the words and motioned them to hurriedly over: "Alright, Talissa, let's talk about it later. Some nobles are already waiting inside."
Then they walked through the gate and came to the most central hall of the manor. Twos and threes of the night son nobles scattered in the middle, communicating in a low voice, looking in the direction of the door from time to time.
Talisa led Aristophane and the others into it, and several night sons came up with their wine glasses.
"Chief Arcanist, are they?"
Before Talissa spoke, the voice of the consultant Myrandus came from the second floor: "The Chief Arcanist, the Grand Magister is already waiting, please come up, Master Windrunner, and the rest will stay here. It's your reception."
When Aristophan heard this, he turned to Sylvanas and the others and ordered a few words, sorted out the appearance, and then slowly walked up the stairs by the wall under the gaze of the nobles, and talked with the consultant After a few sentences, he disappeared on the second floor.
After the two left, the nobles of the Nightborne immediately surrounded Thalyssa and others.
"Chief Arcanist, don't you introduce these compatriots to us?"
"They are from Quel'Thalas. I think you are all aware that it is a kingdom established by Dath'remar, full of red maple trees, similar to Suramar, it is also shrouded in a huge barrier. , Filled with bright spring all year round."
"Master Dathremar, I heard my father tell his story. According to legend, he was one of the first high-level elves to rebel against the queen," a nobleman admired the founder of Quel'Thalas in an opera-like tone. Courage, "Then they must have a source of energy similar to the dark night well."
"You’re right, Ainas, well, it’s not the way of the Night’s Son to have your compatriots stand at the door," Talissa said as she led Sylvanas to a round table. Before sitting down, Sylvanas was sitting on her left hand side, and Lor'themar was sitting on her right hand side, "Hurry up and let our compatriots taste Suramar's specialties."
"No problem," the Night Son named Ainas snapped his fingers with his free left hand, and then a steady stream of maids appeared in front of them with all kinds of food and drinks.
"Let's pick up the wine glass and celebrate the first group of compatriots who have crossed the barrier and came to Suramar in these ten thousand years! Rushannashal\'dorei!" Talissa said, lifting the wine glass.
"Rushannashal\'dorei! The Night Son will be immortal!"
On the other side, Aristophanes, guided by consultant Myrandos, came to a semi-circular terrace. The ground was covered with red petals. A long table appeared in front of him with some that looked just finished. Dishes, but Aristophane could tell at a glance that those dishes were protected by some kind of magic.
Elisand sits on one side of the long table, with an empty chair on the other side~EbookFREE.me~ She stood up and smiled to face Aristophanes: "Please sit down, master, I've been waiting for you For a long time."
"I'm very sorry for being late, Grand Magister." Aristophan shook Elisand's hand lightly, turned and walked across from her.
"No, you came just right." Elisand said a pun.
"..." Aristophane was silent for a while, and raised the wine glass on the table to respect her.
Elisand stretched out his hand after sitting down, and the purple circle brushed across the table. The time that seemed to stop flowed again, and the scent of the dishes instantly passed into Aristophanes' nose.
"What an exquisite time spell." The wizard mage stroked his palms in admiration.
"It's not worth mentioning, but it was done with the help of the dark night well," Elisand said modestly. "Let's eat first and then talk about other things."
Aristophanes relied on goodness, starting from Suramar Salad, the surrounding light reflected on the sea, which made people intoxicated.