Azeroth Monster Manual

Romath didn't wear his beloved mage robe, but instead put on the Sunstrider Robes bestowed by His Majesty the Sun King.

The intricate gold and red patterns intertwined with transparent threads shimmering with magical light, making the entire robe look both grand and luxurious.

He gently removed his mask, revealing a handsome face matured by the passage of time.

Solemnly securing the Arcane Pure Hood bestowed by His Majesty the Sun King behind his head, he carefully smoothed out the wrinkles on his robe, and only then did the elegant elf reveal a satisfied smile.

"Archmage, your staff."

The butler thoughtfully retrieved the "Great Torrent" from the cabinet and respectfully presented it.

Romath nodded reservedly. He had envied this epic staff possessed by Belowar for a long time, but today… he had also reached the height that man once had.

This country might change because of my rise.

Romath curled the corners of his mouth and thought silently.

Romath, who became a new Archmage half a year ago, is also the fifth Archmage in all of Quel'Thalas.

"Have those high-ranking mages prepare. It's time to depart, for the glory of the Queldorei!"

"For the Queldorei!"

The old butler bowed and disappeared in a wave of light purple arcane energy. That's right, this unremarkable butler was also a high-ranking mage.

…

The sky gradually darkened, and Aier was being fiddled with by Kael'thas's handmaidens, feeling utterly bored.

The handmaiden licked her lips. The handsome Aier, even more so than her own prince, made her unable to put him down. Of course, she was just choosing clothes for the elven boy.

"Your little finger has brushed my abdomen for the third time. I don't think this is a coincidence…"

Knocking away the handmaiden's mischievous hand, Aier yawned widely.

The elven handmaiden blushed amidst the envious gazes of the other handmaidens. She quickly smoothed out the formal attire on the boy and quietly retreated.

"A human-style formal attire? It's alright, I guess."

In the mirror, the boy was wearing a jet-black, impeccably tailored suit. A spotless Lordaeron cotton-white shirt and a wine-red tie made him look even more capable, and a bright white rose was pinned to his suit lapel.

His already otherworldly face was illuminated, making him appear even more ethereal.

"Go and inform Prince Kael'thas. We can depart now."

The boy nodded to the handmaiden and called Hemet to go out together.

The boy sat somewhat awkwardly in the human-style luxurious carriage. Kael'thas sat beside him with a smug look on his face, and Hemet snorted sullenly, but for once, didn't bicker with the prince.

The reason for Aier's awkwardness was simple. From the moment he stepped out the door, black-robed mages had been silently opening the carriage door for him, respectfully holding the doorframe.

Aier looked at the prince in confusion, but Kael'thas simply shook his head with a smile.

After getting into the carriage, Aier, who wanted to see the night view of Dalaran, had just lifted the curtain when he discovered that every 10 meters along the street, black-robed mages stood straight on the roadside.

Those who were lucky enough to meet the boy's gaze would also bow, making Aier feel a chill.

The carriage moved quickly, and the Violet Citadel was right in front of them.

Just then, a luxurious carriage with gold and red intermingled stopped in front of Aier.

"Your Highness."

Romath stood beside the carriage with a smile and bowed.

"Congratulations, Lord Romath."

Kael'thas smiled and patted the Archmage's shoulder, which made the originally somewhat restrained Romath feel overwhelmed by the favor.

"Not at all. It's all thanks to Your Majesty and Your Highness's cultivation."

"This must be Master Aier. I have always been studying your academic achievements. With your accomplishments, you will definitely be a pillar of Quel'Thalas in the future."

"Lord Romath, you are mistaken. Master… cough cough… Mr. Aier is already a pillar of the nation, isn't he?"

"I apologize, I am truly too shallow…"

After the boy gave a salute to the Archmage, who was both unfamiliar and familiar, he had no further reaction. He patiently listened to the two men's insipid small talk on the surface, but his thoughts had drifted elsewhere.

After a long while, the two seemed to have noticed Aier's impatience and ended their conversation.

Violet Citadel, banquet hall.

Antonidas greeted the guests one after another with a smiling face, completely without the discomposure he had in the morning.

If you only looked at his expression, you would definitely think that this harmless middle-aged man was warm and hospitable.

"Master Romath, your presence makes the entire Dalaran shine. Please, have a seat."

"You're too kind, Master Antonidas."

Facing the humility and enthusiasm of the Speaker of the Council, Romath merely nodded reservedly and sat unceremoniously to the right of the main seat.

Silently watching the scene of apparent harmony between host and guests, Aier shook his head. In terms of age, Romath could be Antonidas's ancestor, but in terms of scheming and cunning, this newly promoted Archmage was still slightly inferior.

Perhaps being in a high position for many years had cultivated this kind of arrogant personality in him. When facing human kingdoms, this arrogance and conceit were magnified tenfold. Undoubtedly, this was not a good sign.

Aier thought with a complicated expression.

"Master Aier? Master Aier?"

The whisper in his ear brought the boy back to his senses. He smiled apologetically at Romath, then sat down to the left of the main seat.

The human magisters and the high elven magi sat face to face. There was no tension as one might have expected. The humans were calm, while the elves, almost all of them, subtly revealed arrogance and disdain beneath their elegant expressions.

'In my opinion, arrogance is the original sin of Quel'Thalas…'

Aier thought helplessly. This unplaceable sense of superiority among his compatriots had been cultivated since tens of thousands of years ago, when they were still Highborne elves. This arrogance, which was engraved in their bones, could not be erased.

"Then, I announce, the banquet begins…"

Antonidas's deep and loud voice rang out, and the masters in the hall gave him face by stopping their actions and looking at the Speaker of the Kirin Tor.

The originally solemn and majestic Violet Hall had long been decorated like a cocktail party.

The huge magic crystal ball in the dome shone with brilliant light, shimmering and colorful, like a sky full of stars.

The hundreds of square meters of space in the Violet Hall was brightly lit, not feeling crowded at all. Gentle saxophone music played, and elegant dance music wafted into every corner.

The mages of Dalaran and the elven delegation had originally been sitting on opposite sides, clearly separated, but in this lively environment, the atmosphere became somewhat ambiguous, and the boundaries between races blurred.

Finally, someone stepped onto the dance floor. It was a gnome couple. Their small bodies jumped down from the high platform, causing a burst of good-natured laughter.

The two didn't care and began to dance gracefully.

…

Time flowed slowly.

In the spacious dance floor of the venue, several pairs of elven men and women danced gracefully, their movements captivating and their temperament extraordinary.

Hundreds of guests with elegant manners talked in low voices, with the occasional clinking of wine glasses.

The beautifully dressed human female guests smiled charmingly, forming a beautiful scene.

Several shy human girls came to invite Aier to dance, but they were all politely refused by the boy.

Some elven noblewomen also came to join in the fun. Elven boys like Aier, who were 'budding', were exactly their type, especially that face that was even more 'charming and lovable' than the prince made them overflow with desire.

Aier helplessly pushed away the 5th pile of plump "fat". The radiant noblewoman wasn't angry, but just slipped a contact information card filled with names and addresses into the boy's collar with a seductive look in her eyes.

"Master Aier is very popular."

Romath sipped a mouthful of red wine in his glass and said jokingly.

The boy just smiled helplessly, wiped off the scarlet lipstick mark on his forehead, and after the small flame danced between his fingers, inconspicuously turning the small note into a wisp of ashes, the boy's constantly throbbing little heart finally calmed down.

The tent under his crotch also slowly disappeared. After all, Aier in this life was a healthy young man, and normal physiological reactions still existed.

…

Fragrant clothes and beautiful figures, fine wine and delicacies, songs and dances elevated.

From time to time, Silvermoon celebrities gathered together to talk eloquently, and the Kirin Tor elites pointed out the direction of the country.

The socialites discussed the new magic cloth and the latest styles from the tailor shop.

Young men and women, with their eyes full of restless hormones, danced gracefully to the gentle music. The entire cocktail party was like a magnificent painting, and everyone was doing their best to show their beauty.

…

After a long while, Antonidas, as if drunk, had a flushed face. He clapped his hands, and the masters in the hall gave him face by stopping their actions and looking at the Speaker of the Kirin Tor.

"It is an honor for me, and even more so for Dalaran, that everyone could come to participate in this academic seminar."

Revealing a delighted smile, Antonidas continued:

"This seminar is the result of my joint discussion with His Majesty the Sun King."

"The purpose is for the Kirin Tor mages to more clearly understand the gap between us and the great Quel'Thalas."

Hearing this, Aier's handsome eyebrows furrowed. He looked around, only to find that those long-eared compatriots not only did not have the slightest humble expression, but instead became even more complacent and proud.

'What the hell is this old man doing?'

"Although this gap is obvious, I still want to see more clearly where exactly the gap between us, the Kirin Tor, and Quel'Thalas lies, so that we can better learn from our 'teachers' and improve."

Antonidas's mouth imperceptibly curled up, revealing a mocking smile, which then disappeared.

Aier keenly noticed this detail, but he was still completely unaware of Antonidas's plan.

Antonidas looked around. He narrowed his eyes, looked at the inflated elves with satisfaction, and continued:

"Therefore, I have decided to hold a knowledge competition…"

Hearing this, Aier revealed a look of sudden understanding.

"Old man, so you were waiting here."