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The sharp Silver Rapier pierced through puppet after puppet, the sound of Experience Gained echoing continuously in his ears.
Lin Han slowly came to a stop amidst the rhythmic notifications. In the distance, a plain-faced Bard smiled at him. Lin Han nodded in acknowledgment, and the surrounding black and white faded away, returning to its original colors.
Before him stood a servant, whose neck had been pierced but was now unharmed, opening the door leading to the main hall. "Please enter, esteemed Merlin the Mage."
The servant maintained a bowing posture as Lin Han glanced back at the guards, relieved to see they were no longer looking his way. It seemed the story could continue to unfold.
With the Good and Evil Mask on, Lin Han felt an intense mental strain; the spiritual erosion within him was particularly strong, requiring constant vigilance. The memories of Merlin the Mage had begun to subtly transform during the earlier fusion process.
As he stepped into the hall, countless guests turned their gazes toward him, their eyes filled with either fear or astonishment. Lin Han could sense the underlying emotions of dread and unease in their stares. Remembering his identity as Merlin the Mage made him feel somewhat uncomfortable. A figure like a male witch was feared throughout the kingdom, especially given that his reputation was far from positive.
Frowning, Lin Han noticed that those around him chose to avoid him, allowing him to stride confidently toward the center of the hall. With no one blocking his path, he quickly reached the center and spotted a middle-aged man whose attire set him apart from everyone else.
The man wore a crown and had a warm smile. When Lin Han appeared, King Senbo turned his gaze toward him, calm and composed, unlike the strange reactions from others at the banquet.
"Oh, let me see who has arrived," King Senbo said. "Merlin the Mage, thank you for attending this grand feast. On behalf of all citizens, I extend my greetings to you."
King Senbo did not exude an air of superiority; instead, he resembled a friendly middle-aged gentleman.
"I am honored to be invited to your esteemed son's eighteenth birthday celebration, Your Majesty," Lin Han replied in an aged voice reminiscent of Merlin.
"The banquet is about to begin; please proceed to the second floor where I have prepared the best seat for you."
"Your Majesty," King Senbo continued to speak warmly. "It is my honor; we shall meet again shortly."
Lin Han's voice emerged once more, aged and hoarse, as if these lines were etched into his very bones, spoken without thought, like a script. Guided by several attendants, Lin Han slowly made his way toward the staircase leading to the second floor.
If all went as expected, the remainder would simply be a wait for the banquet to commence. Lin Han took a deep breath; he had no intention of taking risks or engaging in combat with those puppets until he had seen the role that Han Fei played in the book.
Outside, the sun shifted from the horizon to its zenith, marking the beginning of a grand banquet. The crowd was alive with song and dance, nobles clad in splendid attire clinked their glasses and engaged in lively conversation, while the crystal chandeliers above sparkled with light.
The banquet had begun.
As a dance concluded, Lin Han sat idly at his seat on the second floor, watching the revelry favored by Western aristocrats unfold before him, feeling an overwhelming sense of boredom. Finally, after a lively piece of jazz dance filled the air, King Senbo slowly raised his wine glass. The crystalline liquid within swirled and bubbled against the walls of the glass.
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