SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

The entire Golden Bamboo City gathered at the holy plaza, which is situated at the center of the city. The spectators faces glowed with anticipation for the grand engagement ceremony. The Mintleaf family and the Silver Stokes family spared no expense, their lavish and flashy arrangements dazzling the crowd.

From the entrance to the central stage, every detail was impeccable and eye-catching, a testament to the immense wealth of both families. The ladies, dressed in their finest, were mesmerized by the grand arrangements, whispering among themselves about the extravagance on display.

More than a hundred thousand people had already gathered to witness the union of Lana Mintleaf and Spurgeon Silver Stokes. The image of the radiant bride and the handsome groom adorned each entrance, welcoming the guests with their smiling faces. Spurgeon, dressed in pristine white groom's attire, stood before the ceremonial fire, his eyes fixed on the path Lana would soon walk.

At the entrance, the heads of the two families, along with their most important members, waited with bated breath. They clutched beautiful bouquets of flowers, ready to welcome their esteemed guest, the mighty Brerell Hill, known far and wide as the Silver Sword.

The patriarchs of both families exchanged anxious glances; their excitement is clear as they awaited his arrival. Many onlookers who knew about the Silver Sword and his origin in the Golden Bamboo City also waited to see Brerell.

Meanwhile, Fatty, who is waiting for Kent, hurriedly ran forward to meet him. The Fire Kirin slowly descended at the entrance. Holding Sophia's waist, Kent helped her get down. Fatty hurriedly greeted Kent with an excited smile. Mei Bai also approached Kent with slow steps.

Fatty introduced Sophia to the arbiter lady, Mei Bai. While the two ladies moved in front, Fatty accompanied Kent inside.

"What are they doing here?" Kent asked Fatty while staring at the two families who were waiting at the entrance gate.

"They were waiting for chief guest Silver Sword. He is a prominent elder of the Celestial Sun Fire Sect." Fatty replied in a proud tone.

Kent became serious after hearing the name of the Celestial Sun Fire Sect. The reason for Amelia's broken aura channels is a disciple from the same sect.

With a cold face, Kent moved forward. But in the next instance, he came to stop. A dazzling glow covered the ground, and the cry of horses came from the sky.

The murmurs of the crowd increased as a sleek, silver carriage appeared in the sky, drawn by six majestic white horses. The air seemed to crackle with excitement as the carriage came to a stop before the entrance, and the doors swung open. Out stepped Brerell Hill, his presence commanding immediate respect. Clad in a finely tailored silver suit, his eyes scanned the crowd with a steely gaze.

With an oval face, long two-sided hair, and a stoic face, Brerell appeared like an experienced elder who had everything under his control. At his waist, a shiny sword hung with silver glow and a crescent jewel at the handle.

Unlike others, the Silver Sword always carries his sword as he feels more attached to it, which he gained as a present from the Wizard Association for his remarkable achievements. Stay tuned for updates on мѵʟ

The patriarchs stepped forward, bowing deeply as they offered their flowers. "Welcome, Lord Hill," they said in unison, their voices trembling in excitement.

Brerell accepted the flowers with a serious nod. "Thank you," he replied, his voice calm and authoritative.

As he walked towards the ceremonial stage, the crowd parted to make way for him. Whispers of awe followed in his wake, the legend of the Silver Sword alive in every heart. While passing through crows, Silver Sword stopped to greet some people who were old friends of his parents in the past.

Kent stood at the entrance for a long time, thinking about the strength of the silver sword. His task of stealing became more difficult due to the presence of a formidable silver sword. Shaking his head, Kent walked past the entrance gate along with Fatty.

"Ben, I heard that your uncle's son is getting a golden goose during this ceremony. Is that true…?" Kent asked in a casual tone while thinking about postponing his act of stealing tonight.

"Yeah… but it's not going to stay forever." Faty replied in a lazy tone.

"What do you mean?" Kent asked in a surprised tone, shocked by the sudden revelation.

"Yes, master. The golden goose was brought from the Celestial Sun Fire Sect for this ceremony. The goose is necessary to correct the fate of my uncle's son. After Lana donates the goose to Spurgeon, it will be given back to Silver Sword, who will take it back to the sect. This is one of the reasons for his arrival." Fatty explained while walking in front.

The colors on Kent's face changed after knowing the exact situation. Actually, Kent thought of stealing the golden goose after it was donated to Spurgeon. Now, his entire plan needs to be changed.

"Why is this goose so important?" Kent thought to himself in frustration.

"Master, I already reserved a seat for you in the front row, where the important guests sit. Please come with me." Fatty said it with a proud smile.

Kent, who is thinking of a new plan, silently followed Fatty.

"It seems I must steal the goose from Lana's hands. As Sophia said, both the bride and groom will take a break in the middle of the ceremony to change clothes. That would be my perfect opportunity." Kent immediately changed his plans and began thinking of precautions and consequences. He didn't leave any minute details.

After spending a few minutes with Fatty, Kent went to check the personal room where Lana would change her clothes. The personal rooms of both the bride and groom were situated side by side at the back of the ritual ground. Thankfully, there is a small window at the top of each room.

Acting like a person who is doing work for the ritual, Kent began making arrangements for his plans. But Kent failed to notice Larry, who is observing him secretly from a distance.

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