Not long after.
Inside a spacious room.
Amid lavish and resplendent decorations.
Under the combined illumination of orange-yellow candlelight and special luminous devices, the room was not as bright as day beneath the night sky, yet it possessed a distinct atmosphere of its own.
With soothing music, exotic delicacies, and fine wine lending their charm, a great number of prominent figures danced and conversed freely throughout the room.
Moreover, since nearly everyone present was a noble or dignitary of some standing.
No one knew whether a casual exchange between two inconspicuous individuals might seal a major deal or trigger a savage clash between two factions.
However, compared with the so-called Flesh Art and speeches.
Many of the guests were indeed looking forward more to the banquet after this round of speeches.
In this age where means of communication were scarce, it was no different from a large-scale gathering for them.
A holy land of opportunity!
Looking around.
The nobles and powerful figures who were ordinarily difficult to encounter were now everywhere!
It was precisely because of this.
That many who had no interest in art still shamelessly mingled among the crowd, seeking the opportunities contained within.
In a corner of the room.
As the principal guest of this welcome gathering.
After finishing his speech, Orsaga was now seated calmly in a chair in the corner.
Although this plane did not yet have anything like sofas, thanks to the effects of certain Special Abilities.
These specially crafted chairs were still extremely comfortable to sit in.
Orsaga liked sitting alone upon one, silently observing the myriad facets of life within the room and witnessing the schemes and mutual deceit in every guest's heart.
In his eyes.
That was the interesting performance.
Far more captivating than those tedious displays on stage.
At this