The Wealthy City Lord

Wen Mansha smiled as well and gestured with her hand. "Please, have a seat, Mr. Robien."

The warlock sat down across from her.

A waitress brought over tea and refreshments, placing them before him.

With a flick of his hand, the warlock took a pair of exquisite jade ornaments from his ring and placed them on the table. "Lady City Lord, this is a gift I acquired by chance. It should be rather rare in Luntam City. I hope you'll like it."

There was a hint of showing off in his words.

It was as if he were saying that Luntam City was some backwater where even its city lord rarely got to see the things available elsewhere.

"Thank you." Wen Mansha lowered her gaze to look at them, then called to the side, "Hartel."

"Madam!" The Female Butler stepped forward.

"Put the gifts away. Place them on top of the fireplace, beside the Elf Race ornaments," Wen Mansha instructed.

"Yes, Madam."

The warlock froze slightly. Elf Race ornaments?

She could even get her hands on things from the Elf Race?

As the Female Butler took away the jade ornaments and placed them atop the fireplace to the side, the warlock frowned.

When he first entered, all his attention had been on the city lord's stomach. He had suspected she was using a Body Double, since she showed none of the rumored signs of pregnancy.

Only now, as he looked around, did he realize that the entire hall was filled with luxurious items in all manner of styles, each one immensely valuable.

Carved decorations, vibrant tapestries, exquisite oil paintings.

He had been born into nobility himself and knew a thing or two about such things.

Judging by the elements displayed in the items, they truly were ornaments of the Elf