Strolling through this Highborne city, Hu Feng gained a deeper understanding of this elven society.
His followers were all extravagantly indulgent, each more luxurious than the last. They were also arrogantly dismissive of everyone else, lofty and detached, utterly divorced from the common people.
Every resident here was a Highborne, and even the lowest-ranked among them was an Archmage.
Ordinary Night Elves? Forget it. They could not even get through the gates.
Traces of Arcane energy filled every corner of the city, to the point of absurd excess.
Magic Brooms, Magic Vacuums, Magic Cauldrons, Magic Auto Tableware, Magic Auto Toilets, Magic Manhole Covers... ahem, flying discs.
Magic, magic—magic everywhere!
It was as though these Highborne were unwilling to do anything with their own hands aside from the magical research that interested them.
Did this fucking count as another kind of fully automated industrial society?
The architecture throughout the city was equally extravagant, following the refined and intricate royal style of Queen Eldorei's palace. Art and beauty were the priority, while practicality had been pushed to a secondary position.
After touring the city all the way through, Boss Hu got to enjoy the feeling of being worshipped by thousands. Highborne gathered along the roads, kneeling fervently and devoutly as they cried out all manner of praise and prayer.
As the extension of a god's will in the mortal world, and also as the ruler of the Highborne, the gigantic Core Mage Tower at the heart of the city had now become Hu Feng's private residence.
This was a true god! A living, breathing Titan!
The Highborne all seemed somewhat flustered and nervous about this. They constantly worried that everything they did might be too shallow or crude.
Heaven and earth bore witness: what the Highborne valued most were elaborate rituals, as well as their own poise and traditions.
Yet all of that was ultimately just mortal self-importance. They had no idea whether a being on the level of a Titan Divine Lord would approve of their customs, so every arrangement had been made to unprecedentedly lavish standards.
When night fell, the Highborne held one of their favorite activities for the Divine Lord Sarodar: a banquet.
A small banquet every three days, a grand banquet every five—it had practically become an unspoken rule of Highborne society.
The banquet was held at Starlight Courtyard, the most luxurious grand estate in all of Suramar City and the preferred venue for the highest-class gatherings.
In the open-air hall at the center of the courtyard, thin azure gauze draped the surrounding walls. The gauze had also been enchanted, with soft, faint Arcane light flowing slowly across it before randomly forming all kinds of exquisite designs and patterns, or scattered starlight.
Highborne banquets were somewhat similar to Western-style cocktail parties on Earth. Guests stood in small groups, quietly discussing their own topics or waiting for important figures to step onto the stage and deliver public speeches.
For tonight's banquet, the Highborne had truly gone all out. Their performance was absolutely exceptional, and the scale was outrageously extravagant.
Groups of "maids" in translucent gauze dresses moved through the banquet hall, carrying exquisite trays.
These maids were all female elf Archmages. Normally, each of them was proud and cold, but tonight, they all wore gentle smiles that had become somewhat unfamiliar to them, striving to display their feminine side.
Ordinary maids? Get lost! Tonight's main guest was a Titan! Did you idiots understand that?
As for the wine, they had emptied Suramar's treasured cellars. Every bottle was aged Moonlight Wine from the Eldorei royal court.
Decadent! The evil old society was truly wonderful...
Surrounded and attentively served by a group of Archmage maids, Boss Hu, who had been lonely and solitary for countless years, felt that he had finally had a good time tonight.
From time to time, the graceful bodies beneath those gauze skirts deliberately—or seemingly inadvertently—brushed intimately against Hu Feng's arm. The Archmages, normally so formidable, now all wore delicate, dependent expressions. It greatly satisfied his wildly swelling male ego.
The Highborne attending the banquet began to envy those maids. Among everyone present, only the maids dared speak to the Titan, and judging by the Divine Lord Sarodar's expression, he did not seem opposed to such exchanges. He chatted and laughed with the maids surrounding him.
Whenever the conversation seemed especially pleasant, he even bestowed a trace of divine power upon those maids as their strongest means of self-defense or attack. This made the elves at the banquet even greener with envy.
Why the hell was I born with a dick?
Why the hell had I not run for a maid position?
Still, everyone was relieved at last. It seemed that the Divine Lord was very satisfied with the banquet the Highborne had painstakingly arranged.
"Divine Lord, might your loyal follower Elisande have the honor of offering you a toast?"
When Elisande approached, the Archmage maids all bowed before tactfully withdrawing.
As for Archmage Elisande, aside from Lord Dath'Remar, the other elves were honestly somewhat afraid of her.
She had no family connections whatsoever. Relying solely on her exceptionally studious nature and outstanding potential, she had risen all the way to become an Archmage. Her immense power and harsh, decisive methods had long been well known throughout Suramar.
Strictly speaking, the Highborne did not look very different from ordinary Night Elves. The former merely had more energy tattoos, and the glow in their eyes had become Arcane purple.
Elisande was unusually dressed in a soft-styled gauze gown. Its patterns were intricate and exquisite, gleaming with the same hazy energy light.
"Of course. I've found that elven Moonlight Wine tastes pretty good. It is a little strong, though. I feel a bit floaty right now, hmm..."
Smiling, Hu Feng lightly clinked cups with Elisande, who had knelt down before him, then drained his wine in one gulp. Elisande immediately rose and respectfully refilled the Titan's cup.
Hmm... nice and full...
Boss Hu glanced at the female elf as she bent over to pour him wine.
"It is an honor that you enjoy our elven Moonlight Wine. I simply did not expect Titans to be capable of becoming intoxicated as well."
"I've temporarily sealed off my divine power. If I could not experience anything, wouldn't life be far too dull?"
"You are a wise god. Your understanding of the meaning of life has taught me much," Elisande replied gently, lightly clinking cups with the Titan Divine Lord before her once more.
"Enough. Stop flattering me so mechanically. The Chosen One has communicated with me for so long—don't tell me you still don't know my style?"
Elisande smiled at that, then nodded.
"I understand. You are a god who practices pragmatism and simplicity. However, your attitude toward your followers truly surprises me. I had originally thought gods would keep their followers at a distance, maintaining that lofty air of mystery."
Hu Feng leaned forward slightly and stared at the female elf.
"Because I don't need that. Heretics and the irreverent will die in agony once their magic runs dry. My divine power can effortlessly destroy any city that appears impregnable to you. So I do not need useless mystery or distance to maintain my supreme authority. I am sitting here now. That is authority."
Elisande immediately lowered her head.
"Thank you for your guidance, Divine Lord. The Highborne will never disappoint you."
Hu Feng chuckled. "But then again, being serious regardless of the occasion only drives people away. Besides, whether I am easygoing depends on whom I am dealing with. For devout followers, I do not mind sharing in their pleasures."
"Then... what is your attitude toward me, Divine Lord?"
Elisande raised her head, her expression incomparably gentle.
"Ah... I think we will have plenty to talk about."
Hu Feng smiled again and raised the wine cup in his hand.
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