Ian led Pheobe through the noisy crowd and arrived at the depths of the bar.
There is a counter here that is responsible for processing memberships and accepting tasks. Standing behind the counter is a woman who is 2.5 meters tall, with emerald green skin and two fangs protruding from her lower jaw.
She is a half-orc.
Despite his rugged appearance, this half-orc receptionist wore a well-tailored uniform and behaved surprisingly politely.
"Sir, do you have a VIP card?"
"Yes."
Ian took out a pure black metal card from his pocket and handed it over.
The receptionist took out a strange scanner and scanned the card.
[Dip! Identity verification passed: Supreme Black Card member.]
The half-orc receptionist's eyes lit up instantly, and the professional fake smile on her face immediately turned into sincere flattery - at least that's what it looked like on her fanged face.
She knows very well the value of this card.
In Arcadia, there are only two ways to obtain VIP qualification:
Strength: Must be a strong person at the peak of Fourth Tier (close to Fifth Tier), and must pass strict actual combat tests.
Financial resources: If you are not strong enough, then you must be rich enough. The kind that is extremely rich.
The card Ian obviously belongs to the latter.
"Invite you this way, distinguished guest."
The orc respectfully opened the magic door leading to the VIP area.
Arcadia, VIP rest area.
As soon as you enter the door, you will be cut off from the hustle and bustle. The environment here is elegant and luxurious, and the air is filled with light incense.
More importantly, the people here.
Ian turned on [Eye of True Sight] and glanced around. The dozens of people sitting here, even the waiters, all exuded strong magic waves. There were even a few obscure auras among them, reaching the level of Fifth Tier.
Moreover, the equipment here is also more sophisticated. Many people are wearing enchanted jewelry, and the weapons in their hands also exude the brilliance of high-level magic weapons.
"It seems that this is the high-end circle of this star field." Ian nodded secretly.
However, not long after he came in, Pheobe frowned.
As Half-Veela, she is extremely sensitive to sight. From the moment she stepped here, countless greedy, naked, and primitive desire eyes stuck to her like flies.
Even in this place where different races are mixed, Pheobe's beauty that transcends racial aesthetics is still nuclear bomb level.
"Humph."
Pheobe snorted coldly. She is not a weak vase.
[Veela Bloodline·Charming Halo], full power on.
Buzz--
An invisible mental ripple spread instantly.
The eyes of the mercenaries (mainly Third Tier and Fourth Tier) who originally stared at her with lustful eyes suddenly became blurred. Their desires were forcibly twisted into fanatical worship.
Immediately afterwards, a strange scene happened.
As if they were hypnotized, these people pulled out the daggers or pistols from their waists and pointed them at their throats or temples. With happy smiles like martyrs on their faces, they were ready to sacrifice their lives for the goddess.
"That's enough."
Just a second before the blood was about to splash, Pheobe withdrew the charm.
The mercenaries woke up suddenly. Looking at the weapons pressed against their necks, they were so frightened that they broke out in cold sweat and dropped the weapons in their hands.
fear.
Deep fear replaced desire.
If the woman just wanted to kill them, they would be corpses now.
"What a terrifying Mind Control..." In the corner, several Fifth Tier experts also showed fearful looks, "Could it be the legendary Succubus Bloodline?"
After all this fuss, no one dared to look at Pheobe again.
Ian stood by and smiled without saying a word. He enjoyed this sense of accomplishment that "my woman is very strong".
"Let's go, our box is inside."
The two of them walked through the hall and prepared to go to the reserved private box.
However, they were stopped again on the way.
This time the person blocking the road was not a lecher, but a...Dwarves.
This Dwarves is less than 1.2 meters tall, with messy red hair and a long braided beard that reaches to his feet. He exudes a strong smell of alcohol and engine oil, and is staring at Ian...'s fingers with wide eyes.
To be precise, he was staring at the seemingly ordinary silver ring on Ian's hand.
"Can I see your ring?"
Dwarves rushed directly in front of Ian, completely ignoring politeness, and his tone was full of the unique enthusiasm of a craftsman.
Ian opened [Malice Detection], and after confirming that the other party was not hostile, he took off the ring and handed it over with some curiosity.
This is a space ring he made during his early training.
Dwarves took the ring and took out a magnifying glass to look at it carefully.
"Unbelievable..."
He murmured to himself as he watched, "Although the material is just ordinary Mithril, the purification process is perfect. This kind of molecular-level arrangement... how did you do it?"
"Moreover, this enchantment technique..."
Dwarves's eyes are getting brighter and brighter, and he can even see the brilliance of Blink's runes inside, "This circuit structure... is neither the natural style of elves nor the rune style of our Dwarves. This is a brand new and more efficient system!"
Although this ring does not use Ian's latest [Microscopic Inscription] technology, the design concept of even his early works far exceeds that of most enchanters in this universe.
"This is much better than the garbage made by those long-eared elves!"
Dwarves shouted excitedly.
This throat is like pouring a ladle of water into boiling oil.
"Smelly dwarf, what did you say?!"
A cold and Wrath voice sounded.
The crowd parted, and a slender figure stepped out.
That's an elf.
He is tall and tall, with an almost monster-like handsome face, and carries a long bow emitting green fluorescence on his back. The most eye-catching thing is naturally his pair of iconic pointed ears.
"Did I say something wrong?"
Dwarves stared back without showing any signs of weakness, waving the ring in his hand, "You elves always boast that your enchantments are the best in the world, but look at this! The beauty of this structure and the utilization of energy are ten thousand times better than your flashy patterns!"
"What do you know?"
The elf sneered, his tone full of arrogance, "The enchantment of our elves is art and resonance with nature. And this..."
He glanced at the ring and said, "It's just some kind of poor mechanical imitation."
Seeing that these two feuding races were about to fight in the bar, Ian had to step in.
"Two, two."
Ian stood between the two of them, with a warm smile on his face, "This is not the place for debate. Moreover, as the maker of this ring, I don't like others to belittle my work."
As soon as this statement came out, the eyes of the audience were once again focused on Ian.
[Alchemy division].
In this universe, this is a group of beings with a very high status. Because no matter which civilization, they need powerful weapons and equipment. A top Alchemy division is enough to become a guest of any force.
Dwarves immediately changed his expression and looked at Ian with admiration. "Master! Did you really do this? Can you teach me? I can pay! Or work for you!"
The elf looked suspicious.
Ian There is no nonsense. He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed a hold of the long bow behind the elf.
[Summoning Charm].
The elf only felt a light touch on his back, and the long bow that he valued as life was already in Ian's hands.
"You!" The elf was shocked and pulled out two daggers with his backhand.
"Don't be nervous, just appreciate it."
Countless Arcane Runess lit up in Ian's pupils.
[Alchemical Eye·Analysis].
In Ian's field of vision, the secret of this bow is invisible.
"The main body is made of some unknown magic wood, and its toughness exceeds that of special steel. The bow string is the tendon of some high-level magical beast..."
"As for enchantment..."
Ian injects a trace of magic power into the bow body.
Buzz!
The long bow made a clear sound, and a will to resist came.
"Interesting." Ian raised his lips slightly, "This bow... actually has a weapon spirit?"
Upon hearing these words, the elf's expression completely changed.
This is their Elves most advanced enchanting secret--[Living Enchantment]. How could this human being see through it at a glance?
"It seems that this bar trip is much more interesting than I thought."
Ian played with the long bow in his hand and looked at the elf who had entered the fighting state. A hint of the light of a hunter seeing his prey flashed in his eyes.
"Maybe we can make a deal?"