The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

Chapter 348 Invitation Letter

There is a vast mountainous area between the royal city of Ernst and the Lost Forest.

Normally, this place was deserted; after all, no one would venture into the Lost Woods to seek death. However, on this day, countless dazzling and luxurious decorations filled every visible area like sand on the side of the road.

"Hurry, hurry, earth magician, get ready!"

Accompanied by a loud and coordinated shout, a towering and huge palace rose from the ground.

The entire palace is crystal white. Its material is the finest frost jade. Any piece of it is worth a fortune, but now a whole room has been luxuriously built on it.

The people who built it seemed particularly unsatisfied, and were busy like worker bees hanging more decorations on it.

A gorgeous, light red veil billowed in the wind, shrouding the jade-colored ground like a wisp of mist. Clusters of flowers blossomed in every corner of the palace, filling the air with an intoxicating fragrance. As waves of magical power poured in, the palace slowly began to float, and the ground beneath was suddenly covered by a vast expanse of flowing water, forming several transparent stairways.

This water wasn't just any water; it was drawn from Crescent Lake in the Lost Forest. The clear, azure water was breathtakingly beautiful, emitting a powerful surge of magical energy.

The magicians were initially shocked to see it; they had never imagined such a treasure could be hidden in the Lost Forest. But at the same time, they felt it was only natural. After all, this wasn't just any ceremony, but a wedding for the most precious person in the world. He deserved the most precious things in the world.

"Where are the guests' invitations?"

"They've all been sent out! But Lord Sita, according to that lord's request, we've only invited those they know, as well as the royal families of other countries. But there are many others who hope to attend the wedding. How should we arrange for them?"

"Let them sit outside the hall." Sita pointed to the ground nearby.

For the first time, the desolate mountains and plains were bustling with activity. The entire dark surface was quickly adorned with splendor. This vast expanse of land was now a natural seating area.

Just as the subordinate nodded and was about to make arrangements, Xita stopped him and said, "By the way, remember to divide the area into two."

He pressed his temples with a slight headache and said with a wry smile, "After all, this is the first time that both mythical beasts and humans will participate in this event."

It was unprecedented in every sense, and Sita could almost imagine how much trouble would arise if things were not controlled.

However, despite this, the serious executive looked at the empty mountains, a hint of anticipation quietly revealed in his eyes.

Although it was troublesome, the fact that even mythical beasts and humans, who had been enemies for years, could sit together seemed to further confirm that they had once again entered an era of peace.

peace.

After the deaths of countless lives and even the destruction of many countries, this thing that was once so readily available but not cherished has become something that all life urgently desires.

On the other side, in the military camp of the Dawn Empire.

Mo Ya looked at the golden invitation that was personally delivered to him, and he was stunned and stood still.

"Hey, what is this? It's so beautiful! Commander Mo Ya, please open it and let us take a look!"

"It looks like an invitation? What kind of event is it? They even specifically asked someone to deliver it! You're so proud, sir!"

As soon as the messenger left, the subordinates rushed over to surround Mo Ya and started to make a noise. Amid their laughter, Mo Ya's fingers couldn't stop trembling.

The words Chi left before he left on the day the war ended echoed in his mind.

——"See you soon."

——"See you soon."

--"soon."

Mo Ya's fingers suddenly clenched the edge of the invitation letter, and the ferocious expression on his face seemed to be filled with great resentment.

So this is fast!!!

Red!!! You bastard!!!

Xiao Jing is still just a child!!!

And in the more distant Dongli, in the royal palace, the messenger accompanied by the leading guards came all the way to the throne and handed over two invitations.

Wen Xun was about to get up and get it without thinking, but was stopped by the stern old prime minister who coughed.

Chu Zhou stepped forward to take it, opened it, glanced at it, and a gentle smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Wen Xun saw that he had been looking at it for a long time and still didn't give it to him, so he got anxious and deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Have you finished reading it? If you keep doing this efficiency, I can't trust you to do anything."

Chu Zhou looked up at him, but before he could say anything, the ministers around him had already started talking, looking at Wen Xun with disapproval: "Your Majesty! How can you speak to Lord Chu Zhou like this!"

"That's right! Lord Chu Zhou is checking carefully!"

"Don't disturb Master Chu Zhou!"

Wen Xun, who was suddenly scolded, said: "..."

He was silent for a long moment. "Am I the king or is he the king?"

The old prime minister spoke at this moment, his voice old and majestic: "Your Majesty! Although what the officials said is biased, you should indeed correct your attitude. If it were not for the strong support of Lord Chu Zhou, you would not be able to sit in your current position."

After the old king died inexplicably in the palace, Dongli was split into two halves. One half followed the Divine Religion, and the rest remained in the original Dongli.

Although Wen Xun had the old king's will certified, he was still a stranger in the country, and the nobles and common people who remained did not respect him.

It was because Chu Zhou inherited the position of the head of the Chu family by violent means and used the influence of the Chu family to pave the way for him that Wen Xun was able to become king so smoothly.

However, there are obviously follow-up effects.

——For example, at this moment, although Wen Xun is the king, when he faces Chu Zhou, he always has the illusion that the other party is his father.

Wen Xun thought to himself amid the criticism in the room, this is a nightmare.

"Nightmare" himself finally closed the invitation slowly.

Perhaps he noticed that Wen Xun was unhappy, so he intentionally or unintentionally prolonged the action and handed him the thread that made Wen Xun angry to death.

Chu Zhou said, "It's Xiao Jing... Jiang Liu Jing and Chi's wedding invitation. It's for the two of us. Because Dongli is a partner country, he said we can bring an extra group of ministers."

"I knew it was this."

Wen Xun snatched the invitation letter, lowered his head and quickly scanned it all. He was reading it intently when he suddenly felt many burning gazes cast on him.

He looked up: "?"

The young officials who had just criticized him fiercely were now staring at him with eager eyes.

"Jiang Liujing... Is this the name of the reincarnated God of Law?!"

"Is that even a question? Are you a pig? Your Majesty and Lord Chu Zhou were once this gentleman's roommates!"

"Your Majesty! Are there enough spots available at the wedding? Can we all go?"

Wen Xun said, "You guys aren't scolding me anymore?"

The officials looked at each other, and thinking that this position would depend on Wen Xun, they reluctantly said, "If you are willing to take us with you, it's not impossible."

Wen Xun said "Oh" and laughed coldly, "But it's useless if you don't scold me. There are only ten spots. Those who want to go can fight on the spot now. Whoever wins will take me."

officers:"……"

a bolt from the blue.

Chu Zhou cast a confused look at Wen Xun amidst a sudden wail.

Did he miss it?

Why didn’t his invitation letter mention a limit on the number of people?