Chapter 61: The Fool of the Mage Association Falls in Love with an Elf_2

"Eight o'clock."

"It's only 7 o'clock now! How could someone arrive a whole hour early."

Attending a banquet early, no matter which world one is in, is never a commendable act; it's usually seen as rude.

Hill saw a mage hurriedly running out of the Magic Tower, probably the only one who had changed into his outfit. There were supposed to be several mages standing at the entrance to welcome guests together.

As expected, while he stood at the door exchanging pleasantries with someone alighting from a carriage, several more people rushed out in a fluster.

Those greeting guests usually grab something to eat before the banquet starts, freshen up, and then dress up.

This early arrival today caught everyone off guard.

Hill looked down at Adrian, walking from the Magic Tower toward the White Tower, with an unpleasant look on his face, clearly annoyed.

"Who is that, Grandfather?" Hill was curious.

"From the Mage Association." Fran kept watching, his brow also furrowing.