"If you three need to discuss some academic matters, we can go to the backyard to enjoy the garden scenery on the eve of the festival.
The Spirit Light Flowers there have already started to bloom, quite spectacular."
Eve smiled and nodded:
"Thank you, Franka. We do have some topics we want to discuss. There are specially made magic beverages on the balcony in the backyard, please help yourselves."
Franka gave a slight bow and left the parlor with Ailan and Dale, leaving only Ron, Eve, and Uther.
The atmosphere in the air subtly changed, and Uther's phantom became more solid.
The surrounding silver light began to flow in a complex pattern, forming an invisible veil that blocked any possible spying and interference.
"Since we've mentioned taboos and secrets," Uther's eyes flashed with mystery:
"Tonight, I want to share a story with you. A story of ambition, betrayal, and the truth about the one known as the 'King of Blood.'
