The Mage, gradually stiffening under the countless elven fingers pointing at him from below, soon perked up as if he had received some instruction.
It seems that Kelben, hidden behind, couldn't hold back any longer.
"Esteemed and elegant kin..."
"Who's he talking about?"
"Idiot, elves are nicknamed what? 'Elegant kin'!"
The live broadcast carried comments that made it hard not to chuckle.
But the key point was that it wasn't just a few people discussing this, the floating Mage had barely started speaking when he was interrupted by a massive wave of noise from below, and he looked around, clueless.
No one offered clarification.
In the end, he might have felt that the elves were not satisfied with him hovering aloft, but since he didn't know how to engage in direct dialogue with all of them, he simply landed on the roof of a two-story building nearby.
The flustered actions turned away the heads of a few Mages who were watching from the side.
