SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

By the time Kent came back, Fatty sat alone in the corner of the front seats. Ignoring the guests, Fatty had already begun eating the deserts specially made for the occasion. Usually, the food will be served after the ceremony is completed. But Fatty, who didn't like this wedding in the first place, completely focused on filling his stomach.

Meanwhile, the two ladies mingled with the group of friends, discussing the beautiful decorations and things other women wore to the party.

Kent silently reached Fatty and sat beside him. The ceremony continued on the stage, where only Spurgeon stood before the ceremonial fire. The priest continued to chant mantras. Almost everyone is waiting for the arrival of the bride.

"Where did you go, master?" Fatty asked in a muffled tone as his mouth filled with sweets.

"I went to see the decorations. Did I miss anything?" Kent asked in a calm tone.

"You did a good thing, master. I'm really bored to see the dumb face of my cousin." Fatty replied in a dissatisfied tone as he looked at Spurgeon, who was adding incense powder to the ritual fire.

"By the way, where is Lana? Isn't it too late already?" Kent asked casually while leaning back on the chair.

"The bride usually comes late. Maybe she is taking more time for decorations." Fatty replied before picking up the wine glass.

Just as Fatty finished speaking, a beautifully decorated golden palanquin entered the Holy Plaza, capturing the attention of everyone present. Four bulky servants, clad in ritual clothes, carried the palanquin with a steady, practiced grace.

The palanquin, covered on all sides, held Lady Lana within, adorned in her royal bride attire. As it made its way towards the ritual ground, the crowd hurriedly gathered on both sides of the path, eager to witness the proceedings. Whispers of awe and admiration filled the air, anticipation growing with each step.

When the palanquin reached the ritual ground, the four servants kneeled down, balancing the palanquin with the utmost care. The crowd held its breath as Lady Lana stepped out, a shy smile gracing her lips. She shimmered in her long white robes, appearing like an angel in a flowing, ethereal dress.

Gasps of admiration rippled through the crowd. "She looks like a goddess," someone whispered.

"An angel descended from the heavens," another murmured.

Lana's radiant beauty captivated everyone, but soon, their attention shifted to the golden goose she held dearly in her arms. It sat nestled in her hands like a cherished treasure. Kent's eyes flickered with curiosity and recognition as he stared at the golden goose, which sat like an egg-laying chicken, calm and serene.

"The Golden Goose!" Kent muttered to himself, his mind racing with possibilities.

Accompanied by her parents, Daren and Ada Silver, Lana proceeded onto the stage. Her father, Daren, stood tall and proud, his eyes shining with pride. Ada, her mother, held Lana's hand, guiding her with a gentle, reassuring touch.

As Lana stood before the ritual fire, opposite Spurgeon, the preacher began preparation for the engagement ceremony.

Under the watchful eyes of a hundred thousand people, the ceremony continued without any obstacles. As the Silver Sword sat in the chief guest seat, no one dared to cross the line and move forward.

One by one, the preachers added, and their mantras sounded loudly through the ceremonial ground. Many servants were supplying good wine to the spectators with joyful smiles.

Suddenly a beautiful servant, holding a large set of wine glasses, approached the front row, where fatty was enjoying a delicious meal.

"Young master, please have the honey bee wine specially brewed for this occasion." The servant leaned before Fatty, exposing her big chest.

Swallowing hard, Fatty picked up a glass. The lady next moved onto Kent. "Young master, please taste this marvellous wine." The lady said in a sweet tone while staring into Kent's eyes.

Kent, who is seriously observing the ritual process, picked up the glass without much thought. If he had seen that lady servant's look, Kent could have avoided this mistake. With a broad smile, the lady hurriedly left the crowd.

While glancing at the preacher, who is handing over the ritual clothes to Lana, Kent took a small sip of the wine. Just as he swallowed a bit, his eyes went wide in surprise.

"Aphrodisiac…"

"Damn… Which bastard gave me happy poison?" Kent hurriedly put down the wine glass and got up from his seat.

"Master, where are you going?" Fatty called out in a loud tone. But Kent had already vanished into the crowd.

Larry, who was observing Kent from a long distance while hiding among the servants, felt perplexed by the sudden movement of Kent.

"How did he find out?" Larry muttered in a shocked tone. With Kent's reaction, Larry understood that Kent had already found out about the aphrodisiac. But he did not understand how Kent found out in such a short time.

"Damn… I spent a fortune on this. How could it fail?" Larry gritted his teeth.

On the other side, Kent already began feeling the effects of aphrodisiac. His face was slowly turning red, and sweat began pouring all over his body.

Even though his body can resist poison with the help of phoenix blood, the aphrodisiac is not a poison. Larry thought Kent would behave like a lustful animal in front of all the guests and anger the two big families in the city. But he never expected Kent to find out with a single gulp and distance from the crowd.

Larry, who is searching the crowd to find Kent, didn't notice the fierce eyes looking at him from behind. Suddenly, Kent appeared behind Larry and put his arm over his shoulder. Using his aura, Kent suppressed Larry and dragged him away from the crowd without alerting anyone.

"Phat…"

A loud slap fell on Larry's cheeks as Kent lifted him against the wall and slapped him with his other hand. Larry almost peed in his pants as his body began shaking like a vibrator.

"Phat"

Another slap fell before Larry could realise what was happening.

"Tell me the name of the aphrodisiac." Kent asked with a murderous look.

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