970 Leaders of Yrniel 2

"Oi, shorty, shut the hell up if you don't want me to kick you away like the ball you are."

Arion, of course, didn't care about how good of a blacksmith Durgan was. He just retorted and even used the taboo word.

Durgan glared at Arion.

"What are you looking at huh? Honestly, I kind of feel bad for your neck since it would be strained from looking up all the time. You just rest more, shorty."

"Pfftt!"

One of the Tigerkin standing behind Arion laughed out loud.

"…"

The other people turned silent.

This… this could be bad…

"You are really trying your best to not get any more artifacts for your City, aren't you?" Durgan commented.

"Are you threatening me?" Arion narrowed his eyes.

"So what if I am, shithead?" Durgan wasn't scared.

The two Divine Stage Cultivators glared at each other, and this time, even Alaric and other Divine Stage Cultivators were alarmed.

The last thing they wanted to a fight was to break out.

Just as Alaric was about to step in, a wide smile appeared on Arion's face and he brought out a paper,: owner of this content.

"Hahaha! I was waiting for that you pipsqueak! Here! See this! You can't cut the artifact supplies even if you wanted to!"

Arion laughed out loud. He had a contract signed with the Dwarves, a contract stating a steady flow of supplies for the next 10,000 years.

"So you have a contract…" Durgan muttered.

"How is that huh!? By the time the tenure mentioned in this contract is over, your old short bones would have already turned into dust! Hahaha! There is nothing you can do against me now!"

"Hmmm. I don't see any deal clause that ensures the quality of the Artifacts." While Arion was laughing and flaunting the contract in his hand, Durgan commented.

"Huh?" Arion's expression changed.

"We shall have a good talk about this later, Arion." Durgan commented as he then turned towards Alaric and, "Shall we leave now?"

"Oi Oi Oi, Shorty! You know I was just joking, right? I wasn't serious!" Arion rushed towards Durgan and grabbed his shoulders.

This time, a small, arrogant smile appeared on Durgan's face. "What can I do? I am just a shorty, after all."

"Oii!!"

"Heh, I never get bored of seeing you guys." Arcturus laughed.

Alaric just shook his head.

"Lord Alaric, are we not leaving yet?" Lyriana questioned with a calm look on her face.

"Well, ther-"

Alaric was about to answer, but then, the artifact in his eyes shined,

"They are here."

He commented as he glanced at the Teleportation Circle in front of him. The Circle shined and a few more figures appeared. They were the representatives of the Humans. The Emperors of the three Human Empires and their people.I think you should take a look at

"Right, I completely forgot they existed," Lyriana commented as she glanced at the Humans.

It was clear from her comment that Elves and Humans didn't have a very good relationship.

"Heh, you are just getting older, Lyriana. Admit it and just find yourself a coffin." Argus Zhephyrion, the Emperor of the Zhephyrion Empire replied as he glanced at Lyriana.

Argus was a blonde man with blue eyes and a strict face. Hearing Lyriana's words, he couldn't hold himself back and retorted.

"Can't believe you still cannot defeat this 'old woman'. Your people must be disappointed. Oh, wait, I forgot, your people are a disappointment themselves." Lyriana shot back.

"Right, we are the disappointment, after all, we are the ones hiding deep in the forest while other races ruled the mainland." Draven Celestria, the Emperor of the Celestria Empire, commented with a calm look on his face. He was a white-haired man with silver eyes, from his calm expression, he gave off a mysterious vibe.

"Funny how the people 'ruling' the mainland doesn't have the balls to come into the forest and still dare to say that we are 'hiding'. Well, what did I even expect."

"At least my people don't have to leave their 'forest' because we cannot provide for them." A woman with long blue hair and blue eyes commented.

She was Aurelian Stillwalker, the Empress of the Empire of Eternity.

"Please, Humans are the last race that could comment about something like that. There are some of you in every part of the world, don't even get me started. If you gather all the humans in your three 'Kingdoms', then let alone provide for them all, even running your empires would be difficult within a few centuries."

"Oh ye-"

"Alright, that's enough."

Suddenly, Arcturus spoke up.

As much as he was enjoying all of this, they were not alone. Bantering like this in front of their people, although these people are their family members and their most trusted subordinates, doing something like this was shameful.

Arcturus wouldn't allow such unsightly behavior any longer.

Seeing that they were acting out, Lyriana and the three Human Emperors turned silent. Arcturus then turned towards Alaric and nodded. Alaric nodded back, then suddenly, the Teleportation Circle shined again.

"Hmm? Who is it this time?" Arcturus frowned in confusion.

Everyone was already here.

"Who else got a direct invite?" Durgan questioned with a curious on his face.

The Marriage was organized by the Royal Family of the Blood Kingdom, although anyone could attend the first event and join in the celebrations, there were only a few people who received a direct invitation.

And of course, no normal person could 'direct invite', since all the people who could receive the direct invite were already there, seeing that they were waiting for someone else, Durgan and the others were curious about who that person was.

"It's the people from the Groom's side," Alaric replied with a slight smile on his face.

With curiosity shining in their eyes, the leaders glanced at the teleportation circle then, Pyrax frowned.

"Eisheth?" He called.

"It has been a while, Lord Pyrax." The succubus queen replied with a playful smile on her face.

Yes, even in front of the world leaders, Eisheth didn't lose her confidence and smiled playfully.

Eisheth then glanced and bowed towards other Demon Leaders from the 5 Strongest Demon States, then, she turned towards Alaric and,

"Greetings, Lord Alaric."

Alaric nodded with a slight smile on his face.

Then, his eyes fell on the woman who had piqued his curiosity as soon as she had appeared.

"Greetings, Lord Alaric. I apologize in my father's stead since he couldn't attend the marriage, he has suffered grave injuries from his recent battle so I, as his Successor, came in his stead."

Rune bowed her head and greeted respectfully.