Before entering the inn, Lucien took off his magic badge and only kept his four-star arcana badge on his chest. Then he put on a pair of wire-rimmed glasses that he bought in Allyn for disguise. He felt concerned that Patrick Hoffenberg might have already recognized him, so he wanted to be more careful now. Better late than never.
The fine metal chain of the glasses was now hanging beside Lucien’s somewhat angular face.
Adjusting his bow tie slightly, Lucien went into Dragon Root Inn confidently, in a steady pace.
...
Sunlight came into the inn through the windows. Everything looked quiet and radiant.
Two blond, beautiful elven druids, one male and one female, were right now sitting on the couch in the corner, waiting for the sorcerer from the Congress of Magic, and they were surrounded by several pretty elven guards and maids.
There were no other guests there, just the owner of the inn and servants.
