The incident began with a youth of light green hair approaching with a wine glass in hand.
Originally, his path had nothing to do with Anvis, but as he passed by Anvis, the youth’s stride suddenly stumbled without any warning.
As a result, part of the dark red wine in the glass splashed out violently, spilling towards Anvis’s back.
However, the wine had barely left the glass when it seemed to lose gravity and hung still in mid-air, the glinting dark red droplets refracting the crystal chandelier’s radiance, like beautiful gemstones.
Frozen in place along with the wine was the youth who appeared to be on the verge of falling.
After intentionally staggering, the youth who intended to regain his stance suddenly felt his feet really slip, completely losing his balance.
At the same time, he felt his entire spiritual power instantly immobilized, unable to be mobilized. He waved his arms futilely, about to fall forward decidedly.
However, at the moment he was about to fall, his body was also tilted and fixed in mid-air.
Subsequently, under the influence of an invisible force, the youth’s body was righted, and the spilled wine also returned to his glass, creating a small whirlpool.
"Please watch your step, sir, even carpeting does not guarantee safety, and do not ’trip’ again,"
After steadying him with spiritual power, Anvis turned around, wearing a warm smile, looking into the youth’s light green eyes, gently patting his shoulder with a raised hand.
"Th-thank you very much for your help, sir..."
After regaining his footing, the youth stammered his thanks to Anvis, then hurriedly made his way into the crowd, not daring to meet Anvis’s gaze again.
He himself possessed Intermediate Second Rank strength, and for Anvis, with an initial Third Rank tier, to completely seal his spiritual power, his true combat strength must have reached near the Fourth Rank!
Seeing the youth’s embarrassed appearance, some other interested parties hesitated for a moment, weighing their own strength and covertly comparing it to that youth’s.
This was exactly the effect Anvis intended to achieve, showing part of his strength as a warning to those insufficient in power that there was no need to continue to harass him.
At the same time, several individuals conversing with him also appeared slightly surprised by the scene, but it wasn’t particularly unexpected to them.
After all, he was a descendant of Duke Carrot; it would be abnormal if he wasn’t strong.
The recent incident temporarily quieted the area around Anvis, but it was only a brief calm before another turn of events occurred.
"Excuse me, please step aside, sir."
A somewhat sharp voice sounded from behind.
Anvis turned around and saw a youth with brown hair and golden eyes, slightly slender, with a pair of narrow eyes.
He was dressed in a slightly flamboyant royal blue frock coat, embellished with gold, rubies, and emeralds; though equally lavish, it accentuated a nouveau riche quality in the bearer.
Despite facing Anvis, the newcomer still held his head high like a proud rooster, appearing somewhat arrogant.
Additionally, when close enough, one could sense the faint aura of his Third Rank Limit strength emanating from him.
After a brief observation, Anvis took two steps to the side, clearing the direction towards the long table.
"Excuse me, may I pass once more, sir—"
But the young man did not stop there; after casually taking some caviar, he turned around, once again deliberately moving towards Anvis, his golden brown eyes glancing at him with a provocative look.
Anvis’s brow furrowed slightly; he was now certain that this seemed to be yet another test.
The surrounding gazes immediately focused on him, with many wondering how Anvis would respond to such a provocation.
All his elder brothers had experienced this scene before.
And now, it was his turn—
Facing the youth’s provocation, Anvis fell silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.
"Your Excellency, may I interpret this as a provocation towards me?"
"Why would you think that, sir?"
The young man spoke arrogantly, with an air of invincibility.
"It’s just that your standing position inconveniently blocks my way—that’s all. So, could you kindly make way?"
He had already received hints from the Seventh Prince; all he needed to do was to find a way to test Anvis. Following that, the Seventh Prince’s forces would shield him from any issues and reward him with abundant resources in return.
"You are quite presumptuous, and you see my tolerance as capital for your insolence."
Anvis responded with a tone untouched by emotion.
"Of course, I can somewhat understand your behavior. After all, a dog led by someone always seems to bark more fiercely.
But tonight, the host of this banquet is His Highness the Seventh Prince. Should I take it that you are not even considering His Highness in your actions by causing trouble before the banquet formally begins?"
This string of retorts from Anvis left the young man speechless, his face flushed red, at a loss for a comeback.
"Announcing the arrival of the Empire’s Seventh Prince—"
At that moment, the servants suddenly announced.
A tall figure wearing a pure black suit with gold trim and a similarly styled cravat appeared at the top of the staircase, and a striking black gemstone was pinned to his chest.
He was the organizer of this feast, the Empire’s Seventh Prince, Ville Luo Augustine.
"Welcome to you, Lord Olivendi—how do you find the surroundings here?"
After taking in the situation in the banquet hall, Prince Ville approached, greeting Anvis with elegant manners, simultaneously easing the young man’s awkward predicament.
The Seventh Prince had eyes black as the night and the Royal Family’s distinct dark purple hair, a hue inherited from his mother, Princess Wanaya, the sixth daughter of Marquis Beixi.
"An honor to meet you, Prince Augustine,"
Anvis replied with a smile, performing a courteous gesture to the Prince, not bothering with the young man any further, allowing him to sneak away into the crowd.
Meanwhile, he rapidly recalled information regarding the Seventh Prince.
Prince Ville was a steadfast member of the Conservative Party, fond of luxurious displays and recalcitrant against all reforms and changes, and he possessed a strong drive for conquest and ambition.
In a past life during the Empire’s turmoil, he often personally led the troops to quell rebellions within his domain.
"I know of you, Lord Anvis; I’ve long been aware of some of your feats."
The Prince gave him a slight nod.
"Just freshly enrolled, you managed to decipher the Mysterious System’s Mysterious Objects, acquired the majority of the Cursed Land on the market, and created the Curse Flying Dragon trade that’s wildly popular across the Continent..."
Counting off the well-known deeds associated with Anvis one by one, the Seventh Prince’s tone shifted subtly towards the end.
"Moreover, I’ve heard that you’ve recently established a foreigner organization?"
Anvis immediately grasped the Prince’s insinuation. Currently, founding a foreigner organization was not well-regarded among Nobles but rather seen as a synonym for a wild fancy.
"Just an experiment."
Anvis laughed lightly, nodding in acknowledgment.
"I heard that establishing a foreigner organization is challenging, so I wanted to give it a try."