Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2884: 1579: Doubt and Surprise

At the end of the lively street, a massive castle looms, entwined with colorful vines and studded with radiant magic blossoms, much like a gigantic flower basket.

Even though plants cover the buildings, akin to numerous forgotten ancient ruins, this castle shows no signs of decay or age; instead, it radiates a vibrant artistic charm.

Observing this castle that pulses with profound artistry, Leo Ray gave a subtle nod.

From the pristine roads and flower gardens along the path, to the castle ahead, and even the Protective City River that Lila had described before, everything clearly receives meticulous care.

Furthermore, the city's structures stand fully restored, many freshly painted with costly magic coatings—a sure indicator of wealth; otherwise, who would bother with such upkeep? Especially with the joyful locals bustling about, laden with packages of all sizes.

However, as everyone pondered before, even if the Deerman abruptly acquired massive resources, escaping the Broken Wing King's tyranny, doesn't this transformation seem excessively complete? There's zero trace of past ruin.

And based on reports from Lila, Hollis, and the rest, the Deerman endured a brutal famine just recently.

“Could it be that the Deerman faked the famine rumors, actually untouched by the Broken Wing King’s looting?”

“No, that doesn't hold. Lila came here years back, and the filthy, weed-choked Protective City River proved the place was truly dilapidated then.”

“Plus, even if the Deerman concealed their riches, would they flaunt it so openly? No angle makes this feel normal—it's downright odd.”

Leo Ray's brow furrowed lightly as thoughts whirled in his head.

Beyond that, the enigmatic shadow from earlier matched this pattern. The Deerman's actions suggested no desire to block us; they flung open the gates in welcome.

If that shadow truly aimed to caution us, it couldn't have come from Deerman leaders. Then who cast that shadow? Why appear on purpose? And what lay behind that faint whisper?

One more vital detail: both the gate guards and the guiding Deerman elder display excessive carelessness, which breeds suspicion instead.

“The deeper I delve, the stranger Moon Shadow City appears—thriving beyond belief yet oddly unsettling, though I can't yet identify the flaw.”

Harboring these musings, Leo Ray sharpened his vigilance further.

Even the merry chatter from surrounding Deerman now carried an uncanny edge.

Leo Ray wasn't alone; his powerful allies mirrored his caution, gazes piercing, fully on guard— a sharp departure from the vibrant, carefree throng nearby.

“For classic Deerman treats, nothing tops the Starfall Sect cuisine of our Moon Shadow Deer People. That roasted crisp skin paired with fresh jam delivers a sweet, crunchy delight you'll never forget.”

The Deerman elder kept raving about Deerman specialties, brimming with enthusiasm.

Soon enough, spotting no easing in Leo Ray and his group's tension, he boasted, “Hehe, esteemed guests, relax! As you've witnessed, Moon Shadow Deer People brim with riches and want for naught. We'll treat you royally—savor it without worry.”

“We thank Grand Elder for the hospitality, yet our visit isn't for feasts this time.”

After a quick look at Leo Ray, Lila ventured, “We carry urgent business for the Deerman Lord Clan Leader. Please, Elder, set up an audience at once.”

“Hehe, can't urgent business wait for a fine meal first?”

The elder Deerman, smile unwavering, responded, “As I said, the Clan Leader hosts a banquet. Trail me to the Banquet Hall, and you'll meet him there.”

“But we're hardly in the mood for banquets right now.”

Lila's brow creased as she spoke out.

As Stone Giant Clan Chief, Lila knew full well this clash with the Broken Wing King could erupt into savage combat; his overwhelming power and brutal tactics were legendary among second-tier forces lately, bolstered by his hoarded treasures.

Even united with numerous allies, victory wasn't assured—far less against potential backing from top-tier Winged Race?

One misstep, and doom swallows us whole. Amid such peril, who has time for revelry?

“Lord Stone Giant Clan Chief, no matter how pressing the important matters, shouldn’t they hold off until after the feast?”

A subtle dimming touched the Deerman elder’s smile as he echoed his earlier statement.