151: Chapter 2 Feilengcui Lord_1 151: Chapter 2 Feilengcui Lord_1 The dress of the nobles struck Liu with a mix of awe, envy, and jealousy, especially the dazzling array of jewelry casually draped around the noble ladies, which left him quite dazzled.
Feeling a bit guilty, Liu realized that the three girls who had been following him didn’t even have a single decent piece of jewelry.
As for the Pigiel and Orephin tribal officers in the armies, they were also eye-catching.
Dressed in neat, excellent chainmail and donning the latest fashionable dark-green capes, they radiated an aura of valor and pride, clearly epitomizing the elegance of the big cities.
The massive Elephant Warriors were too bulky for chairs to support.
Their seating was carved out of huge tree stumps.
Four Fox Tribe servants grunted as they carried a large oak wine barrel into the hall, with the lifting ropes pulled taut.
As they passed by one of the Elephant Warriors, the Orephin officer single-handedly lifted the massive wine barrel onto the table. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on ɴovelfire.net
The servants respectfully bowed in gratitude and used a cone-shaped drill to open the barrel lid.
A rich aroma of wine instantly filled the entire hall.
“Gentlemen, respected priests and Holy Temple Knights!” The Governor rang a silver bell next to him.
With a clear “ding” sound, the hall immediately fell silent except for the sound of wine being carefully ladled out by the servants.
“Today, I am honored to invite our future star of the Fox Tribe, Miss Helen Lina, the Komodo War Behemoth priestess who emerged after the Heigar battle, to attend my banquet.” The governor politely nodded to Helen with a restrained smile, “She is not just the pride of the temple but also the pride of our Fawkes Fox Tribe.”
Applause resounded instantly.
Prince Richard clapped with particular enthusiasm.
“A toast to the beautiful Helen.” The governor lifted his golden goblet, filled with glistening red wine.
Excluding the Holy Temple Knights who drank clear water, everyone else raised their wine glasses.
After taking a sip, they wiped their mouths with white napkins.
Liu, who was seated at the farthest end, gulped down all the wine in his glass in one go and belched loudly.
“Drink slowly, my lord.
This is Langue Fée, a seventy-year-old tree wine from Bordeaux, which has been stored in the cellar for ten years.” The servant next to him kindly said, before refilling his glass.
“It’s not as tasty as the wine brewed by the Halfling Hobbits in my hometown.” Liu smacked his lips.
What a big talker, the servant silently muttered, smiling at Liu.
Caviar, foie gras, smoked salmon, baked snails – dishes steaming with heat were served on silver platters and placed unceasingly in front of each guest.
“My chef is from France, a human country famous for its delicacies, just as it is for its swordsmen.
Please do try the food from this human land.” The governor said proudly.
“Here’s to your health!” All the guests present raised their glasses to this distinguished chief officer of the Northeast Province.
Liu moved a plate of baked snails onto the floor.
Guoguo and Katusha immediately circled around, crunching crunching noisily as they ate.
Under the guidance of the governor’s servants, a group of scantily clad human women entered the hall.
These women wore half face-veils that were very light and thin, just enough to subtly hint at their coquettish charm.
Their eyes were teeming with passion.
After bowing to the governor, they danced to the lovely music of the piano, their dance filled with exotic charm.
Their belly buttons, coated with shiny scales, were even more tantalizing than beautiful serpents.
Even the Holy Temple Knights, along with all the men dining, squinted their eyes to watch these desert dancers, struggling to hide the touch of greed in their eyes.
Occasionally, a low grunt was heard.
That was the sound of a noble lady subtly pinching her husband under the table.
“Desert People?” Helen was surprised.
“You have a good eye.” Governor Rosenborg said proudly, “These desert women were high-priced slaves that I purchased from the Dorottian slave market.
Each one cost me thousands of gold coins.”
With a sorrowful look in her eyes, Helen couldn’t help but be reminded of the tragedy of Maple Leaf Village.
The grisly details flooded into her mind.
The little fox lowered her head, her shoulders quivering slightly.
She was trying her best to control her fluctuating emotions.
Suddenly, Liu found the food in front of him tasteless.
Looking at the grandees engaged in loud conversation, he felt his heart suddenly filled with something.
A few high-ranking nobles in attendance bragged about the prized slaves they’d purchased this year.
Some boasted of buying a half-elf, while others were proud of buying a fallen human noble lady.
One of the Fawkes nobles, a member of the Political and Legal Bureau, was even more excessive, claiming to have bought a female Giant Mountain slave.
Helen clearly couldn’t fit into this conversation.
She quietly sipped her asparagus soup while the surrounding noble lords boasted loudly.
“Miss Helen, to which family do you currently pledge your allegiance?” Noticing Helen had been silent for some time, the governor kindly asked.