"Oh! Dragon God! This barbecue is so delicious! I would be willing to die for it!" Lance said vaguely while chewing the roasted venison with spices.
"It seems that there is another person who is conquered by my cooking skills!" Roland smiled. He was so happy today that he cooked for his baron himself.
"By the way! Your Highness? Why are you still living in a tent? The castle hasn't been renovated yet?" Lance suddenly asked a very heartbreaking question.
"Um...it's not a lack of manpower. In order to have sufficient food reserves for the winter, I simply can't arrange for craftsmen to repair and expand the castle. In fact, it has been suspended for about half a month!" Roland rubbed his hands awkwardly and blushed rarely. However, it was not obvious under the firelight in the night. Only Nyx, who was close to him, keenly sensed Roland's embarrassment. However, she didn't say anything, just laughed softly a few times.
"Um... well, you are such a kind king! Come! Cheers to your health!" Lance, who had drunk a little too much beer, was now a little tipsy. He raised the silver cup filled with beer in a daze and raised it to Roland from a distance as a sign of respect.
As the banquet progressed, Roland discovered that Lance, the usually elegant and noble aristocrat, was actually a real loser at the table.
"Awesome! Amazing! You drank like this after just a few beers? Even if you had two peanuts, you wouldn't drink like this..." Roland was reminiscing about the fried peanuts he used to eat with his drinks while "praising" Lance's alcohol tolerance.
"Um... Lance, you're a little drunk. Let me take you back to rest." Marcus looked at Lance, who had the potential to embarrass himself, and quickly grabbed him.
"Your Highness, I will send him back to rest first. Please excuse us from leaving! Sorry everyone!" Marcus politely apologized to everyone and prepared to help Lance leave.
"Marcus! Let me go! I'm not drunk! I'm still sober! I propose a toast to the happiness of the two princes!" Lance pushed Marcus' hand away and raised his glass. After hearing this, even Marcus could only obediently raise his glass. After all, the toast was for the happiness of the two princes, and no one could refuse this proposal.
"Okay, we have already blessed the two princes, it's time to go!" Marcus saw that this guy was already getting drunk. If he was not taken away, only the Dragon God would know what shocking words he would say next.
"Your Highnesses, Your Excellencies, I propose a toast to the prosperity of Lagrande!" Lance raised his glass again with lightning speed, his hand so fast that even Marcus, who was one level higher than him, couldn't stop him.
"Um... Cheers to the prosperity of Lagrande!" Marcus raised his glass helplessly with everyone else.
"Cheers to the health and intelligence of your two princes' children!" Lance, who had completely let himself go, stood up and raised his glass and shouted.
"Oh! Dragon God!" Marcus covered his eyes helplessly. He really couldn't save this colleague who usually had the best relationship with him today. Is this a large-scale social death scene?
"Baron Lance, isn't this a bit too advanced?" Roland asked cautiously as he looked at the staggering Lance, fearing that this guy would get drunk and hit him on the head.
"For the noble and elegant body of the beautiful Grand Duke Nyx..." Lance raised his glass and was about to say something else, but Marcus and Apophis Breo beside him covered his mouth at lightning speed. Fortunately, he was not allowed to finish his words, otherwise he would have been guilty of a serious crime.
Apophis Breo and Marcus exchanged a glance, each seeing the lingering fear in the other's eyes. Dragon God! If Lance had really finished what he said, King Roland would probably have chopped him off right then and there.
"Cough cough cough~" Roland was choked by Lance's words. Although he didn't finish his words, Roland already clearly understood what this guy wanted to express... He is looking for death!
"Your Highness!" Nyx patted Roland's back with concern.
"Snap!" Renault stabbed the restless Lansdon into silence.
"Your Highness, let me send him back to rest first..." Renault said awkwardly. The smart and wise Renault also understood the meaning behind it. He was afraid that if Lance was left here to embarrass himself, King Roland would definitely kill this kid. God knows what shocking things he would say next.
"Well, he's drunk too much. Let him have a good rest!" Roland was very generous and didn't want to argue with him about the embarrassing words he said when he was drunk. He just ordered Renault to send him back quickly. Otherwise, Roland was afraid that he would not be able to help but chop him if he said a few more words.
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"Ah~ It hurts! Who attacked me?" Lance climbed out of bed at noon the next day. The hangover and Renault's knife attack made him extremely painful.
"I should be attending His Highness's party. Why am I back? Ugh! It hurts!" Lansden twisted his neck slightly and put on the "mask of pain" immediately.
"Thirst! Water! Water!" Lanshun, who had finally recovered, felt extremely thirsty and began to grope on the bedside table.
"Sir, here's some water!" A soft voice came, and at the same time a glass of water was handed over.
"Gulp gulp!" Lance grabbed the cup and drank it all before he noticed the person in front of him.
"Puff!" Lansten turned into a high-pressure water gun and sprayed out all the water.
"Nina? Why are you in my house?" Lance's eyes widened when he saw Nina Bonn in her home underwear. He was an upright noble who adhered to the spirit of aristocracy and would not do such things as robbing women. A girl appearing in his house in such attire would attract countless rumors.
"Well, I just got here and have nowhere to go, so they had no choice but to arrange for me to stay here first!" Nina Bonn said cutely with her head tilted.
"What? Who arranged for you to live here?" Lance made a black question mark face.
"It's the city defense officer. No one cares if you go to the party, so I can only go and ask someone where I live!" Nina Bonn smiled innocently.
"Marcus!" Lance roared angrily. This guy had arranged for a young girl to stay in his house. If word got out that a man and a woman were alone together...
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"Are you sure you won't be beaten to death by Lance?" Caslo looked at Marcus with a smirk on his face.
"Ahem, he probably can't beat me, and this is for his own good. After all, he's the one who brought the person back, so he's definitely responsible for the safety. Besides, it's unbelievable for that guy to be able to be together with a spellcaster!" Marcus winked at Caslo on the side.
"Isn't it too small?" Caslo was a little worried about Nina Bonn's thin body, which seemed like a child.
"I've asked around, and he should be around 15 years old. He's probably underdeveloped due to frequent hunger. He should be fine after being raised for a while. Besides, I've already asked someone to spread the news." Marcus rubbed his chin and smiled slyly.
"Uh! I guess he's going to challenge you to a duel with his sword..." Roland, who had just walked behind them, couldn't help but speak.
"Your Highness." The two of them bowed hurriedly.
