A small party was held by the Marquis of Easton.
It was a feast to welcome Count Warrug and to celebrate his efforts having prevented the surprise attack by the Kairos tribe.
“It would have been dangerous if we hadn't known such a guy existed. Thank you. We would have been in big trouble if it wasn't for you.”
"No. It wasn’t just me. Those who accompanied me suffered more than I did. I haven't done much.”
“I already heard everything through their reports.”
"Ha, ha, ha.”
The Marquis Easton and Count Warrug chatted while holding glasses of milk instead of alcohol.
Easton was in a state of war year-round, so they couldn't drink alcohol whenever they pleased.
So, instead, they prepared warmed milk and drank that during festivities.
It wasn’t a bad feeling to enjoy a feast with a pig's hind leg in one hand and milk in the other.
And having lived in the south for several months, he knew how extravagant this was.
“By the way, are you okay? I know using that power has adverse effects on your body.”
"Hmm...”
At Marquis Easton's words, Count Warrug gave him a bitt...
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