The banquet hall had dim lighting, with several gold-trimmed banners hanging on the walls, attempting to create a sense of noble solemnity.
But the ceiling beams were exposed, the carpets on the floor were obviously faded, and the tables and chairs, though decorated with carvings, still couldn't hide their rough craftsmanship.
The main course was a whole roasted wasteland boar, with a few plates of simple vegetables and ordinary game as garnish.
It was clear the banquet hall's host had tried his best to display noble extravagance, but in the resource-scarce Northern Province, he was somewhat powerless.
Zachary Diaz sat in the central place of honor in the banquet hall, swirling a glass of wine transported from the south.
Six or seven pioneering nobles surrounded him with flattering smiles covering their faces.
"Lord Diaz, this gathering is truly meaningful!"
