Vaerik leisurely walked out of the banquet hall, cold wind hitting his face, taking away the wine fumes and greasy roast meat smell from inside.
He exhaled lightly, lips slightly curving.
This banquet was even more boring than he had expected.
Zachary Diaz was indeed nothing special.
He thought he could control these pioneering nobles, relying on a few pretty words and small favors to make people willingly charge into battle for him.
But the truth? Those nobles' eyes were already beginning to change.
Initially, they were indeed clustering around and fawning over Zachary, like a group of obedient lapdogs.
But with his words, seeds of doubt had been planted.
Was what Zachary said really for everyone? Or just for himself?
Once such questions surfaced in minds, they were hard to ignore.
"Hahaha, boss, you were so cool just now!"
