Wu Heng sat down at a seat below, and an attendant brought over the remaining food he ordered.
While eating, he let his perception go.
The conversation of the guests at the surrounding tables gradually filtered into his ears.
"Recruiting soldiers again, seems like the battles in the north aren't going well."
"It's freezing up north, not the time for military campaigns."
"Don't know how many will die."
At another table.
"Heard that the ministers want to cease-fire, but The Holy Court won't allow it, insisting on fighting even at a disadvantage."
"That's fake, right? The Holy Court never interferes in the Kingdom's affairs."
"Hard to say, the enemies up north are all necromancers, and The Holy Court has always been strict against necromancy."
"You have a point there."
Behind, Wu Heng continued listening to the conversations at other tables.
The topics were all about the northern battles and discussions on the Royal Family's decisions.
