The baron wanted to say more, but his mouth was only half-open when he was interrupted.
"Lord Vaerik!" A hearty voice suddenly interjected.
A young noble approached with a beaming smile full of flattery: "You're truly my biggest idol in the Northern Province this time!"
Before his words finished, another person squeezed in—a middle-aged noble in brocade robes with gleaming hair.
"Would Your Lordship honor us by visiting my territory? We'll prepare the finest wine and most tender roasted venison!"
Then, like a dam bursting, more people continuously crowded over.
Each bearing flattering smiles, holding wine cups, surrounding Vaerik with small talk, toasts, and name cards.
The southwestern baron could only watch helplessly as he was squeezed out by the crowd, looking somewhat embarrassed.
Meanwhile, Vaerik maintained that proper smile throughout, responding to pleasantries while maintaining appropriate distances.
