Farming with Entries: From Lord to Emperor Chapter 462 - 250: Magic Potion Workshop

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At night, the military camp was brightly lit.

A long table was filled with splendid food, the aroma of roast at and seafood suffusing the air.

Ale shimred with a golden luster in wooden cups.

The soldiers were lined up neatly, standing beside the long tables, waiting.

Soon, Luo De, dressed in a black suit, slowly walked into the military camp, wearing his gold badge on his chest.

"Salute to the Lord!"

All soldiers imdiately stood at attention, one hand on their swords, bowing their heads in unison.

Luo De walked slowly between the two rows of soldiers, looking stern, his steady, powerful steps leaving a clattering sound on the stone pavent.

The official victory banquet was far more formal than the family dinner that Luo De and Durant and others had.

Luo De stepped onto the main seat on the high platform, surveying each person present.

"Raise your heads, brave warriors!"

Luo De’s voice was loud and powerful,

"This banquet is not only to celebrate victory but also to comnd your courage and loyalty!"

"Today, you are the protagonists."

The sound of thunderous applause followed his words, the soldiers’ eyes gleaming with excitent.

Luo De continued:

"The safety of Frost Leaf Town relies on your protection."

"The prosperity of the territory cannot be achieved without your dedication."

"Each one of you is a hero of Frost Leaf Town!"

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Luo De had prepared a lengthy speech for this banquet, even including praise for specific soldiers

This kind of ceremony demonstrated Luo De’s respect for the soldiers.

This was also why it needed to be postponed.

The effect was very obvious; after Luo De finished each section, there was a round of enthusiastic applause from the crowd.

So ordinary soldiers whose nas were ntioned even had red eyes.

Luo De talked until his mouth was dry, finally finishing his speech, then the soldiers’ comndation ceremony comnced.

Luo De stepped down from the high platform, and Durant imdiately followed, unrolling a parchnt scroll and loudly reading out the list of awards.

The honored soldiers stepped forward one by one, with straight chests and fiery gazes.

Luo De took from the guard’s hands the iron badges, engraved with dragon claws.

These were the dragon-patterned dals Luo De had prepared for the soldiers, made of iron, copper, silver, gold, and dragon scales.

Most soldiers received the iron dragon-patterned dals, while three wolf cavalryn received copper dragon-patterned dals.

Luo De personally pinned the dals on their chests, patting their shoulders in acknowledgnt.

"Your courage has defended our holand and dignity."

Luo De’s voice rang out, and the soldiers bowed their heads in respect, applause echoing in the hall.

Under the torchlight, the honorees’ armor shone with a faint glow, pride and tension mingling on their faces.

After the ceremony, Luo De returned to the high platform, holding his suit as he sat down slowly,

"Take your seats."

The soldiers moved in neat steps, stepping beside the long tables.

"Sit!"

At the command, the soldiers loudly took their seats.

A hint of a smile appeared on Durant’s lips.

Even the formal army of the Empire might not have such military discipline.

And a military this disciplined was the product of his own efforts; Durant felt a surge of pride.

Of course, the bountiful food also contributed to this.

Seeing everyone seated, Luo De raised his goblet,

"For Black Pine Ridge! For victory!"

"For Black Pine Ridge! For victory!"

Everyone responded in unison, the clinking of goblets echoing, followed by a series of gulps.

"Let’s begin enjoying the victory feast."

Luo De’s voice signified the end of the tedious formalities, marking the official start of the banquet.

The soldiers began eating and drinking, gradually livening up.

Luo De also breathed a sigh of relief.

Being a Noble Lord is not easy at all.

Luo De hadn’t caught a breath when Durant and Gang Le started approaching to toast.

But Durant was considerate, briefing Gang Le and others in advance, so everyone just sipped a bit before putting down their goblets.

However, very soon, so mid-level officers, like centurions, began lining up to toast.

They usually had rare opportunities to approach Luo De; today, finally being able to drink with the Lord, each one of them cherished it.

Luo De valued these people, drinking earnestly with them and making an effort to match their nas to their faces.

These people were the future of Frost Leaf Town.

Today’s centurions might beco tomorrow’s knights and generals of the legion.

Luo De had to establish his prestige in their hearts.

So minor leaders also summoned the courage to toast, and Luo De did not ignore them either.

One after another, Luo De didn’t refuse anyone, drinking each cup dry.

If it were in the past, Luo De would have been drunk long ago.

But now, he felt nothing unusual, the unexpected benefits of his enhanced physique making the alcohol have almost no effect on him.

The banquet grew more lively, with soldiers beginning to toast each other.

The hall was filled with laughter and chatter; so sang battle songs, others recounted tales of combat.

Luo De felt the ti was about right, walking over to Durant,

"You continue drinking with them, no need to worry about other matters, the Frost Iron Guard has already arranged the town’s watch."

"Baron, are you going back to rest?"

Durant wanted to stand up but was stopped by a raised hand from Luo De,

"Don’t let my departure affect everyone’s mood, let Lauren’s arranged dancers co in."

Durant was slightly taken aback, not expecting such an unexpected elent.

"What brings joy to everyone is nothing more than wine, at, and won."

Luo De patted Durant’s shoulder armor,

"Go announce it."

After saying this, Luo De didn’t pause, getting up and returning to the manor to rest.

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The next morning.

Luo De, just waking up with two won in his arms, turned to find Vivian watching him.