Within the ancient and elegant room, the candles on the long table’s candelabra flickered gently, casting a dim, yellowish light that draped everything in a dark gauze.
Everything around was clearly visible, yet there was a certain hazy and dreamy feeling.
Firina sat at the head of the table, slowly slicing the cooked beef on her plate with silver cutlery.
She picked up a piece, dipped it into the sauce beside her, and gently placed it in her mouth, chewing slowly.
The simple movent exuded an air of grace and composure.
Even the most demanding noble etiquette instructor could not find a single fault.
Sitting to her left, Lear also found it quite pleasing to the eye.
Even if one ignored all the halos around her, Firina was still the most dazzling woman he had ever seen.
That calmness, that noble elegance, that confident tranquility from within.
She stood far apart from ordinary noble girls by hundreds of leagues.
Adding those halos, she beca a shining star in the black night sky, brilliantly dazzling.
Lear looked away, placing the food from his plate into his mouth, and his taste buds were filled with a sense of delight.
After swallowing, the rich magic power it contained spread, making him feel warm all over.
The food on the table, which appeared simple, was made from the highest quality ingredients.
Eight dishes, three crafted from 4 Star quality ingredients, and the remaining five from 3 Star ingredients.
Any single dish was worth as much as an ordinary person’s year’s work.
The depth of top nobles was subtly revealed.
Jasmine stood by serving, her eyes sowhat complex; it was her first ti seeing His Highness actively invite soone to dine.
Yet, judging by the other’s performance just now, it was not surprising.
This young man was too extraordinary.
Even though there was still an insurmountable gap between him and His Highness at this mont.
Yet, considering his potential, who could predict how the future would unfold?
In less than four months, he established his own territory in the Wilderness and cleared all enemies in the Mire Swamp, completely occupying this swamp stretching hundreds of kiloters in diater.
He even acquired thousands of subjects and a powerful army.
The other even ntioned that outside the city, he had six Level 15 Great Demons and a Level 16 Flying Dragon with Giant Dragon bloodline awaiting orders.
By the goddess above, is this sothing an ordinary Pioneer Lord could achieve?
Even those Pioneer Lords backed by great nobles would count themselves lucky to reach this level after three to five years of developnt.
As for high-tier strength, there’s no need to think too much; unless those great nobles emptied their treasuries, how could they possibly recruit so many powerful Heroes in such a short ti?!
As to whether the other was lying... sorry, she had already found ti to verify it.
The information was even personally confird by a descendant of the Bruno Clan—those demons and Flying Dragon were right in the town outside the city.
This series of shocking revelations made her feel as if she was in a dream.
It turns out the re Level 15 mount was just the most inconspicuous part of his power.
What else could he be hiding?!
Not even ordinary Count’s Families have the confidence that this young man now shows!
How much ti has passed?!
She racked her brains but couldn’t figure out how the other had managed it!!
Her gaze shifted again to Firina, who was smiling as she watched.
She felt a sense of admiration.
His Highness truly lived up to her title, having such unwavering faith in the other, even before he rose to prominence, and gifting him richly.
At the ti, she was puzzled and even felt that His Highness perhaps overestimated the other.
Now thinking back, it’s laughable; she was the foolish, short-sighted one.
This kind of person is like a Giant Dragon lurking in shallow waters; once the tide rises, it will spread its wings and soar, revealing its fearso presence to the world.
In her heart, she resolved never to underestimate any weak person in the future, no matter what.
But upon reconsidering, she felt a bit disheartened... Even knowing she shouldn’t underestimate people, it’s difficult to do so.
She interacts with so many people daily, panning for gold in the mire; the odds are so slim, she lacks the capacity to accommodate all.
Firina was unaware of the many thoughts her attendant held at this mont. After eating a bit, she gently set down the knife and fork, looking contentedly at the handso young man before her.
For her, strength was not entirely defining... what made her heart sour more were those Rose Flowers.
To outsiders, they seed like re flowers; couldn’t they be acquired easily?
But all the Rose Flowers that could be found on the market were already in her possession.
And the Roses brought by Lear were almost all new varieties, with a few duplicate types she had only received recently.
It seed simple, but how much effort did it take behind the scenes? How many resources were consud?
Finding so many varieties of Rose Flowers, how could it be as simple as just finding them?
Every ti the Griffin Legion ventured to the depths of the Wilderness, they were tasked with finding Rose Flowers, but so far, they didn’t bring back many.
This must have been done with heart.
It’s difficult for outsiders to grasp the subtleties involved.
"Lord Lear, have you returned this ti for sothing specific?"
To develop and expand the territory demands a heart-wrenching amount of effort.
Outsiders only see Lear’s prowess, but she could appreciate more deeply the hardships and difficulties.
The killing intent and iron-blooded aura of this young man evidenced those recent experiences.
And with his temperant, it was impossible to believe he’d leave his territory just to co back to deliver flowers to her.
Lear swallowed the food, then slowly sipped so tea before speaking.
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