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Chapter 324 News of the Banquet

Rowling had heard a little about the dining procedures of Western aristocrats.

It's nothing more than a few small dishes, each one big enough to be swallowed in one bite, garnished with various sauces, fruits, petals, or leaves... Since they're not pre-cut, knives and forks are inconvenient to use, and even a small cherry has to be cut into several pieces to savor its slight tartness.

They dressed elegantly, with napkins, ties, cutlery... quite a variety of outfits.

The dishes were clearly several, but they were divided into appetizers, desserts, main courses, soups, and fruits... In reality, it was better to feed cats and dogs, and the flavors lacked any depth.

Of course, Rowling may never have had the chance to experience truly delicious and authentic Western cuisine. Some people enjoy this drawn-out process, appreciating the affected elegance and prestige. After all, the aristocracy is particular about maintaining their figure, taking only small bites, focusing on nutritional balance... emphasizing their abundance, indulging in waste, highlighting their wealth, and embodying the very essence of wealth...

Fortunately, the banquet prepared by the town mayor was a rather casual affair.

The guests were mostly local military officers, gentry, and local leaders... they just came to join in the fun and have some fun...

The VIP section was a bit more formal, occupied by several important figures. They had gathered to discuss important matters; the banquet itself wasn't the main focus, merely a part of the mayor's hospitality...

In the audience, everyone was feasting and drinking. The long tables gave Luo Lin the feeling of a "wine pool and meat forest." There was plenty of wine, both on the tables and nearby, and self-service was available.

Some people who are fond of drinking will dance with their companions when they're in a good mood...

The musicians took turns, and some were even allowed to go down from the stage to eat and drink... Only the servants and attendants were strictly trained, and they could only stand at a distance, ready to receive their master's orders at any time.

This was most evident in figures such as Mayor Bourne's servant, Blancard.

Secondly, there are Prince Galin's henchmen, who are strictly protecting the safety of the Stromgarde prince.

At Roland's table, most of the diners were acquaintances, except for Roland himself. He could only sigh at the delicious food, for they had no sense of taste... Who was it that suddenly approached him to say hello?

An officer, judging from his attire, was not as flamboyant as Prince Garin's, but was neat and efficient, with obvious metal scratches on his shoulder armor... The officer had removed his cumbersome outer armor, mainly revealing the more convenient inner armor...

Chainmail armor, while not lightweight, allows for flexible eating...

Their heavy armor was not placed elsewhere, but right behind their seats, as were their weapons.

They looked ready to be armed and fight at any moment, a habit of soldiers. On the barrier, he saw a golden lion's head against a blue background. Rowling realized—it was the Stormwind army. This barrier and insignia had left a deep impression on the master and apprentice when they first met Mr. Marcus.

The blue and white stripes are the symbol of Stormwind, the Blue City, and also the sigil of House Wrynn, the emblem of King Llane. The gold represents royal legitimacy. Their lineage can be traced back to the true Lion of Azeroth, the only remaining bloodline of the Alliance, Lord Lothar and Anduin, who perished at the foot of Blackrock Mountain and in the Burning Steppes.

Roland was startled. The person who greeted him should be a noble officer, but he didn't know who it was.

"Not at all, not at all. I was just expressing my feelings. I'm very happy that you liked my poem, 'My Beloved Princess of Azeroth.' Let's raise a glass... to the Queen... oh, no, to the Princess! To the Alliance... By the way, may I ask your surname?"

The officer opposite Barbaras and the footman smiled slightly in response to their politeness.

Red hair, a beard, and a slightly weathered, mature male face—a magnetic voice rang out: "Lord Barbaras, just call me William. I come from the Seventh Legion of Stormwind, and I'm currently in charge of the defense of Southshore... the company commander of the Seventh Cavalry Company... a cavalry major."

"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you. Major William..."

Rowling was speechless. He hadn't expected to find himself sitting right in front of the person who truly controlled the Alliance's military power in Southshore. This major, though only a cavalry company commander, could command far more than just a few dozen men...

If it weren't for the Countess's presence, William would be the highest-ranking official in Stormwind, far surpassing the mayor in status and power.

However, even a powerful dragon cannot suppress a local snake, and the town mayors and other minor officials in small places should not be underestimated.

At least Mayor Bonn of Hillsbrad is no pushover.

He symbolically sampled the familiar delicacies on the table: bat wings, spider legs, clam meat, chili-roasted wolf kidneys, bear breast meat... In reality, Roland didn't taste much, but he did feel a faint life energy replenishing his disciple's body...

He could only nod in appreciative delight, chewing and forcing a smile.

Compared to Major William, his sincerity was simply unparalleled.

Major William sighed, "Sir, you've been to many places, haven't you? To be honest, I've been to quite a few places too... but all in battle. My brothers have all died on the battlefield. I might be laid to rest someday too, well, maybe tomorrow."

As the major sighed, he picked up a piece of venison, its surface coated in jam and a touch of herbs, looking fresh and juicy. But Major William, like Rollins, had little sense of taste. He simply put it in his mouth and chewed; the former had no five senses, only sight.

The latter was because he had just gone to the battlefield in Nanhai Town to provide relief and had seen countless soldiers sacrifice their lives, so he had no mood to enjoy the food.

Major William, a frontline officer, was completely different from a noblewoman like a countess. A major was already a commanding officer of an army, and usually, at least a knight was required to hold that position. The Allied soldiers of the Seventh Legion were originally ordinary veterans of the Brotherhood of the Iron Horse. They had experienced too much, and those who survived became elites.

Major William was a big shot in front of the mayor of Bonn, but in front of the pampered leaders on the stage, he was just a mid-level officer.

William seemed to have a good impression of Barbaras & the Footman; they chatted happily... talking about many things while eating and talking. It turned out that William had led his men back to Southsea Town to provide support in the afternoon, but by the time they returned, the battle was already over.

The Horde forces in Tarumir retreated, leaving behind many corpses; the Forsaken's attack was repelled...

The dwarves later reported that the Forsaken of Tarren Mill were primarily attacking Dan'gamoro Keep.

Several main battle steam tanks were destroyed, but the fortress remained intact. The commander of the dwarven patrol reminded the people of Southshore that the Horde's attack was likely aimed at capturing the Wall of Thoradin, and they must hold their ground.

The dwarves in Southshore cannot divide their forces; they need to call for more reinforcements from Ironforge. Unfortunately, the main force of the Stormpike dwarven expeditionary force is embroiled in the meat grinder of Alterac Valley. In the conflict between Southshore and Tarren Mill, humanity must rely on itself...

This will continue for at least a week...

Luo Lin didn't expect that a casual chat would actually yield information.

Disguise is really useful...