The banquet did not cool down because of Marquis Losa and the King's departure; people were still singing loudly and indulging in food and drink at the flowing feast.
"Praise Saint Losa for giving us fine wine and delicacies."
Derum drew a cross on his chest, whispered a prayer, and then picked up a roast chicken from the tray and began to gnaw on it.
He wore a semi-new chain armor shirt, over which was a black coverall he had bought at the market the day before. On his chest, he pinned the golden camel badge he had designed himself.
The scale of the banquet was actually not very high; present were not only Knights but also many attendants enfeoffed by Losa, though clearly not everyone was allowed to attend.
At least, he was the only one from the Shayue Tribe attending this banquet.
Alone, he instinctively wanted to seek the figure of the Ulm Knight in the crowd, but he couldn't find him for the moment.
"Young man, who are you looking for?"
A rough voice sounded behind him.
