Chapter 222

After the Royal Messengers silhouette could no longer be discerned, the amused looks on the faces of the commanders and the nobles faded as it was replaced with a serious and solemn expressions.

"Ha! That good for nothing actually became the king and we wouldn't even know about if not for that poor man who came to inform us." Commander Kontar grumbled as he took his sit around the table where they were previously drinking at. He reached for the jar of ale at the hands of Commander Karim which the fat man quickly pulled away and brought it to his lips and chugged down another mouthful of it.

Lines started emerging upon the forehead of Commander Kantor as his fellow commander was hugging the jar of ale like it was his most treasured possession that he must protect from him at all cost. "Why you..?" he muttered but he just snorted in displeasure when Viscount Redore handed to him a new jar of wine which a servant just brought to the table.