Chapter 18: A joke in poor taste
Moments after Kael arrived in the dining room, the servants began to parade with silver trays, one after the other, in a meticulous procession.
Roasted milk-horned beef, slow-cooked spiny-haired wild boar, thick soup of dragon duck meat, three-colored cod fried in black sunflower oil, green snapper broth with bitter seaweed, rice flavored with star anise, warm rice wine, blue monkey skirt liqueur fermented in dark oak barrels...
The table was filled with all kinds of exquisite dishes.
With the table overflowing with food, no one dared to take the first bite. Only after Zephyr tasted the dragon duck meat soup did the others begin to eat.
But without losing the etiquette of the nobles, everyone used the corresponding cutlery for each type of dish.
As time passed, the food on the table became less and less, until only empty plates with bones and bones and empty wine bottles remained.
Once everyone had finished eating, everyone present went their separate ways. Kael headed straight to his room.
The next day, he planned to leave the mansion to recruit the person who would accompany him to the dungeon.
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The sun had not yet finished rising, but its first rays were already scratching the horizon.
The remaining firmament was still dominated by a bluish black, dense and cold, dotted with the last stars that refused to disappear.