Chapter 170 - 72. Like a cat
"Mr. Fisher Benavides, come, have another drink."
After all, they had waited until Mr. Fisher arrived to start enjoying dinner, so his timing was perfect, and the atmosphere in the dining hall became even more lively after the meal began.
According to the seating arrangement at the table, Prince Schwali was supposed to sit with the officials of the New Party. On the table, Quinn, the current party whip of the New Party, was assigned to welcome the delegation from the Schwali Kingdom.
He was a portly gentleman who clearly frequented the various entertainment establishments of Saint Nali. The officials of the New Party have two factions: either somewhat chubby like Quinn or somewhat frail like Trandell.
However, even the pleasure-loving Quinn began to falter under the relentless urging to drink by Prince Schwali. His constitution was not strong to begin with, and he didn’t eat much before drinking like mad, so soon he was sweating profusely from his forehead.
The remaining officials of the New Party were also pulled into the mire of alcohol by the surrounding academics.
Even the Schwali Gentleman who had brought the sheepman to the banquet was now boldly introducing how docile his sheepman companion was and how pleasant it was when the creature would dutifully massage his back, much to the drunken dismay of the accompanying New Party officials.
But Fisher clearly saw that this visit from Schwali carried a hint of aggression.