Rise of the Northern Warlord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Night fell as Vaerik, Siv, and several knights sat in the dining hall eating dinner.

Several dim oil lamps were lit, casting light on the simple meal spread across the wooden long table.

Smoked fish with a faint aroma of wood smoke, steaming hot wheat porridge, alongside several chunks of coarse wheat bread and a bit of pickled sauerkraut.

The entire dining hall lacked any luxurious decorations—wooden tables and chairs, slightly yellowed oil lamps, and even a few cracks visible on the wooden walls.

Siv looked at it all with some surprise in her heart.

This was completely different from the noble life she had imagined.

In her understanding, a noble's dining table should be covered with gold-embroidered tablecloths, plates piled high with exquisite delicacies, gleaming silverware, and wine glasses filled with sweet wine.

But the reality was that Vaerik's dinner, though slightly better than that of ordinary subjects, was far from luxurious.

Vaerik noticed her subtle change in expression: "Not to your taste?"

Siv quickly shook her head: "No."

Although she had once been a tribal princess and eaten better than now, the Northern Province was naturally scarce in resources, so it hadn't been luxurious either.