Chapter 55: Crashing the Banquet
The banquet hall had dim lighting, with several gold-trimmed banners hanging on the walls, attempting to create a sense of noble solemnity.
But the ceiling beams were exposed, the carpets on the floor were obviously faded, and the tables and chairs, though decorated with carvings, still couldn’t hide their rough craftsmanship.
The main course was a whole roasted wasteland boar, with a few plates of simple vegetables and ordinary game as garnish.
It was clear the banquet hall’s host had tried his best to display noble extravagance, but in the resource-scarce Northern Province, he was somewhat powerless.
Zachary Diaz sat in the central place of honor in the banquet hall, swirling a glass of wine transported from the south.
Six or seven pioneering nobles surrounded him with flattering smiles covering their faces.
"Lord Diaz, this gathering is truly meaningful!"
A noble raised his wine cup with fervent tone: "These northern barbarians are too bullying! We southern nobles must stick together. Your willingness to step forward and take charge is truly fortunate for all of us!"
"Exactly, Lord Diaz, as long as we pioneering nobles unite, the northern barbarians may not be able to suppress us."
Another nodded in agreement, his eyes showing some ingratiation.
Zachary raised his wine cup and gently swirled it: "Unity is naturally good. After all, they make the rules. If we don’t want to be exploited, we must fight for ourselves."