Chapter 320: Volume 5 Lord’s Path - 9 Gift
"Your Highness Princess Vero, please allow me to represent the 170,000 citizens of Caucasus in offering our sincere blessings for your birthday. We are fortunate to witness another year of growth in joyful times for Princess Vero, to behold the radiant beauty of the kingdom’s most renowned beauty devoted to Your Highness. I think my friends and I, upon returning to Caucasus, to Homer, will have one more subject of envy to brag about to our dear ones." Komer had not used such deadly flattering language to deceive a naive girl in several years. Images of his ridiculous past endeavors of womanizing seemed to flicker before his eyes once again. Was it absurd? Komer didn’t know; perhaps that was just the exuberance of youth, the proof that the prime of youth burned brightly upon him.
While he poured a continuous flow of praise to the silver-haired girl, blushing with a mix of shyness and delight like an elf, Komer, following the standard Nicosia Nobility etiquette, knelt on one knee to request a kiss on the girl’s fingers. Perhaps moved by Komer’s sincerity and eloquent language, the girl, her face flushed with happiness, removed her thin, cicada-wing like white glove to accept Komer’s blessing.
Seeing the happy and joyous expression on Princess Vero’s face, Knight Sate beside her was filled with jealousy and unease. He hadn’t expected that his opponent, caught off-guard in such a situation, could still attend to his idol with such composure. He didn’t believe the other party could pull off any tricks at this time, and blabbering was not enough to conceal the true colors of these country bumpkins at such an occasion.
"Heh, Your Baron, we all admire your eloquence. Like us, Princess Vero is awaiting your special gift, and we believe it will be the most dazzling jewel at the banquet held in her honor." Striving to control the rising urge to kill within his chest, Knight Sate failed to notice the confusion and puzzlement on the faces of the two young knights beside him. At that moment, he only wanted to tightly snare his opponent; if Komer could not present a gift or brought out any item that failed to be precious and unique, he would unleash the most venomous and filthy words upon the man still pretending in front of him.
"Oh, thank you for the reminder, Knight Sate," Komer politely nodded to the expectant young man beside him, and then calmly retrieved his so-called gift from his embrace.
A pale cyan-colored small ring. The style of the ring was simple and unadorned, devoid of any pattern or decoration, yet when placed in Komer’s palm, it emitted a gentle greenish hue, like a sprouting young shoot suddenly growing from the center of his palm, silent and unassuming, yet distinctly vibrant.
The gathered nobles focused their eyes on Komer’s palm. Such a rudimentary and plain ring, could it really be considered a special, precious, and unique gift?
Bursts of laughter erupted from the nobles around, eventually becoming unrestrained throughout the grand hall, mocking and scoffing incessantly, "Country bumpkin, is this your gift? A ring not even worth a Gold Shield, without even a gift box? Your Baron, I seriously doubt how you came by your title. Is the title of Baron in the Homer region so worthless?"
"Heh, the Wilderness is full of rude people, to think they’d try to deceive us Galleians with this kind of market stall trash at Princess Vero’s birthday. Do you really think we Galleians can’t recognize quality?"
"A bunch of swindlers, Duke, I suggest we thoroughly investigate the origin and background of these fellows. For all we know, those swindlers active in Phoenix City could be them. I’ve heard that those swindlers also parade around as nobility, blatant fraudsters!"