Kratt stood up a little lazily, raised his glass, and shouted to everyone in the audience, "Come, dry this glass of wine!"

Everyone at the banquet quickly stood up and toasted together.

At present, there are still many nobles who can't figure out the temper of the new king, only know that he is greedy for beauty, so they are more careful in what they say and do.

After drinking one glass, Klatt filled himself with another glass, and the people at the banquet naturally had to raise their glasses again.

After drinking three glasses in a row, the new king, Klat, finally did not raise his glass again, and leaned on the throne like this, as if he was a little sleepy.

Seeing that the king did not continue to drink, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, if he kept drinking like this, it would not be ten cups, and almost everyone at the banquet would be drunk, after all, the speed was too fast.

Dylan looked at the sleepy new king and couldn't help but shake his head helplessly.

Although the old king did not do much when he was alive, at least it was a situation of national peace and security.

And looking at the new king now, he is completely a wine bag and rice bag, and he doesn't have the appearance of an emperor at all.

Dylan couldn't help but shake his head, and his heart was puzzled: Is the old king confused?

The melodious sound of the instrument became Klatt's lullaby, and it wasn't long before a loud snoring sound was heard from above the throne.

The nobles and imperial soldiers who attended the banquet did not dare to make a loud noise, for fear of waking up the new king and causing trouble.

In this way, the feast proceeded in a quiet awkwardness, and the atmosphere that should have been lively and harmonious became silent and eerie because of the new king's sleep.

As a result, the wine made by the master became dull and tasteless in the mouths of the people.

I don't know how long it took, but Klatt finally woke up.

I saw that his face was red, his eyes were half-squinted, and he didn't seem to have fully woken up, and he was spurring, as if he was saying something, but he was snoring and couldn't say anything clearly.

Klatt tried to stand up, but his body seemed to be very weak, and he sat down halfway through his feet, and began to gasp for breath.

Chapel Choebry hurriedly walked to the new king's side and asked with concern, "Your Majesty, are you alright?"

Klatt shook off Jobbri's hands that wanted to support him, and said angrily: "I'm not that old immortal thing, and I don't need your help." ”

Although the words were a little vague and not loud, Dylan could hear them clearly.

Jobly hurriedly glanced around in a little panic, and after confirming that no one noticed the new king's inappropriate words, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Your Majesty, the banquet time is almost over, it's time to be rewarded!"

Klatt held the throne with one hand, his body half-propped up, and with all his strength, his face turned red, and it took a lot of effort to stand up straight.

He slowed down, then stretched widely.

Jobrie on the side reminded in a low voice again: "Your Majesty, ......"

"Shut up!" Clatt snorted, "Are you the king or am I the king?"

Jobly hurriedly knelt on the ground, but although he was very frightened on the surface, he was not the slightest afraid in his heart, because he knew very well that the king in front of him was just a puppet, and the one who really had the right to speak was not present at all today.

Klatt shook his head slightly, the crown on top of his head almost falling off.

"Well, that's the end of the feast!" Klat's voice wasn't really loud, but because the banquet hall was so quiet, the new king's voice still fell into everyone's ears very clearly.

Everyone sat up straight, put down their glasses, and turned sideways to look in Kratt's direction.

They had been waiting for this moment today, when the banquet came to an end and the real drama was finally about to begin.

Klatt bowed his head and was silent for a while, as if he was sorting out his thoughts, and after a long time he spoke: "Today's banquet is mainly to celebrate the return of the heroes. ”

"In the past three years or so, we, the soldiers of the Ganeman Empire, have done our best and made great contributions to our entire empire. ”

"Since there is merit, it is naturally indispensable to be rewarded!"

With that, Klatt glanced around at everyone below and saw that everyone was listening intently to what he was saying. He was very satisfied with such a scene.

For in the past few decades, even if he was a prince, few people listened to him except a few servants.

Now, seeing that the noble courtiers of the entire imperial capital, as well as the soldiers of the legion, were listening to him carefully, he naturally felt very proud.

"This time, all the soldiers of the legion who participated in the battle can get a certain reward, you can rest assured!"

Hearing the new king say this, the soldiers of the legion below were all excited and expectant, and they didn't know what kind of gift they could get.

At this time, Jobrie on the side hurriedly handed the list of gifts in his hand to Krat's hand.

Kratt pretended to flip through the roster, and said as he flipped through it, "Let me see which heroes can be knighted!"

Many of the soldiers of the legion were full of nervousness at this time, and only Dylan was not very interested in this.

He had been pondering a question, what would such a new king bring to the Garneman Empire?

When the old king was alive, the true face of the imperial capital had already made him feel very disgusted. So what about the new king, who seemed so unreliable, did he care about the lives of the poor?

And the goblins who have been oppressed all the time, and now they are still working for the nobles, will the new king take care of this matter?

The answer is obvious, no!

While Dylan was thinking about it, the first wave of rewarded soldiers had been announced.

According to the order of the military merit list, these dozen or so people were all named barons, which was the lowest among the titles.

But when I saw the dozen or so people, their expressions were completely different, some were ecstatic, some were incredulous, and some seemed to be a little disappointed, maybe in their opinion, their military exploits should be worthy of a higher title.

After the first wave of knighthoods, Cratchlam said, "Let's applaud these knights!"

For a while, the banquet hall resounded with extremely warm applause.

Then, Kratt looked at everyone and said with a smile: "Next, there is the list of viscounts and earls!"

Everyone's ears were almost pricked up, because this was the most uncertain list. After all, the dukes and marquis have too few gifts, and if you think about it, there are only a few mages and great mages who have a chance.

But the competition between the viscount and the marquis is much more intense.