Ding—Ding—

Melodious and eerie, the garden rings without warning, like a shepherd summoning a flock of returning sheep. Draenor's heartstrings resonated with the bell, and the trepidation spread through his chest.

It wasn't clear how long the Long King intended the group to stay here, but there were only eight days left until the full moon rose in the sky, and if Wikilico's plan didn't succeed, the only fate that awaited him was to become a bloodthirsty beast.

"Mr. Chard, dinner is ready, please come with me to the hall."

Looking back, I saw that Garke's figure was already standing at the door of the lounge.

I heard that the Long King wanted to take the opportunity to treat this warrior who had been guarding the city all the year round, so it seems that perhaps the reason why Garke was willing to take the initiative to lead the people to meet the Long King was not only because he wanted to taste the rum faster, but because he could get the privilege of enjoying the royal dinner, which was a great honor for a humble little commander!

Still a little uncomfortable with his new name, Draenor and Vekilic looked at each other for a moment, then got up and followed the Commander's footsteps towards the hall on the east side of the garden—the all-or-nothing game was about to begin.

The hall was so brightly lit that Draenor had to raise his wrist to cover his forehead to avoid burning his eyes from the bright light, and the spruce wood table full of gilded candles stood on a cashmere carpet with its legs outstretched, and at the end of the long table sat the mighty man who ruled the realm of North Abel, King Will.

Draenor looked around the hall and focused his gaze on the man, he lifted the short robe that covered his right leg, and habitually knelt down on one knee and bowed his head, saying:

"Commoner Chad see King Will."

The king smiled stiffly, turned his head sideways and nodded slightly to the minister standing beside him, and then replied to Draenor:

"I'm very happy that my friends from Canaan can be so polite. But even if it's only tonight, please forget about all the red things! We're just a normal host-guest relationship with each other. ”

Isn't it, on one side is the emperor who led a million men and horses to fight in North Abel, and on the other side are the travelers who survived the bloody storm, and they are really "ordinary" hosts and guests with each other. Draenor muttered silently, and he stood up at the gesture of the eldest king, and walked along the long table with the two men beside him to the pre-arranged seats.

The boys bowed their heads respectfully and pulled out their wooden chairs, and just as the three of them were seated, the king suddenly coughed violently.

"Ahem, ahem!"

The minister hurriedly took out a handkerchief from his bosom and leaned over to cover King Will. Tears welled up in the corners of the old king's eyes, and it seemed that his physical condition was indeed not very optimistic.

And such an old and frail king went so far as to expel his eldest son, the only one who could inherit the throne, simply because of a mistake made between Yakov and Yelena. Draenor remembered the hard lesson left on the siblings, perhaps it was all due to the king's decision in a fit of rage, and perhaps even Will himself did not expect that his eldest son, who had been banished by him, had been murdered by the Butland family.

"I beg your pardon, this king has been poorly rested lately, and the bandits in the south have been threatening the peace of Snowway...... Let's focus on the present. ”

The king stretched out his palm and put it on his chest, and the minister raised his head and gestured to the boys with his eyes, and the originally oppressive atmosphere suddenly became lively.

Boys and maids weave through the corridors that connect the hall, bringing large and small plates to the table, which are covered by semicircular lids. As the lid was lifted, the intensely fragrant steam spread down the long table to Draenor, resisting the urge to reach out and pick up the food, for he was no longer a down-and-out soldier, but a guest of honor from afar.

A few boys brought a wooden tray to the center of the table, containing a huge roast turkey, the nearly one-meter-high mountain of meat that tempted Draenor's appetite all the time, but reason told him not to focus only on the surface of things - everything went so smoothly that no one could guarantee that the food had not been poisoned.

Seeing that everyone didn't dare to taste the delicious food in front of them, King Will simply picked up the golden tableware in his hand and explained to everyone:

"It's a fork and spoon, and it's cutlery that only the Snowway royal family can use. Although it may seem a little weak, you can rest assured that all the cutlery is only gold-plated, and the inside is still a fairly strong copper alloy, which will not be easily damaged by any use. Garke, you set an example for your guests! ”

At some point, the warm-hearted commander had sat in the corner at the very edge of the table, and he looked quite nervous, no wonder Draenor hadn't heard a word from him since he entered the hall.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Calke replied to the king, trembling as he picked up the fork and spoon and put the chicken he had given him into his mouth.

In fact, Draenor didn't care about the strange tableware, but now that Garke had proven that the food was not poisoned, he simply began to taste the sumptuous dishes on his plate.

The crunchy and intertwined taste relaxed his tense nerves, the blood of the long king, the full moon and the curse, all the things that were tangled in his heart slowly faded in his mind. But he knew it wasn't some kind of chronic poison at work, he hadn't tasted such a tempting delicacy for more than half a month since he left Vlaktu, and he had been almost fed by pies stored in Blazing Water Town all the way, and he even suspected that the taste buds on the tip of his tongue were going to be smoothed out by the sand.

In less than twenty minutes, all that remained on everyone's plate was a mass of scraps, and only the food on the king's plate barely showed any noticeable change.

Throughout the process, Viklico maintained the image of a blind old woman, covering her eyes with a black cloth that made it difficult for her to clearly grasp the situation around her, and it seemed that the plan to ask the king about his illness with dinner was probably going to be ruined.

"It's great to see you enjoying the dinner so much, but unfortunately the drinks have just been stocked and it will take some time before they are served. When everything is ready, I will hold a rum tasting banquet in the garden, and if you don't have anything important, please recuperate in the garden for a few days, ahem! Ahem......"

As soon as the words fell, I saw Emperor Will suddenly cover his chest and cough again, and from a distance of five meters, Draenor could clearly see the blood splashing on the table.

If the curse can really be lifted by ingesting the blood of the Elder King, then this way of obtaining it is too simple! Draenor couldn't help but hold his breath, all in all, he would never try to touch that dirty blood!

Vikirico's expression also became solemn, King Will's condition was far more serious than he thought, and even relying on the medical technology of Mount Fuji could hardly guarantee that he could cure this rare disease, let alone some crooked "witchcraft".

Minister Dmitry hurriedly helped the eldest king to lean back in his chair, and he frowned tightly and said to everyone:

"The king is in a bad situation, and it seems that the dinner for the six of us will be over at once."

"Six"? Draenor turned his head sideways and looked around the dining table, although Garke sitting in the corner was very inconspicuous, but at least he had to be counted as the number one person, which meant that there were actually seven people dining, how could the minister be so careless?

Of course, it may have been a slip of the tongue because of the nervousness of the unexpected situation......

The scene in the dining room did not allow Drano to think too much, he did not want to be involved in some troublesome misunderstanding, and after a hurried bow to the chief king and the ministers, he followed the footsteps of the servants and walked towards the VIP room at the end of the corridor.