"Please accept my highest respects!" Denethor II bowed deeply to Roland, his voice trembling with excitement.
"Hahaha, you're too excited, Prince Denethor. Calm yourself down, and let's have a proper talk!" Roland pressed a hand downward, signaling Denethor II to settle down. At that moment, the excited Denethor II looked nothing like a well-bred noble.
"I have been discourteous, Your Majesty. Forgive my disrespect..." Denethor II straightened his posture and looked solemnly at Roland.
"I have already arranged a banquet. Please." Roland extended a hand toward Denethor II. As someone from Huaxia on Earth, Roland was quite practiced at discussing business over a dining table. Problems that could not be solved at a negotiating table could often be settled after a couple of drinks.
"Thank you for the trouble!" Denethor II rose without any pretension and eagerly followed Roland. Though excited inwardly, he remained clear-headed, his eyes constantly sweeping over everything around him in search of useful information.
After making a round under Roland's lead, Denethor II, Holfa, and the other officers arrived at the royal banquet hall.
"Click!" The solid wooden doors inlaid with magic crystals were pushed open, and the group entered under the servants' guidance. What surprised Denethor II was that this so-called royal banquet hall did not use the gaudy, unconventional golden decor popular among nobles of the age. Instead, beneath its carved wooden ornaments and exquisite silk decorations, the entire hall seemed both antique and grand, yet exceptionally dignified and imposing.
Simple and practical decor, yet far from ordinary! Denethor II thought. These things seemed ordinary on their own, but together they possessed a uniquely elegant charm.
"Try it. These are Northern Territory specialties. You can't get these in the south!" Roland gestured invitingly, interrupting Denethor II's appraisal.
"Hmm? Things unavailable in the south?" Denethor