Departure for the Royal Capital

After Victor returned to his guest room, the Vela nobles gradually shook off their drunkenness and woke up. By the time the main group finally assembled, the sun was already high in the sky.

"It's almost lunchtime. We can't delay any longer. If we don't set off soon, we might really be late!"

Alex was deeply annoyed. He realized that he had indulged himself too much at last night's banquet, which was why he had woken up so late today!

Alex wanted to lead everyone out immediately and skip lunch altogether. Since the Duke had spoken, no one else objected. Even if they had to travel on empty stomachs, they could only endure it and hope to buy some food along the way.

Victor, on the other hand, felt rather fortunate. He had been farsighted enough to bring Brando a serving of pastries. Brando also loved the mille-feuille, calling it the best pastry he had ever eaten. The little cake he had treasured last night had already been forgotten by his godson.

Seeing Brando eating, James quietly approached Victor as well. He had also drunk quite a bit the previous night and had not risen much earlier than Alex. His stomach was empty too, and he wanted to ask whether Victor had any food left. But Victor could do nothing to help, so James could only fend for himself.

Just as Alex was preparing to bid farewell to Marquis Guilford, Marquis Guilford had already arrived. Having learned from the servants that Duke Alex intended to depart directly, he hurried over to stop him.

"Duke Alex, there's no need to be in such a rush. It's already noon, so why not have lunch before you leave? I've already made arrangements. It's all local specialty cuisine!"

"Marquis Guilford, I appreciate your kindness,