The Table

Inside Rhode Restaurant's most luxurious Amber Hall, the lamps blazed bright, and cups crossed in a glittering whirl.

Although the new governor's merciless refusal had cast a shadow over the welcoming banquet, after several rounds of fine wine, the stiff, awkward atmosphere gradually came alive again.

Exquisite silver tableware reflected the flickering candlelight, while delicacies such as roast suckling pig, honey-baked goose, and river trout drenched in rich sauce gave off an enticing aroma.

Finance Minister Raphael lifted a ruby-studded goblet, a smooth smile once again piled onto his face, and soothed the crowd. "Gentlemen, gentlemen, there is no need to worry too much. A new official makes three fires upon taking office, that is all. His Excellency the governor has only just arrived, so naturally he must put on a posture of vigorous reform and cold impartiality, for those above to see, and for those below to see as well."

"Tomorrow, we shall prepare a generous 'introductory gift' and personally go to the Governor's Office to pay our respects, explain the local difficulties and 'customs.' I imagine His Lordship the count will not truly make things hard for local powers like us. Come, come, let us not waste this table of excellent food and wine!"

Hearing this, everyone chimed in one after another, relaxed smiles returning to their faces, as if the closed door they had eaten in front of the Governor's Office just now were only a tiny interlude.

The clinking of winecups and the sounds of laughter and conversation rose again.

However, at that very moment—

Bang!

The private room's heavy carved wooden door was suddenly kicked open from outside, letting out a deafening crash. Wood chips flew everywhere.

The laughter and chatter stopped dead. Everyone froze in place at this sudden turn of events, hands holding