Watching Lisper and Borne eat so happily made quite a few young men and women nearby grit their teeth in secret.
Of course, most people merely smiled at the younger generation's squabbles. Some even saw echoes of their former selves in them.
Just then, elegant, gentle harp music drifted through the banquet hall. Everyone followed the sound and saw a finely dressed man onstage, playing a harp.
The man was breathtakingly handsome. His sculpted features were sharply defined, his angular face exceptionally striking. There was a trace of gentleness beneath his handsome exterior, while the complex mix of temperaments he exuded only made him more charming. Even Borne had to admit that this guy was really handsome!
Borne slowed his eating and glanced at Hussein, the chieftain of Shamsuddin, and his grandfather. They were the true center of the entire banquet. Those gathered around the two big shots were either members of noble families or prominent figures in politics.
"His name is Victor. He's the vice leader of the Harpist Troupe and also a bard. His distinctive harp-playing skills have earned him a bit of fame among Nether's upper class!"
Lisper thought Borne had been drawn in by the music and explained.
"A bard? No wonder he's so good-looking."
Borne casually set his plate aside. He was nearly full and felt that the trip had been worthwhile.
So qi had this kind of use too. Especially with high-energy foods like this—it could not only digest and break them down quickly, but also store excess nutrients for replenishment at critical moments, even producing an effect akin to "replenishing qi."
"Good-looking?"
Lisper covered her mouth and laughed. "So even our genius has a day when he feels inferior."
Borne remained unmoved by the president's teasing.
At that moment, he recalled a line