Nalant stood up and raised his cup toward Boris.
Boris's body trembled, and his eyes immediately reddened with emotion.
He had never expected that Nalant, even now, would still treat him as a friend and a good neighbor, just as always!
One had to know that Nalant's current status on the Sacred Continent was equivalent to that of a god.
As a noble, Boris had also seen plenty of friendships grow distant once someone rose in the world.
After all, those in high positions needed to have the dignity of those in high positions.
If an existence like a dignified god were still friends with an ordinary person, word of it would surely affect his dignity.
"Th-thank you, Nalant. For me, Boris, to have a friend like you is the honor of my lifetime. Even if I were to die right now, I would have no regrets at all!"
Boris answered Nalant excitedly.
Nalant rolled his eyes. "Boris, when did you become so sentimental? Our friendship can make you this worked up?"
"All right, enjoy your food properly. After the ceremony is over and I have some free time, I'll find you all for a private gathering!" Nalant said to Boris.
"All right, Nalant!" Boris nodded hard.
After that, quite a few nobles also rose and respectfully toasted Nalant.
Of course, those who toasted him after that were all nobles and other races with identity and status.
After all, the other minor nobles knew their limits too. They knew that if little figures like themselves stood up, then with Lord Nalant's tolerance, he probably would not refuse.
But with several thousand people present, was Lord Nalant supposed to drink with every single one of them?
Thus, in the end, there were only twenty or thirty people who could toast Nalant.