After dinner, Werther parted ways with the Tanding brothers.
The meal had been pleasant enough. Alberc Tanding loved a good drink, and he and Werther finished the bottle then and there. Alberc Lan was none too pleased.
As Alberc Tanding put it, the wine was a gift for Mr. Werther. How could they use it to treat him and his elder brother?
But after Alberc Tanding smacked him on the back of the head, he and Werther started drinking in earnest. Werther brought out several more bottles of fine wine, and only then did the two drink to their hearts' content.
Alberc Tanding was a straightforward man. He did not care about Werther's reputation; he trusted what he saw with his own eyes.
But no one should mistake this king for a benevolent soul. His compassion extended only to his own people. He had wiped out every neighboring kingdom that dared cause trouble, killed their Royal Family members, and absorbed their citizens into his own country.
Werther and Alberc Tanding had not known each other long, but they had struck up a friendship.
As for the invitation to stay at the palace, Werther politely declined. Instead, he found a decent luxury hotel nearby.
Most importantly, Werther booked only one room.
When Baccarat saw Werther return with just one room key, she lowered her head and followed close behind him.
Once they entered the room, Baccarat's movements grew stiff.
It was already late outside. Werther took off his coat, showered, and lay down on the bed.
Strong as he was, several days of roughing it had left him tired. After the shower, he felt refreshed.
Baccarat quietly went into the bathroom too. Half an hour later, she sat on the edge of the bed, cheeks flushed and water still dripping from