After Black Widow finished washing and changed into a black evening gown, she and Annan left with the maid waiting outside and headed for the dining room.
It was a private banquet, with no lively dancing or noisy guests—only Annan, Black Widow, Grand Lord Raymond, and his nephew.
Annan finally met Grand Lord Raymond. His body rivaled Grand Marshal Garkin's in size. Much of his skin lay bare beneath Golden Chainmail, and even his ears, nose, and lips were adorned with exquisite gold jewelry.
He probably had dozens of pounds of gold on him alone.
"Do you know Grand Marshal Garkin of the Raymond Kingdom and Duke Kingsley of the Orr Empire?" Annan couldn't help asking.
Could they share a similar bloodline? After all, a pure-blooded human could hardly reach the terrifying weight of over two thousand pounds, like a griffin...
"You're not the first to say we look alike." A deep, booming laugh rang out.
Grand Lord Raymond did not rise. He looked briefly startled when he saw Annan make a gesture used within the Wealth Church, then a faint smile appeared on his fleshy face.
"We've met."
"How come I don't remember?"
Grand Lord Raymond's size was unforgettable. If Annan had seen him before, he would remember. Could it have been at the Elven Royal Court?
The maid guided Annan to a seat at the other end of the long table. Then the Grand Lord said, "The Holy Hall."
Annan looked up in surprise and met the Grand Lord's gaze.
They had chosen much the same way to dispel hostility—Annan with his pendant, Grand Lord Raymond with the Holy Hall.
And it worked. Some of Annan's hostility faded, while Grand Lord Raymond let the destruction the Blue Dragon had caused in the Broken Mountains slide.
A maid wheeled