Godrick was especially happy at dinner. At last, there were plenty of people sitting at his dining table, and they were not fair-weather friends he had bought with money.
Morgott, Lansseax, Vyke, Zhao Si. Most of them were sincere toward him. He could feel it.
The atmosphere over dinner was harmonious, too. Given how hard Godrick was working, Morgott and Lansseax did not argue again. Gold and Dragonbolt-Godrick could master both at once. To be honest, Zhao Si was a little envious, too, but those were Godrick's family legacies. Envy would get him nowhere. It was his own fault for not being of the golden lineage.
Zhao Si had made gains of his own. Aside from building his strength, he had also been listening in on Morgott's lessons and trying to control Ghostflame more precisely. With his experience learning Ohega's Dancing Blade, he had made some initial progress in shaping Ghostflame. For instance, he could now conjure a little flame and play with it on his fingertips.
He no longer had to attach it to a weapon.
After dinner, Lansseax took Vyke home.
Zhao Si and Morgott stayed behind and began another chat with Godrick. Zhao Si's arm hurt, but he did not let it show on his face. Whether during his earlier conversation with Godrick or over dinner just now, his expression had remained normal, and he had not instinctively reached to clutch it.
No one else paid much attention. Only Morgott narrowed his eyes and glanced at it.
Birdsong and floral fragrance filled the large courtyard as the three of them reclined on lounge chairs, gazing at the Erdtree's lush branches and leaves. Zhao Si took out his little notebook again and sketched the Erdtree as it looked at that moment.
The Erdtree's lush foliage was plain to