So the food had been made by a Pandaren. That was no surprise; even before the mists of Pandaria dissipated, scattered Pandaren had appeared on the continent. Those national treasures had a particular passion for food and a distinctive ingenuity in cooking.
Seeing that long-missed "steamer," Patrick really wanted to meet Chen Feng, who had made the shrimp dumplings, and pinch the national treasure's cheeks.
Calia Menethil, still a little girl, looked curiously at the Elf before her. Although there were quite a few High Elves in Lordaeron, this was her first time seeing one like Patrick.
Blue-white light radiated from him, and his entire body floated in the air. The little girl was somewhat timid and stayed pressed close to her father's side.
What was King Terenas ultimately planning, going to such lengths to show him goodwill? That remained unknown for now.
All the ambassadors chatted freely, enjoying the extra leisure time. Patrick paid little attention to the human food. After eating a few bites, King Terenas politely excused himself, leaving the nobles and ambassadors free to converse and dance as they pleased.
Before long, a human attendant approached.
"Lord Patrick Cabrolon, His Majesty Terenas requests your presence."
Patrick had not expected it to come so soon. Following the attendant's lead, he walked down a long corridor to a royal reception room, where His Majesty Terenas was already waiting.
The room was grandly furnished, with another seat already set directly opposite King Terenas. The room was brightly lit, with crafts and sculptures displayed all around.
"Lord Patrick, thank you for accepting my invitation." King Terenas attached great importance to etiquette. For a king of good breeding and conduct, etiquette was absolutely essential training.
"Yes, Your Majesty Terenas." Patrick returned the courtesy.
The old king gave a slight gesture, and