Soft moonlight spilled down, making the magnificent Golden Feather Palace seem exceptionally lively under the night sky.
Bright and dazzling Magic Energy Lamps, like countless stars, illuminated every corner.
Tonight, nobles great and small from all over the Kingdom had gathered here. It was both a celebration of the Kingdom's founding and a grand affair for networking and socializing.
There was no shortage of people here purely for the festivities, to enjoy the fine wine and entertainment, but most were busy wheeling and dealing to secure advantages for their own territories.
"Ronin, long time no see!"
MacLaren, the acting head of the Fleming Clan, approached Ronin while holding a half-full glass of wine.
"Screaming Island has already received several shipments of timber from Rapids Island. The quality is excellent!"
He raised his glass. "To our partnership!"
