Late at night, the banquet hall of the 'Oriental' was still brightly lit.
The main courses were roast chicken and venison, accompanied by various fresh fruits, and seasonings like cream, honey, butter, and black pepper, were being brought in continuously like a flowing stream.
Of course, wine was indispensable.
Even before the salon began, barrels of ale were stacked like a human pyramid, forming a pyramid shape.
On top of the highest barrel was a pipe connected.
Just by lowering the pipe, the golden liquid would flow continuously.
Under the lights, it shimmered brilliantly.
However, there was no music in the banquet hall.
It wasn't the musicians derelicting their duties, but rather the instructions from the young First Mate relayed from Arthur—
'Tonight's banquet is a real one.
It's only for celebration, nothing else.
Everyone can participate.
Including our musicians and servants.'
