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Seeing this, Dai Lin pulled out an extremely ugly smile and said, "I'm fine, don't need to say much."

Pfister knows that sometimes sympathy is also a kind of harm to the parties involved.

So he followed the other party's wishes.

Chatted with him about other topics.

In order to prevent the other party from thinking about the deceased family members, Pfister did not talk about Gina and Fenner, whom both of them knew well.

As for other content, Dai Lin is not interested.

For a while, the atmosphere became a little awkward.

Fortunately, several big nobles from Stormwind City came together at this time.

One of the Marquis who was familiar with Pfister came directly to him and Dai Lin.

And informed him that the nobles had obtained the consent of the owner of the house and were planning to hold a dinner here.

A big thank you to the Allies for their help.

And celebrate the victory of the war.

I hope that the two of Pfister will never reject Yunyun.

These nobles, who came with the army, are more reliable and willing to contribute to the country.

He had a good impression of it at first.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the war was over, the opponent's old habits would sprout.

But then he thought it was normal.

After all, everyone has been bored for too long.

Don't you see, all the generals were a little moved when they heard the words.

Did even Turalyon have a good time with the noble who invited him?

But that didn't interest him.

Originally prepared to refuse directly.

Unexpectedly, Dai Lin suddenly said: "Is there any good wine?"

The Marquis smiled: "Your Majesty Daelin, you asked, and there really are. Those orc barbarians are out of their minds, and they found Nedved's secret cellar, and his treasures are still there. Old port wine, morning Wine and kirsch, everything you need. If you want Dalaran black wine or dwarf spirits, you can find them too!"

"Very good. When will the banquet start?" Dai Lin asked immediately.

Pfister felt that the other party's mental state was very problematic.

Don't worry about attending the meeting alone.

In the end, he chose to agree.

Regardless of chores, the time soon came to night.

Pfister and the others moved directly to the restaurant.

In his deployment, except for sisters Aurelia and Sylvanas, no one was absent.

The level of the whole banquet was not very good.

The chef's skills are not satisfactory.

The quality of the musicians is abysmal.

But a lot of things are just an atmosphere.

Everyone is basically happy.

Of course Daelin had to be removed.

As soon as he was seated, he began to drink all kinds of wine.

And it's not a glass of a glass, but a bottle of blowing.

Seeing Pfister was terrified.

Fortunately, Dai Lin is a master after all, so he shouldn't die from drinking it.

All the nobles in Stormwind City know that Pfister has a bright future.

During the meeting, many people talked with him to build relationships.

There are even people with lower status in the next seat who come here specially.

Among them was old Fordragon.

The other party apologized to him specifically for the offense he and his son had caused.

It's more lively than Turayang's side.

This is normal, after all, although Turayang is the coach, the disbandment of the Allied Forces has entered the countdown.

And Pfister, a strong man with seven rings, will always be a legend.

Not to mention that his performance all the time is better than Tulayang.

The final battle in which the troops were divided into three groups is a typical example.

Pfister won very easily.

Turalyon, on the other hand, struggled more.

Of course, the enemies they face are different, so the analogy is a bit hooligan.

But the aristocrats have no skills at all, and have only experienced one of the battles.

Coupled with the losses Stormwind suffered, it was hard not to let it feel resentment.

Therefore, most of them are only consequential.

Pfister wished there would be less entertainment like this.

Fording on the side has already escaped with an excuse, and he doesn't know how long he will be talking nonsense.

I can't help but secretly regret that I shouldn't have agreed.