"How many dishes? Is it that intoxicating? "
"You don't say. It's rare to see such an exciting performance."
"Shocking! The reason why the chiefs of the various tribes danced wildly at the conferring ceremony was actually because … "
The orcs and spectators in the ordinary seats were all stunned by this scene. It was rare to see such a group losing their composure. They couldn't help tiptoeing and craning their necks to look inside.
"Is his dishes so intoxicating when paired with my wine?" Hannah stroked her chin curiously in the crowd. Was Meg's dishes better, or was her wine better?
As the descendant of the God of Wine, she naturally had her own pride.
However, looking at the intoxicated expressions of those nobles, she became even more curious about Meg.
Hannah had always thought that Mag was a super good spy to be chosen by the organization for such an important mission. However, she didn't expect him to be a chef, and from the looks of it, he was a super good chef.
"When this matter is resolved, I must get him to cook a good meal for me. If it's really good, then I'll force myself to … Hmph, hmph. He got off too easy …" Hannah thought of something, and stomped her feet shyly as her face flushed pink.
…
"Lord Devolde, there are people guarding every entrance. More than 10 of our brothers have been captured. What should we do now?" An orc wearing a straw hat hurriedly walked in from an alley outside the city, and said to Devolde, who was leaning against the wall and looking in the direction of the city wall.
"How many of our brothers have sneaked in now?" Devolde asked that orc as he turned around.
"Including those who were hiding in the city last night, there are about 50 of them."
"That's too little." Devolde frowned. They created a ruckus in the inner city last night, and ended up falling into Gary's trap. Luckily, the mysterious person helped them. Not only did they escape unscathed, but they also rescued the orcs who were imprisoned by Gary because of the former chief.
However, almost everyone retreated from the inner city in order to avoid capture.
In the end, Gary repaired the city wall overnight, and sent out a large number of soldiers to guard every exit.
Today was Gary's conferring ceremony, and at the same time, Young Master Ferdinand would be executed.
If they didn't do anything today, Gary's position would be unshakable once Young Master Ferdinand was hanged.
"Move in batches and infiltrate the city at all costs. We must let more of our brothers enter the inner city before the conferring ceremony begins," Devolde said with a serious expression.
"Yes," the orc replied and prepared to leave.
"Devolde, you want to enter the city, right?" At this moment, a low voice suddenly sounded from the alley.
"Who's there?!" Devolde looked towards the entrance of the alley. His staff was already beginning to gather light.
The young orc also nervously drew his longsword from his waist and looked back at the alley.
"I'm Ken, one of Jérôme's men." The orc slowly walked in with his hand raised.
"Stop!" Devolde shouted. He looked at Ken with vigilance and said, "If you come any closer, you will turn into a pile of charcoal! Tell me, what did Jérôme send you here for?! "
"Don't misunderstand. I don't mean any harm, and Jérôme didn't send me here," Ken said to Devolde as he stood still.
"Jérôme has a few lackeys, and you are the most famous one. Do you think I will believe you?" Devolde sneered as he looked at the alley behind Ken with uneasiness.
"If I were on his side, you would have been surrounded by the heavy cavalry led by Darryl or Kurt, and then killed on the spot. Your heads would be displayed to the public." Ken put down his hand, and looked into Devolde's eyes. He lowered his voice, and said, "Perhaps you don't know, but the bounty on your head is 1,000,000 copper coins."
Devolde frowned when he heard that. After pondering for a while, he put down his magic caster's staff, and said to Ken, "What do you want from us now?"
"I am indebted to Chief Isaiah. Back then, he saved my mother, who was picking herbs, from dying in the mouth of a ferocious tiger. Of course, this matter was insignificant to the chief, because a kind person like him had done many similar things. However, the medicine that my mother brought back saved me from the brink of death. He saved my life and my mother's life. A person like him shouldn't die like this, "Ken said sadly.
"Don't be hypocritical here. When the rebel army breached the city wall, you were standing beside Jérôme. Did you show mercy to the chief and his family?" Devolde said angrily.
"I indeed didn't stand on the chief's side." Ken's eyes dimmed, but he still looked at Devolde, and said, "However, I let Princess Connie go. She should have survived. Gary didn't find her."
"You let Connie go?!" Devolde and the orcs at the side were elated to hear that.
"I didn't have the ability to save the chief, and Princess Connie only did a little. I still owe Chief Isaiah a lot," Ken said.
"Then, why are you looking for us today?" Devolde looked at Ken, perplexed.
"Today is the conferring ceremony. Gary intends to hang Young Master Ferdinand in front of everyone, and completely cut off the possibility of a revival. If Young Master Ferdinand dies, the chief will only have Princess Connie as his daughter. Even the chief's loyal supporters will find it difficult to support her as the new chief. So, tonight is the last chance. " Ken looked at Devolde, and took two steps forward. He lowered his voice, and said, "I'm in charge of guarding the southwest gate today. The brothers I've chosen to bring along are all our people. All of you will change into black soft armor. When you see three torches lit up on the southwest gate, immediately enter the city under the cover of night. I will let you pass."
Devolde was elated to hear that. He grabbed Ken's hand, and said, "If we can succeed today, and Young Master regains control of the Falk Tribe in the future, I will definitely thank you greatly."
"This is what I should do. It will be very dangerous after entering the city. All of you must be careful." Ken also gripped Devolde's hand tightly, and turned to leave quickly.
…
"Don't just drink. Come, eat more … fish." Meg chuckled as he called out to the few orcs who came to retrieve the corpses. He pushed a freshly grilled fish in front of everyone, and filled their glasses with wine.
"This wine … this fish … is really too beautiful … delicious …" the scarred orc stuttered as he hugged a wooden pillar at the side.
The few orcs at the side drank two more bowls before collapsing from the alcohol. However, they still had satisfied smiles on their faces.
"Alright, then drink a few more glasses. When you wake up, the world might change." Meg put down the wine jar, and walked out of the alley with a smile.
"Serve the last dish. It's time for us to go and watch the show," Meg said as he went into the kitchen, and removed his apron.
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