Night had fallen.
The banquet hall, awash in a beige hue, was brightly lit. Nobles dressed in extravagant attire held glasses of wine, gathering in small groups to converse.
The topic of discussion mostly revolved around the new laws recently issued by the Lord of Tilamei.
"It's absurd, utterly absurd. Those lowly serfs are clearly our own property, to be dealt with as we see fit. Yet now, to expel them has become a crime?!"
This angry statement from a veteran noble, spurred by alcohol, resonated with many of the nobles present.
"The new Lord of Tilamei is indeed merciful, but ultimately, it is still us who have to support these serfs."
"Ah... speak cautiously."
At gatherings like this, they could only vent their frustrations. No one dared to openly criticize the Lord.
"Our family was actually planning to leave the Tilaimei Plain some time ago," Sandy, seated in a corner of the gathering, said after sipping his drink.
