Chapter 107: Won't It Be Found Again?

Arriving at the dining hall, the dishes were already prepared.

Gervas sat at the head of the long table, while the people of the Gail family and the Violet family sat on either side.

Once everyone was seated, the maids swiftly served the dishes to the guests.

"Father, Viscount Catherine, the Storm Domain has limited conditions, and I have no overly sumptuous delicacies to entertain you; I hope you do not mind!"

"Lord Gervas speaks in jest; we are very grateful for Lord Gervas's hospitality!" Hearing Gervas's polite words, Catherine responded with equal courtesy.

Andrew nodded; naturally, he would not disdain the younger son's humble household.

Moreover, in the past at Baron Gail's castle, the food standard was the same: chunks of meat, meat soup, and white bread.

Of course, he sniffed and found the chunks of meat and meat soup on Gervas's table especially fragrant.

Perhaps it was because the ingredients were fresh enough!

Andrew paid it no mind, thinking only that the Storm Domain was vast and sparsely populated, so the beasts were more numerous and fresher.

He glanced at Laniel, who was still looking completely absent-minded.

Andrew frowned inwardly.

But Ernst, the eldest son, performed well; not only was his expression normal, but he now said, "Gervas, it smells so good and is quite nice, so I won't stand on ceremony!"

Saying this, Ernst picked up his knife and fork, cut a piece of meat from the plate in a gentlemanly manner, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Andrew nodded, knowing this eldest son was pretending.

In the past at home, he had never seen him eat meat so eagerly.

After all, even the most delicious meat, eaten day after day for over ten years, would become tiresome.

"Ah!"

But just as Andrew was thinking this, Ernst suddenly let out a startled cry.

This startled Andrew.

Not only him, but the female viscount and the vassals across from them also looked over.

Andrew's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that Ernst also wanted to make Gervas look foolish?

Andrew had witnessed the tricks nobles played on people in the past.

Would the next moment be him saying the meat chunks tasted bad, or that there was something strange in his mouth?

"Ernst, you are too rude!" Andrew quickly scolded, wanting to stop him.

But Ernst looked completely innocent. "Father, I didn't mean to; it's mainly that these meat chunks... are simply too delicious! This is actually monster beast meat!"

"Hmm? Monster beast meat?" Ernst's answer was beyond Andrew's expectation.

And Baron Mien and the others across from him also looked down in surprise at the roasted meat on their plates.

Each person's plate held fully four or five jin of stewed meat chunks.

Such a portion was nothing for a Title Knight.

After all, Title Knights possess great strength, so their consumption is naturally great as well.

But if these four or five jin were monster beast meat, the portion would be far too generous.

Even the lowest-grade monster beast meat, one jin, equals the energy of four or five jin of ordinary wild beast meat.

Moreover, the price difference is worlds apart.

Four or five jin of monster beast meat would be worth at least forty or fifty silver coins, right?

If the six of them ate it all, that would equal more than two gold coins!

This Gervas is truly too generous!

They had seen monster beast meat used to entertain guests, but it was basically made into meat soup.

That way, one saves face while saving money.

"Some time ago, a second-grade monster beast wolf happened to intrude into the Storm Domain."

"For the safety of the domain, I led the knights to exterminate it!"

"Therefore, everyone, do not stand on ceremony; my castle has stored quite a lot of this monster beast meat!"

Gervas explained lightly with one sentence and continued to invite everyone to dine.

And upon learning it was monster beast meat, everyone no longer delayed.

After all, for minor nobles, monster beast meat is also a rare delicacy.

Among the group, only Viscount Catherine continued to eat slowly and elegantly.

Watching his father and eldest brother and others beside him eat so heartily, Laniel kept swallowing saliva.

But the words spoken just upon arrival were still in his ears; he truly had no face to eat those meat chunks, and now his intestines were regretting themselves green.

In the hinterland of the Gail Domain, monster beast meat is even more expensive than on the border; one cannot eat it even once or twice a year.

Thinking of this, Laniel's eyes rolled, and he immediately grabbed the egg custard from the side.

He planned to eat two bites of egg custard first, then start eating the meat chunks, so it would seem less abrupt.

Thus, the exquisite silver bowl containing the egg custard was brought before him.

Scooping up a piece of soft, tender egg custard with a spoon, Laniel stuffed the egg custard directly into his mouth.

"Just two bites, and I will immediately start eating the monster beast meat!"

Laniel already had a plan, but the next instant...

"Ah!"

A startled cry rang out again abruptly, startling Ernst, who was cutting meat, so that his hand trembled, and the silver knife almost cut his hand.

"Laniel, are you alright?"

Ernst looked at his younger brother with a face full of anger.

Andrew looked over at this moment, his eyes also filled with fury.

Across from them, Catherine, Baron Mien, and the others, though silent, watched it all with thoughtful expressions.

"Father, I... I didn't mean to!" Laniel was terrified.

He had never seen his father's eyes so stern before.

"You didn't mean to? Do you think, like me, that the egg custard is too delicious?" Ernst said with a bad temper.

He thought Laniel was doing it on purpose, trying to copy his own recent behavior and disrupt Gervas's banquet.

And such behavior of his would obviously drag Ernst into it as well.

After all, he himself had suddenly cried out just like that a moment ago.

"Father, it is indeed that the egg custard is so delicious that I cried out instinctively; I truly did not mean to cause trouble!"

Laniel's face was full of grievance, feeling more aggrieved than the demon wolf on the table.

Who would have known this egg custard would be so delicious?

And Ernst laughed.

This fellow actually dared to use such an excuse.

Seeing Andrew's volcano about to erupt, Laniel's survival instinct was strong. "Father, I swear what I say is true. And Viscount Catherine, if you don't believe me, just taste it; this egg custard smells better than demon beast meat."

"After eating it, the whole body feels warm, as if the body has become light."

"Hmm?"

Now, everyone hesitated.

Because Laniel's reaction did not seem fake.

Although Gervas very much expected this little brother to be thoroughly beaten up by his father first.

But to avoid his banquet being ruined.

He finally spoke up at this moment.

"Everyone, Laniel probably didn't mean to. This egg custard is indeed quite delicious because it is made from Colored-Wing Swan eggs!"

"Colored-Wing Swan eggs? The eggs produced by that Third-Rank demon beast, the Colored-Wing Swan?"

Ernst's eyes widened, doubting whether he had heard correctly.

"Exactly!" Gervas confirmed with a smile.

"Gervas, wasn't it said that Colored-Wing Swan eggs are very rare? How do you have so many? Doesn't this require at least several Colored-Wing Swan eggs?"

Ernst's shock had not yet faded; long ago, at the Noble Academy, he had heard a count's second son bragging about it.

Saying how delicious and how rare Colored-Wing Swan eggs were, worth one gold coin per egg.

Moreover, they were exclusive to great nobles, not even purchasable if one had money.

And judging by the size of the silver bowls before them, I'm afraid one bowl would require one Colored-Wing Swan egg to make, right?

And where did Gervas get them from?

It wouldn't be that he picked them up again, would it?