Chapter 407: So Coincidental?

At the Hero's Tavern, Mil and the others walked straight in.

This counts as a relatively high-end tavern among the caravan stops; the dancers inside are said to be stunning one and all, many hailing from the Desert Duchy of the Western Regions, bearing exotic flair.

And because Mil and the others had achieved consecutive victories, they felt a celebration ought to be grand, so they chose this tavern, whose costs are relatively steep.

Yet, not long after everyone took their seats, before they could even order a dancer, a noble approached to greet them, "You are Baron Mil?"

Though he disliked being disturbed, seeing the young man before him dressed clearly more lavishly than himself, Mil helplessly replied, "Yes, Your Grace!"

"Indeed it is you, Baron Mil; your excellent performance today was witnessed by all of us. By the way, I forgot to introduce myself!"

"I am Lark, from the Count Cant family; my father is Count Cant!"

"So it is Your Grace Lark; it is an honor to meet you. Additionally, thank you for your praise!" Hearing this, Mil could only respond politely to the other party.

Although having such a scion of a great noble initiate contact was something he would never have dared to imagine in the past.

But this time the other party came mainly because of his fake fame, so he dared not engage too deeply, lest he expose himself.

However, Mil clearly underestimated his current prestige within the great army.

This Lark immediately invited, "Baron Mil, you need not thank me; these are all things you deserve. By the way, I have many friends over there who very much wish to meet you!"

"So, may I have the honor of inviting you over to drink together? By the way, my friends include not only scions of counts, but even scions of Hou Jue!"

"This..." Lark's tone was very humble and sincere, so this counted as a genuine invitation in the truest sense.

By all rights, a normal minor noble would certainly not miss such a good opportunity.

Not only scions of counts, but even scions of Hou Jue; if one could successfully befriend even one of them, for a baronial noble, the benefits would be immense.

But the problem is, he, Mil, is not in a normal situation.

"Forgive me, Your Grace Lark; although I very much wish to accept your request, my friends are all here, and I truly cannot abandon them!"

"How about this? Next time there is an opportunity, I will accept Your Grace Lark's request; is that acceptable?"

Lark frowned slightly and looked toward Gervas and the others.

Earlier, when Mil entered the tavern, many nobles heard about the Eastern Border.

He had promised his friends that this time he would definitely invite Mil over.

Moreover, later they would have a noble scion of relatively special status arriving; he very much wished to befriend and show favor to him, so he did not want this invitation to fail.

"How about this, Your Grace Mil? Then let your friends come over together!" Lark recalled that he still had some seats over there; even if a few more people sat down, it would not be a problem.

"This..." Mil did not expect the other party to be so insistent.

"Your Grace Mil, I, Lark, have never begged anyone before; this time I truly very much wish to invite Your Grace over; please do not refuse!" Lark spoke earnestly once more.

Mil glanced over at Gervas and the crowd.

Finding that the crowd showed no reaction whatsoever, "Very well! Your Grace!"

Finally, Mil still agreed.

And Gervas and the others, since they were drinking anyway, naturally had no objection.

Soon, the crowd was invited by this Lark to go to his original seat.

Indeed, those seated were a group of noble scions dressed even more lavishly.

And upon seeing Mil, they were all very warm and genial, certainly not the kind who acted superior.

It seems the battle situation from today indeed conquered all the nobles.

Even these great noble scions, who in the past looked down on everyone, were willing to lower themselves to befriend Mil on equal terms.

Of course, this applied only to Mil; as for Gervas, Ian, and these minor nobles, aside from being casually invited to raise a glass when they first sat down, nothing further involved them afterward.

The crowd did not drive them away, yet they ignored them.

Ian and the others naturally felt slightly envious of Mil; only Gervas was happy to be at ease.

Actually, he disliked such scenes the most.

But since Mil was bearing the risks brought by his fame, the benefits naturally had to be enjoyed by him, so Gervas did not signal him to refuse.

And amidst the round-robin toasts among the great noble scions, although Mil had the intention to attend to Gervas and the others, he simply could not manage it.

"He's here, Lark; Your Grace Adams has arrived. However, there are five or six of them; our seats might be insufficient!"

"Insufficient?" Lark frowned and glanced around, then suddenly had an idea, whispering a few words to this friend of his.

Immediately, this friend nodded and headed toward Gervas, Ian, and the others.

Then, this person spoke quietly beside Gervas and the group, "Your Graces, a few friends of relatively high status will arrive here shortly; however, the seats are somewhat insufficient!"

"I wonder if your graces could take seats at that table nearby? Of course, all expenses will still be covered by us, and we can also arrange several hot ladies to accompany your graces!"

Hearing this, Ian and the others all looked toward Gervas.

Gervas was naturally very understanding; the other party was so polite entirely because of Mil. "No problem!"

Just like that, Gervas and the few were invited to a table next door, merely two meters away.

And Mil soon noticed; just as he rose to his feet, Lark beside him pulled him back down to sit. Gervas also cast him a reassuring glance.

Mil could only sit down again.

And this Lark indeed kept his word; he truly found five hot ladies for them, along with a table full of sumptuous food.

Although Gervas was not interested, Ian and the others' disappointment vanished at once, and they began happily interacting with the ladies.

Seeing this, the corner of Gervas's mouth curved slightly upward. Of course, the lady beside him could only serve to help pour wine; nothing else did Gervas require.

"Your Grace Adams, you have arrived; come quickly and take your seat here!"

Just then, the greeting sound from beside him made Gervas pause in surprise.

Could it be that coincidental?

When Gervas turned around, he discovered that things were indeed that coincidental.

The distinguished guest Lark had been waiting for was truly Adams.

As for why Adams was so popular now, this naturally could not be separated from Gervas's help that night.

Since the night Adams led a team that wiped out over five hundred orcs, his name spread among the scions of great nobles.

Especially, the once arrogant grandson of Duke Hernade was humbled before Adams, beaten so badly he couldn't get out of bed for two days.

This caused the scions of great nobles to reassess Adams's strength.

And as scions of great families, they were never short of the habit of befriending the strong.

Thus, Adams became one of the noble scions these aristocratic youths now most wanted to befriend.