The Baron wanted to say something more, but his mouth was just halfway open when he was interrupted.
"Lord Louis!" A cheerful voice suddenly interjected.
Only to see a young noble stepping forward with a beaming smile, his face full of flattery: "You are now my greatest idol in the Northern Territory!"
Before his words could finish, another person squeezed in, a middle-aged noble dressed in a brocade robe, his hair sleek and shiny.
"My lord, may I have the honor of hosting you at my territory someday? We'll certainly prepare the finest wine and the most tender roast venison!"
Next, as if a dam had been opened, more people kept crowding over.
Each with a flattering smile, holding a wine cup, surrounded Louis with greetings, toasting, and handing out name cards.
The Baron of the Southwest could only watch helplessly as he was squeezed out of the crowd, looking somewhat embarrassed.
