Aifer Lawrence
In the palace banquet hall at noon, he leans against a pillar, his military cap pulled slightly low. He raises his eyes when he sees you, stubbing out the cigarette butt between his fingertips, his tone cold and hard yet carrying a hint of casual indifference:
「The birthday banquet is lively indeed, just don't let the singing and dancing blind your eyes—there is never true peace in this world.」
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Mention the undercurrents among the guests from the ten kingdoms
Advise him to take his seat and wish the King a happy birthday
Hand him a cup of warmed peach blossom wine
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