Inside the castle.
A grand banquet was underway. To thank Thor and the others for rescuing the territory, Apron Niang provided an exceptionally lavish reception, even bringing out wine that had been treasured for years, as everyone drank heartily together.
"Sir Thor, it's truly unbelievable. Who would have thought that there's a noble alliance in the Northern Province?"
"I sincerely thank you."
Apron Niang raised his glass, a voice full of emotion sounded.
"You're too kind!"
"It was just a small effort."
Thor laughed as he spoke, also raising his glass in gesture.
"No, no, this is not mere courtesy."
"Without Sir Thor and everyone else, my territory would have probably been overrun by those damned kobolds."
Apron Niang shook his head, speaking with earnestness.
"Sir Apron Niang, you're exaggerating!"
"By the way, I wonder, Sir Apron Niang, what are your plans next?"
Thor chuckled softly and then, as if something came to mind, casually inquired.
