Louis leisurely walked out of the banquet hall, the cold wind hitting his face, dispelling the smell of alcohol and the greasiness of roasted meat from inside.
He gently exhaled, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
This banquet was even more uninteresting than he expected.
Zachary Diaz was indeed nothing special.
He thought he could control these Pioneer Nobles, relying on some sweet talk and little favors to make people willingly fight for him.
But in reality? Those nobles' eyes had already begun to change.
At first, they indeed surrounded and praised Zachary, like a pack of obedient lapdogs.
But with just my words, the seeds of doubt have been planted.
Is what Zachary said truly for everyone's good? Or only for himself?
Such questions, once in their minds, are hard to ignore.
"Hahaha, boss, you were so awesome just now!"
