Kailinna thought confidently, constantly showing off her advantages.
However, Hiccup was completely unmoved.
He looked at Kailinna with cold eyes and said, "Drink it, don't you understand?"
Kailinna's face was ashen; she really couldn't understand why she was inferior to that bony slave.
"Divine Envoy, I..."
"Clang!"
Night Fury directly drew the Dragon Slayer Sword for Hiccup, looking at Kailinna fiercely.
Its dark green eyes seemed to say, 'Stop dawdling and let's eat.'
Hiccup crossed his arms and said, "Drink it to live, or die."
Kailinna cast a pleading glance at a viscount in the crowd, and then at Earl Jonaf, with whom she had had a one-night stand.
However, these two men, whom she considered her backing, both recoiled two steps in fear when they felt her gaze.
No one dared to disobey the Divine Envoy's command.
He was a god-like man; even Draeger, who possessed a million-strong army and a Bewitching Dragon King, had already been defeated by the Divine Envoy.
They were just ordinary, unremarkable people.
A single command from the Divine Envoy could make their families completely disappear from the world.
Only a fool would dare to offend the Divine Envoy for a mistress.
Hiccup glanced at her disdainfully, raised his hand, and the Dragon Slayer Sword appeared in his palm.
His finger traced along the blade, and a pitch-black Hellfire crawled and coiled around the Dragon Slayer Sword.
"It seems you've made your choice."
As his voice fell, Hiccup casually swung the Dragon Slayer Sword.
The blade cut through the air, scorching and distorting the space in front of him.
Kailinna immediately knelt on the ground, just about to beg for forgiveness.
However, Hellfire gave her no chance to speak; in the blink of an eye, Kailinna turned to ashes before the terrified eyes of everyone.
"Clang!"
The Hellfire extinguished, and the Dragon Slayer Sword returned to its sheath.
Hiccup smiled faintly and said, "I've been hungry for a while; let the feast begin."
Earl Jonaf swallowed hard, quickly forced a smile, stepped forward, and bowed slightly, saying, "Divine Envoy, please!"
Hiccup nodded slightly and slowly walked into the resplendent banquet hall.
His proud and imposing back radiated an invisible, yet tangible, killing intent.
Everyone felt as if a great mountain was pressing on their hearts, making it difficult to breathe, and even made them want to escape today's dinner.
However, when they saw the heavily armored cavalry at the entrance, they immediately dismissed the idea.
One by one, they waited for the caravan members to enter the banquet first, then, with bowed heads, followed behind them.
The dim candlelight reflected on the golden wine pitchers, mirroring the faces of the coming and going guests.
Night Fury hopped and skipped, observing everything in the banquet hall, finding everything so novel.
First, it twitched its nose, sniffing the dishes on the table, then picked up a turkey leg and jumped near an armor display.
Mimicking the armor display, it stood on its hind legs, with its front paws dangling, and the turkey leg still in its mouth, as if it had forgotten to chew.
Feeling that this wasn't exciting enough, Night Fury directly put the helmet from the armor display onto its own head.
The moment it put it on, Night Fury thrashed its head wildly, like a kitten with a paper bag over its head; its huge body leaped back and forth, knocking over several other large armor displays nearby.
"Clang, clang!"
The armor displays fell like dominoes, one after another, and Night Fury finally got rid of the huge helmet on its head.
Everyone looked at Night Fury with pale faces, fearing that if it wasn't happy playing by itself, a fireball would directly send them to meet the God of Light.
Night Fury sat on the ground in a disheveled state, and feeling everyone's gaze, its mouth twitched, showing an expression that was neither crying nor smiling.
Finally, it awkwardly hid beside Hiccup.
After Night Fury's commotion, everyone's nerves were on edge.
In this seemingly spacious banquet hall, even if they wanted to escape, they wouldn't be faster than Night Fury's fireball.
Hiccup looked at Night Fury with some helplessness; the knights nearby quickly went to clean up the mess, no one daring to show the slightest complaint, much less any extraneous thoughts.
"Everyone, be seated."
Upon receiving Hiccup's command, everyone took their seats at the long tables that ran through the banquet hall, according to their status and position.
Every other seat had a tree-like candelabrum with several candles burning on it.
Everyone's mood was like the flickering candlelight, their heartbeats fluctuating, nervously awaiting Hiccup's speech.
What if the Divine Envoy wants all my territory and wealth?
The Divine Envoy wouldn't want us to be his slaves, would he?
Earl Jonaf said nothing; it seemed tonight wouldn't be easy.
Hiccup glanced at Earl Jonaf and said, "Let's begin the meal."
Earl Jonaf tried his best to maintain proper etiquette, nodding slightly and saying, "Yes, Divine Envoy."
Then he clapped his hands, and scantily clad waitresses entered the banquet hall carrying large round platters.
They stacked the newly served dishes on top of the original ones, forming three layers in total.
The reason Hiccup started the meal early was entirely because he noticed the caravan members constantly trying to secretly swallow their saliva.
They probably wouldn't get to eat such delicacies, usually only enjoyed by nobles, in their entire lives.
This meal alone would be unforgettable for them.
And they had originally thought the first layer of dishes was enticing enough, but they didn't expect two more layers of delicious food.
Both the color and aroma made the caravan members' eyes light up.
Even Night Fury couldn't help but lean forward, staring at the food on the table.
Everyone, including Night Fury, waited for Hiccup to pick up his knife and fork first.
Hiccup smiled and nodded, put on his napkin, and picked up his knife and fork to eat the steak.
Night Fury, even less reserved, picked up a turkey larger than its own head and devoured it in a few bites.
Earl Jonaf wanted to offer his seat to Night Fury, but Night Fury was completely unmoved; Earl Jonaf then tried to share his food with Night Fury.
As a result, Night Fury glared at him fiercely.
It only ate the food in front of Hiccup; it wouldn't touch anything offered by others.
The caravan members suppressed the urge to use their hands, using knives and forks to eat like gentlemen.
The noble gentlemen sitting opposite them were the most uncomfortable.
Not only did they have to dine at the same table as barbarians, but they were also stared at by them, as if they had stolen their food.
But at this banquet, no matter what background a noble had, he had to put away his airs; even if he felt like vomiting watching the barbarians eat, he had to hold it in.
The entire banquet was unusually strange; there was no flattering clinking of glasses, only the clatter of knives and forks hitting plates.
In the hearts of the nobles, they subconsciously regarded this meal as their last supper...