Word that Ronin had become the Viscount of Wubei quickly spread among the nobles, and it wouldn't be long before the entire Wushan Territory learned the news.
This was a joyous occasion for Ronin, which unintentionally made him the center of attention at the evening's banquet. He couldn't avoid the inevitable rounds of toasts.
Where some were happy, others were naturally filled with sorrow.
The banquet hall was a scene of lively celebration, but the people from Black Python City couldn't bring themselves to be happy. They didn't even attend the evening's festivities.
As the impromptu host, Ronin had Holwart lead some servants to deliver food to them. He also went to their small courtyard personally to check on Ossen.
The Border Count, who had been so full of vigor just days ago, was now lying on the bed with his eyes shut tight. His face was deathly pale, and he looked as though he had aged significantly.
