Noon.
Leech and Kuer went to the luncheon first to fill their stomachs.
The meal could hardly be called lavish: a few roasted chickens, some sliced bread, and two bowls of dates.
Suddenly, a clamor arose from outside.
"I hear some Baron from the East Gorge is here?"
"I also heard he's won a few battles. The kid's barely grown any hair on his chin. Those East Gorge pansies are probably just blowing smoke."
"Hahaha, if you ask me, the only battles he's winning are with women! Isn't there some 'holy land' in the East Gorge called Iron Stone City? If I went there, I'd be winning every battle too!"
"I hear the women from the East Gorge have fair, tender skin, hehe."
Leech couldn't help but smile. It seemed that while the East Gorge People called those from other regions Barbarians, they had earned a nickname in return.
But searching his memory of the nobles he knew, besides the late Guy Marvin, he really couldn't recall anyone who acted like a pansy.
The door was pushed open.
