Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1350

Today was Adrian's birthday, but Everett insisted that it wasn't.

It didn't really matter, though. Since Adrian wanted a lively celebration, he had sent out invitations a few days ago to the Meadow Ridge factions and a few of the more amicable martial arts guilds. Over 30 seats were set for the feast.

Everett personally took charge of the event, as he handled most matters within the Pathfinders Guild. He didn't mind putting in the effort, but what bothered him was the stipulation his martial brother had made in the invitation-no birthday gifts.

That was a bit much.

The Pathfinders Guild had money, certainly, but it wasn't meant to be squandered so carelessly. When they went to other people's banquets or birthday celebrations, they never went empty-handed. There were always gifts and tokens of goodwill.

But Adrian, a man who had more money than sense, couldn't stand being idle without finding an excuse to spend a little. He would never pass up an opportunity to splurge.

What struck Everett as odd was that Adrian usually avoided socializing. However, he had changed today. In the past, when there was a celebration or a joyful event, he would just nod and say a few words, nothing more.

Today was different.

Seizing the opportunity with a bit of a drunken haze, Adrian disregarded any boundaries and grabbed the hand of the Lunar Guild's leader, Isolde Thompson, and said, "I'm planning a trip to the capital tomorrow. Would you care to visit Travis, Alana, and Leah? Bring your apprentices along and come with me, won't you?"

to pick up some food to eat.

like. They won't take other guests, only you. If you're silent, I'll take that as

Palmer, his tone soft with false concern. "You haven't seen your precious apprentice Violet for so long.

As for Bun's engagement gift, I've got that sorted

the Coldmoon Guild, the Sandsworn Order, the

said it was his birthday, and since he was so rarely happy, he wanted to enjoy himself. He

them for a long time

to come with him to the capital,

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began inviting them to the capital, everyone hesitated. But after the wine had flowed for several rounds, the mood grew lighter. One by one, the men became tipsy, pounding their chests and calling each other brothers. They also declared that if any trouble arose, they were

faced hardship, they shared it, and when good fortune came, they shared that too... Though by the end, he was too drunk to remember the rest

understood the

working furiously. The feast had cost a thousand silver coins, but

that

were, Adrian's schemes were far better. His plans were so precise that they hit the mark perfectly, and the guild leaders would follow his lead to

well. Over the years, Adrian had become more and more quiet. Whenever he needed something,

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