Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1350

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

It didn’t really matter, though. Since Adrian wanted a livelycelebration, 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 druriken 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?”

her hand away, taking up her cutlery to pick up some food

Glimmering Tower? That place belongs to me. You can eat whatever you

food in her mouth, so she couldn’t respond. By the time she was

your precious apprentice Violet for so long. Don’t you miss her? Why not

“I’ve already prepared items to add to Cynthia’s trousseau. As for Bun’s engagement gilt, I’ve got that sorted too. I was thinking, why don’t we just

the Coldmoon Guild, the Sandsworn Order, the Verdantleaf Order, and

rather than downing them one after another. But tonight was different. He said it was his birthday, and since he was so rarely happy, he wanted to enjoy himself. He drank cup after cup with the guild leaders, clan heads, and manor

for

agreed to come with him to the capital, his

the wine had flowed for several rounds, the mood grew lighter. One by one, the men became tipsy, pounding their chests and calling each

hardship, they shared it, and when good fortune came, they shared

everyone understood

had cost a thousand silver

believed that no matter how sharp his own plans were, Adrian’s schemes were far better. His plans were so precise

the years, Adrian had become more and more quiet. Whenever he needed something, it was usually just a gesture or a look,

spoken more than a thousand words. His mouth never stopped, as if he were born to socialize a smooth–talker who could handle