Chapter 310: Chunky Boy

Chapter 310: Chunky Boy

The gathering lasted for many long hours.

In the war room, His Majesty's word was the one to prevail in the end, and they then just had to adapt the plan to work with a mixed combat force.

Now only a few days were left to get everything ready and to rehearse the formations so everything would go as smooth as possible. In this way, many unnecessary casualties could be avoided.

During the feast in the palace, where the representatives of the younger generation gathered, Gerald kept mostly to himself.

That was not to say that he avoided interacting with people, far from it. He just avoided anything that smelled of mind games and politics. Having a casual conversation with the guests and learning a few interesting things from them was one of the few interesting things there were to do, apart from eating and drinking.

Toby made sure nothing went to waste, and he even learned how to act cute and beg for leftovers. A usually bloodthirsty beast acting like some small puppy attracted much of the attention and it was a great conversation starter.

Some brave souls even attempted to pet him. However coming from a recent bloody battle, Toby wasn't exactly the example of cleanliness and fluff. His fur was rough and he stank, so most people were satisfied with tossing him a bone from afar.

Now that I think about it, the kind gifts people were throwing his way might not be because he was acting cute after all Abandoning your meal to get away from a stink ball might be more accurate.

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In any case, news of the competition quickly spread and the debate on its significance excited most, if not all the participants at the gathering.

However, for Gerald that only meant one thing: He was not getting in the library, at least not any time soon.

After Tabbris returned, some interesting information came to light. Apparently, many of the nobles in the war room had sons among the city guard. They weren't the firstborns, of course, as those had the family business to run and had to be sharp. More likely they were the spoiled brats, youngest children, or something like that.

Anyway, Gerald frightened many of them with his imposing figure, riding the Warg and scaring the populace. Even if it wasn't his fault, and even if the cowards were the failures in the noble's families, blood was at the end of the day, thicker than water.

That was also the main reason why so many complained.

Why else would they care what some lunatic was doing in the outer city? They lived in gated communities in the inner ring after all.

No, the reason they even knew what was going on, is because they had some crybabies in their circle whining about it.

Gerald was incredibly annoyed by it. They discriminated just because he looked scary? Just because he was covered with scars and blood from top to bottom? Just because he was riding a beast that could tear a man's head clean off in a single bite?

Well, sucks for them, because he didn't care!

It made absolutely no difference to him! So what if they talked and complained? As long as nobody did anything stupid, how were they different from internet trolls?

Retaliate? Go on the offensive and remove them before things escalated? Why? They were not even worth the mental energy, let alone the physical one. Most of them were just all talk after all.

"Yawn, so tired" Gerald yawned loudly, and Toby copied him as they crossed the front gates of the Black Onyx Mansion.

Now he just hoped he could get a good night's rest.