Three bottles of wine were empty and lying on the banquet table. Karron and John were already heavily intoxicated, unlike Toman, who still managed to down a few more.
"I did not expect you to treat me well, My Lord," Toman replied, sitting with both hands resting on the table, holding the wine glass.
Quentin turned his head to the side, his head already feeling almost too heavy, and consciousness was beginning to evaporate. However, Quentin tried to continue looking at Toman, who had spoken to him.
"I don't have time to make enemies out of you, nor does Elmar. We have a common enemy now," Quentin whispered, looking at Toman.
"Reingard?" asked Toman, confirming.
Lord Helferich nodded slowly, downed his drink quickly and pushed his glass forward, signaling he'd had enough of the wine.
