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 cwith me, won't you?”

Isolde quickly pulled her hand away, taking up her cutlery to pick up sfood to eat. “I don’t have the money

for Travel.”

“What are you talking about?” Adrian laughed, clearly tipsy “I'll cover everything. Do you know of the

Glimmering Tower? That place belongs to me. You can eat whatever you want and stay however long you like.

They won't take other guests, only you. If you're silent, I'll take that as a yes. Okay, it's settled!”

Isolde hadn't even swallowed the food in her mouth, so she couldn't respond. By the tshe was about to

speak, he had already turned away.

Next, he caught the hand of the leader of Inferno Guild, Conrad Palmer, his tone soft with false concern. “You

haven't seen your precious apprentice Violet for so long. Don’t you miss her? Why not bring your apprentices

and cto the capital with me? I'll cover everything-the food, the entertainment, the fun. All on me.”

Afterward, he moved on to the Crystal Bloom Guild's leader “I've already prepared items to add to Cynthia's

trousseau. As for Bun’s engagement gilt, I've got that sorted too. | was thinking, why don’t we just hold their

wedding in the capital? Let's all go together. It's settled.”

And then there were the Coldmoon Guild, the Sandsworn Order, the Verdantleaf Order, and the Skyblade Circle...

Normally, Adrian drank slowly. He would savor each sip 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 lords, while hugging them and sharing

heartfelt words.

The heartfelt words were simply about how he had admired them for a long tand was so happy to finally

gather together.

But, he added, if they all agreed to cwith him to the capital, his happiness would be even greater.

When he first 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 bectipsy, pounding their chests and calling each other

brothers. They also declared that if any trouble arose, they were there for each other-no need for formalities.

Adrian kept pulling them in, shouting that when a brother feed 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 of the phrase.

But everyone understood the sentiment

Everett's mind was working furiously. The feast had cost a thousand silver coins, but it had achieved a goal-one

that might cost lives.

Still, he believed that no matter how sharp his own plans 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 cheer him on and

applaud.

Everett's eyes grew wet. He knew his martial brother well. Over the years, Adrian had becmore and more

quiet. Whenever he needed something, it was usually just a gesture or a look, and even a grunt seemed like too

much effort.

But tonight, Adrian had spoken more than a thousand words. His mouth never stopped, as if he were born to

socialize a smooth-talker who could handle any situation

After the birthday feast, Adrian grabbed a spittoon and vomited until he was completely out of it.

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Everett pulled back his sleeve and, with a blank expression, turned away. “I'll go make preparations.”

“Get my red cannon down the mountain!” Adrian shouted.

His shout only made his throat rasp, and sodn, he was retching violently again.