In total, six nobles!
And apart from a haughty-looking girl, everyone else exuded a commanding presence.
Although the entire parlor appeared calm on the surface, with only Antova and the short man beside her conversing.
In reality, a sense of impatience was permeating the space.
A bead of cold sweat trickled down Antova's temple.
"Billy, have the servants prepare some pastries made with Gula milk and sour berries for the esteemed guests to try," Antova maintained a smile on her face and spoke amicably to the short man beside her:
"Sour berries are small fruits from our countryside, sweet and tangy~ The pastries made with high-quality wheat flour, mixed with Gula milk are..."
"When will that esteemed person arrive?" At this moment, a man clad in armor suddenly interrupted Antova, his voice booming as he spoke.
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone else who was talking suddenly stopped, their attention instantly shifting to Antova.
