This extravagant banquet will last until late into the night, but Shawn lost interest after just one round.
Standing on the second-floor balcony, holding a glass of wine as red as blood, he gazed at the men and women reveling in the hall and somehow felt an understanding for Aemon.
"Sir."
As Shawn fell into contemplation, a sycophantic voice broke in. A young servant with decent looks approached cautiously, bowing low, and said, "Is this your first time attending the banquet, sir?"
Shawn slightly turned his body, casting a glance at the flattering young servant before him. The servant's expression was somewhat constrained, yet his eyes burned with fierce ambition and desire—a craving for power and position.
Unbeknownst to him, he had gained the ability to see mortal desires and ambitions.
