Kaponodas looked at him with disdain: "Your body still lacks exercise. You can't even finish half a meal. Look at me... um... ugh!"

Before he could finish speaking, Kaponodas's eyes widened and he stood up as well.

He covered his backside with one hand and gripped his belt tightly with the other, muttering under his breath, "Damn it! Why now of all times?!"

At this moment, Dizzy also stood up, leaning on the table, seemingly suffering from a 'relapse'.

Nigel approached Caponodas and whispered, "There's a garden outside the gate. Once we get there, we can do whatever we want..."

“Your Majesty, please allow me to introduce you.” Commander Gordon walked to the middle of the delegation’s subordinates, pointed to a young man beside him, and said to Todd with a smile, “This is Knight Harry, the captain of the guard of the Holy Guard City, and also the son of my dear friend.”

Gordon turned around, about to introduce Nelson, when he discovered that the person in question, along with Kaponodas and Dizzy, were fleeing toward the door with an extremely strange gait.

Gordon roared at the three fleeing men, "You three! Where are you going? Get back here right now!"

With no other choice, the three of them squeezed their legs together and ran back.

Looking at the strange gait of the three members of the delegation, Todd was reminded of the "catwalk" of models in his previous life.

“Your Majesty, this is Nerjee, a trainee knight in the King’s direct cavalry regiment.”

Todd looked at the tall, imposing young man in front of him. The man's face was deathly pale, his body was trembling uncontrollably, and large beads of sweat streamed down his face.

Todd mistakenly interpreted Nigel's behavior as the other person being nervous.

Patting the other man's arm, Todd laughed and said to Nigel, "Don't be nervous, kid, I'm not going to eat you, haha!"

Nigel writhed in agony, his face contorted like that of a mentally unstable child: "Your Majesty... I really need to leave now..."

Seeing the guy's abnormal behavior, Todd secretly took a step back, thinking to himself: Could this guy have some kind of mental problem?

"Don't be so tense, relax, relax!"

Todd's unintentional remark acted like a switch, completely shattering Nelson's mental defenses.

The latter rolled his eyes, and an expression of climax inexplicably appeared on his face.

Accompanied by a long, muffled echo, a foul odor strong enough to kill a skunk gradually filled the entire hall.

"Oh my god! What smells so bad!"

"This tastes like it's from hell!"

The matter was far from over. Because Nerge had started it, Kaponodas and Dizzy, who could no longer tolerate it, simply let loose completely.

Three sounds with different volumes and pitches combined to create a symphony that terrified everyone.

Later, the music incorporated the sounds of bursting air and rushing water, instantly bringing the atmosphere of the entire venue to a climax.

The noblewoman, her exquisite makeup ruined by tears, abandoned all semblance of ladylike decorum and scrambled out of the venue.

The well-mannered gentleman pushed aside everyone blocking his way and ran into the royal gardens to vomit.

As for Gordon, the head of the St. Victory Mission, he only managed to utter "My God" before collapsing in his seat.

Ever since that nightmarish night—the "banquet tragedy"—a popular swear word has been circulating in Muxi City for quite some time.

"You're from Holy Guard City!"