The Celestial Feast boasted the finest chefs across the realm, attracting Valkaris' most powerful nobles and high-ranking officials as its regular patrons.
Elvis came galloping in atop his magnificent white wolf, trailed by a dozen imperial guards. After entrusting the beast to the soldiers, he strode confidently inside with Josh and the others.
The server at the entrance gaped in astonishment. What noble child would ride a snow-white wolf through the city—let alone straight to The Celestial Feast? The boy clearly didn't know who owned this establishment.
"Server!" Josh barked, slamming his palm on the table. "Bring us your finest Daughter's Red wine and a plate of braised beef!"
The server turned pale. Under Aeloria's laws, slaughtering plow oxen carried a penalty of exile—a thousand
