The top floor of the administrative center, Louis' private office.
The pinewood in the fireplace was burning, creating a warm environment, forming a stark contrast with the cold winds and flying snow outside the window in early autumn.
Louis was not sitting behind the large desk piled with documents; instead, he had changed into casual clothes and was sitting in a single sofa by the fireplace.
He picked up the silver pot and slowly poured the amber liquid into two crystal glasses, pushing one toward the empty seat opposite.
The door was knocked.
"Enter."
Lambert pushed the door open and entered. His cloak was still carrying the lingering chill, and he instinctively wanted to perform a standard knight's salute.
"Don't bother with that in private," Louis looked up with a smile, pressing the armrest slightly, "Sit. This is a new brew of golden wheat beer from the Mai Lang Territory, just delivered."
