Chương 279: Play of words(2)

In the opulent room of the Neopatras palace, an old man sat in a high-backed, elaborately carved wooden chair. The room exuded an air of grandeur, with rich tapestries adorning the walls and golden sconces casting a warm, flickering light. The aged man, with his weathered face and a crown of silver hair, looked every bit the venerable sage.

He clutched a goblet of fine wine, its deep red hue shimmering in the ambient light, as he waited with an air of patient expectation. The crystal goblet bore intricate patterns etched into its surface, reflecting the refined taste of the Neopatras court.

As he sipped from the goblet, the wine's bouquet filled the room with notes of dark fruits and oak, creating an intoxicating aroma that mingled with the scent of polished wood. With each sip, the old man savored the complex flavors, a testament to the quality of the vintage.