13 The Party... (1/2)

The party was located in the landlord's manor, which situated on a hill near the port. It took about twenty minutes of walking from the ala folks bar. Though, it wasn't that far either.

”SO OUR JOB IS JUST TO POUR WINE?” Lance said as the guests finally left their assignment.

”Duh Lance, what are you expecting?” Amara said to him as she cleaned her maid outfit.

The landlord came and grabbed a serving of the red wine, ”Nice job Amara, where did you find him?” the landlord asked me.

”He is Lance, sir, he is my old acquaintance,” Amara replied to him.

”Lance, who anyway? Oh sorry to be rude, my name is Ferdinand Glas, I am a count of this land,” He said.

”Pardon me, Count Glas, whose funeral party is this?” Lance replied as he poured a red wine to a guest and gave an evil smile at him.

”I see, Well, I take my leave then,” Count Glas said as he left both of us alone again.

Lance and Amara continued to serve the wine again until the party was over. The nobility that attends the party was wealthy indeed, but something that bothered Lance was the number of privateers that were there. From the horizon of the sea, multiple blips could be seen, which most of the noble was mistake it as, ”The stars look beautiful tonight.” The stars were CSG of Gerald R Ford.

The nobility was drinking and eating all night long. Lance and Amara were sitting on the bench after their job was done. Lance looked around him, searching for his relatives who were already in the open blue sea.

”Amara, Why did this man replace my family as the landlord?” Lance asked him.

”It's a long story,” she said.

Suddenly, the landlord approached lance with several bodyguards behind him. The landlord seems to want to get closer to Lance, but for what? Lance stood up and approached the landlord back and asked, ”What can I do for you, sir?”

”Lance, can you follow me please?” Ferdinand asked me politely with his intimidating bodyguard.