Salute To The General

Chapter 1539 Seafood And Beer

Nathan did not want to stay long in Brimmopolis. He planned to only greet President HanselWindsor and the First Lady Madam Camilla Quinn, then immediately return to Channing.

However, before he could depart for the president's house to meet Hansel, he received an invitationfrom Boris.

Boris had asked for him to come to the Danville hotel, where a welcoming banquet awaited him.

Nathan looked at the invitation in hand and smiled, "Oh Boris, he really plans to meet me in person,eh?"

"General, do you wish to attend this banquet?" Asked Colin.

"Of course."

"If I do not show up, this old chap might assume that I am afraid of him, and that might cause moreproblems."

"Get ready, we're heading for the Danville Hotel."

"Yes, sir,” Colin and the others replied.

The Danville hotel was definitely one of Brimmopolis's best hotels.

Judging by the name of the hotel, it was obvious that it was a place of sophistication.novelbin

In fact, anyone who ate in this hotel definitely had power and wealth. Were it any other regular richperson, they would not have been granted entry.

However, today, the hotel was fully booked.

Of course, it was none other than Boris who booked the hotel.

Boris was fully dressed in black. Having just lost his son, his eyes were sorrowful, but they retaineda sense of calmness.

There were two people in his company. One of them was Rohan Glover.

Another was his personal bodyguard, who went by the name 'Gyrfalcon'.

Gyrfalcon was personally handpicked from the army by Boris and served as his personalbodyguard.

He was lanky and tall. Even the way he stood emanated the intimidating aura of an eagle.

Boris glanced at his watch; it was about 10 seconds until his designated meeting time with NathanCross, yet Nathan was nowhere to be seen.

"Does he not dare to show himself?" Rohan scorned.

"Impossible," came the cold voice of Nathan Cross the very moment Rohan finished his sentence.

Nathan, Colin, and the Elite Eight had showed up at 5 o'clock sharp, as if by clockwork.

"You came, General.” A smile appeared on Boris's previously sullen face at the sight of Nathan.

Of course, how could I refuse an invite from you?” Nathan smiled in response.

Both of them laughed and exchanged handshakes.

"Come, have a seat." Boris gestured at a seat.

"I heard that you have returned from abroad and joined forces with the United Nations'Peacekeepers to eradicate the world's largest assassin organization. So, I have specially preparedthis banquet to welcome you back."

Nathan, Boris, and Rohan each took their seats in order while the others stood at one side of theroom.

With a casual wave of Boris' hand, the hotel chef appeared.

"This is Chef Terrier, one of the best chefs here. Name and dish and he can cook it," Borisintroduced.

"We have especially chosen him to prepare our meals today. General, order anything to your liking."

"Alright, do you have diet restrictions?" Nathan asked with a smile.

"Alas, at my age, my doctor warns me to steer clear of food that contains too much oil and sugar, orelse I'd risk getting a stroke," Boris admitted.

Nathan nodded.

"Let's make it simple - just fill the table with seafood and bring two dozen beers!" Nathan saiddecisively.

Seafood and beer?

Was this not a stroke-inducing meal Nathan just ordered?

Chef Terrier looked stunned.

Rohan and Gyrfalcon were dumbfounded as well.

Ava, Colin, and the Elite Eight could only look at each other, equally stunned.

As for Boris, he was fuming.

Rating the Translation Will Gain Two Pearls.