The Universe Is Innately Just 177 Paying Respect Part Four

The dozens of lights in the ceiling were reflected on the table, and with a quick view of the other table, Fell and Wind noticed that the table where they were put was clearly on a different level.

When they arrived at the table, most of the people sitting there were part of the four n.o.ble families. And a hidden, yet clear, hostility could be sensed from the individual sitting there. The pair of cultivators were pointed to two spots, where they swiftly made their way to before sitting.

The chairs were made with high end technology, and adjusted themselves automatically depending on the person's height. Wind couldn't help but blurt a few nonsensical jokes about the table's layout, and he only stopped when Fell threw him a cold glare. Then trays upon trays of dishes made their way toward the hundreds of tables.

The pair of cultivators couldn't help but have their eyes lit up when they saw the numerous dishes and ingredients that they couldn't even name. Fishes from other planets and continents, eggs from strange magical creatures and fruits that only grew under certain conditions. Their pallet could be said to have been taught that night, and their mind engraved the memory of every single dish that night.

A food that was dozens of time more nutritious than the one on Earth. At the first bite of a tender rosy meat, Fell heard his body react with tremendous grumble the moment the protein in the food dispersed in his system. The pair wolfed down on the food with such savagery that a few of the n.o.ble at their table couldn't help but put their forks on the table- Clearly disgusted by the pair's hoodlum antics - yet they couldn't leave the table as that went against the rule of their clans.

"Have they never eaten in their whole life?", asked a lady in her fifties with a worry filling her eyes. She softly sighed before pushing the plate in front of her toward Wind.

"Shankiou!", a m.u.f.fled sound escaped Wind's oiled lips. During his responses, the stuffed food in his mouth acted like a vacuum. Bits of the food he was eating flew toward the kind lady.

Fell had completely shut down his senses during the dinner and was entirely focused on sending as much energy to his body. "They're even letting me get ready for what might happen!", he thought while sending a deadly glare to a teenager that was going for a piece of fried unknown meat he wanted.

The youngster nearly soiled his underwear but managed to contain himself as he knew that if he reacted badly, he would be lectured by his elders. Time pa.s.sed slowly, and the sounds of munching turned into a h.e.l.lish cacophony that took the n.o.ble out of their gluttonous food.

"You guys eat food like this every day?", asked Fell after swallowing a whole piece of steak in one go. The man he had asked the question to nearly spilled the mouthful of wine he had sipped, a wry smile appeared in his lips before he inadvertently acquiesced. But what he didn't say was that only the sole elders of his family could eat food this nutritious.

If one looked at the other tables, although their servings were top quality dishes with incredible ingredients, he would notice that a clear difference existed between them. One was food that could be found anywhere on Earth, and on Fell's table were ingredients that came from other worlds and planet.

Not even talking about their rarity, just the shipping cost could ruin a man if he decided to eat them every day. And there were two youths who were ruining their special pleasure. Eating those delicacies that could only be eaten once in a while with the same intensity as one ate fried chicken in a fast-food restaurant.

Another train of trays made its way to their table, and the empty silvery trail was emptied before another pair of servings was put in place. Fell and Wind couldn't help but gaze at a few plates that weren't completely empty, and heavily hesitated on asking the butler to put him to his side.

The poor man felt Fell's piercing gaze, with drool that was escaping from the corner of the black haired youth's oiled lips, couldn't help but put empty the plate on Fell's already filled plate. Wind tried to replicate his brother's technique, but it was to no avail as the butler's were already making their way out of the cursed table. He ended up pouting for the rest of the meal; adding the cute pout to his dirtied and oiled face killed the last bit of hunger that existed in the n.o.bles' heart.

A dozen minutes later, a loud burp resonated in the middle of the large ballroom. The incredible sound resounded perfectly in a specific frame of time where no one was speaking, hundreds of eyes dropped on the table from where the sound had come.

There the guest had the opportunity to gaze at a strange yet incredible scene. A messed up and oiled from head to toe Wind was pointing toward one of the youths in the table. His face, beyond serious, was harsh yet contained the softness of a senior brother's gaze.

"Little one, burping might be natural, but in events like this you should try to contain yourself a little bit."

"I know, I know, coming from a grand family causes some pressure, and you want to look natural and dashing like your big brother here. But remember, it's all about a strange balance of dignity and composure!", he added with a matter of fact tone.