Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong - Chapter 2905: 1590: Confusion and Bygone Days

Capítulo 2905: Chapter 1590: Confusion and Bygone Days

In the vast banquet hall, the Deerman nobility, covered with grease and mud, opened their eyes in confusion and were immediately stunned by the scene before them.

This was no longer the magnificent and luxurious hall; the crystal tassel chandelier overhead was dim and wrapped in crooked magic vines protruding from the walls.

In the dim light, the startled Deer People rubbed their aching heads as they looked around.

The floor, stained and sticky black, was littered with moldy and decayed food scraps, making it impossible to see the gleaming marble surface that once existed.

On tables stained with grease and grime, the blackened plates, long unwashed, were covered with various luminescent molds, with contents of thick hearth ash, spoiled stew, and moldy bread.

“What is happening? Why are we in such a wretched state? Were we not just in a beautiful and luxurious banquet?”

Questions and confusion rose in their still-dazed minds, and they began to look at each other in bewilderment.

At that moment, many held goblets filled with murky liquid and mouths stuffed with stale, throat-gagging bread.

“Ugh!”

The sound of vomiting erupted throughout the banquet hall, adding to the room’s existing stench and pungent aroma of alcohol.

Now even the Deerman guards and maids had the same expressions, miserably wiping their mouths.

“Clan Leader, what in the world is going on?”

The guiding Grand Elder clutched his dizzy head and stood up from the floor, asking the equally bewildered Terry beside him.

“Wait, my head is still spinning.”

Terry, swaying, was helped up by two Deerman guards, burping in a way that even disgusted himself.

Rubbing his pounding head, his blank gaze suddenly focused, clearly recalling a series of recent events.

“Clan Leader, the famine is worsening. To date, at least ninety percent of cities and villages have sent aid requests, while the rest have completely lost contact!”

In the dim and mottled conference hall, a worried elder reported to Terry at the head position.

“Clan Leader, the Throne Corridor has once again pressed for this month’s offerings. If we don’t provide adequate supplies, the Broken Wing King might strike against us Moon Shadow Deer People to make an example.”

Another elder, sighing heavily, followed up.

As soon as the two elders finished speaking, others began to voice reports in a rush.

“Clan Leader, your orders to explore new ore veins have shown no progress, and the magic ore veins being mined by our clan have been successively depleted!”

“Clan Leader, including Moon Shadow City and this castle, we haven’t replaced magic crystals for the Absolute Defense Barrier and other barriers for half a year. Maintenance has completely stalled, and even the lighting Light Crystal Stones are scarce in most areas!”

“Clan Leader, recent heavy rains have caused severe flooding in many areas, worsening our plight. Forest Lower Tier Demon Beasts have moved their habitats, and starving Deer People have started hunting Tier 5 and above High Tier Demon Beasts, invariably suffering heavy losses!”

“Clan Leader, cultivation fields within the city have been closed for over half a year due to the lack of magic crystal maintenance, severely affecting our young Deer People’s cultivation progress!”

“Clan Leader, the manager at Shadow Market has sent word: if our Moon Shadow Deer People’s trade volume isn’t sufficient next time, our entry qualifications will be revoked, and we won’t receive any more invitations.”

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Listening to these reports, Terry’s complexion turned ashen, looking dreadful, as he heard these issues almost daily, getting worse by the day.

Forcing himself to remain calm, Terry asked with a hint of anticipation: “What about the requests we’ve sent to surrounding forces? As long as they assist us through this crisis, our Moon Shadow Deer People will surely repay them generously!”

“Clan Leader, according to the just-returned envoys, all surrounding forces have refused our requests, as they themselves are already struggling.”

The Grand Elder sighed heavily and shook his head helplessly.

“Those ungrateful bastards! When our Moon Shadow Deer People were in their prime, every one of them followed us for benefits. Now they won’t even extend a helping hand!”

Terry slammed his hand on the table, his complexion growing darker.

Upon hearing this, the Deer People elders fell silent, lowering their heads in helplessness.

Defeated by the Broken Wing King, the Moon Shadow Deer People were no longer as strong as before, and the new leader’s weakness, coupled with his increasingly unrestrained exploitation, has made their situation increasingly difficult.

Though they say a dead camel is larger than a horse, in the face of natural disasters, this is undoubtedly the last straw to break the camel’s back, releasing all previous latent concerns.