Cyril looked at Rôme with a frown. Is he really an idiot? He doesn't even want a million? .
"Master Rôme, Young Master Cyril would like to invite you to join his blacksmith shop. As long as you are willing, you will be paid a million copper coins. All you have to do is sit in the blacksmith shop every day. What an easy job," the middle-aged man said to Rôme with a smile.
He didn't make it into the city before sunset last night. He happened to see people from the city lord's castle coming out of the city to welcome Rôme into the city. He heard some rumors about Master Rôme from a few peddlers, so he went to look for Cyril early in the morning. After asking around, he finally found him outside Mamy's at noon.
He only knew that Rôme should be a very good blacksmith, but he didn't know how good he was. However, a million copper coins was not a small sum, not to mention a lot for a blacksmith.
"Master Rôme has rejected your invitation. Please don't disturb him," Joss said with a serious expression as he stepped forward.
Joey also looked at Cyril and his follower as if he were looking at a fool. A million copper coins? Which person who came to ask a master to forge a weapon only had a million copper coins in his pocket? He would be too embarrassed to ask, let alone hire a master to work in the blacksmith shop.
Back then, the emperor of the Roth Empire wanted to hire a master, but he still couldn't hire a master Rôme even after offering a noble title and a huge sum of money.
Those who knew about Rôme's identity looked at Cyril with similar expressions.
"I'm afraid he's an idiot, right? Family Moreton chose such a person as their heir? "Harrison whispered with raised eyebrows.
"Hehe, you don't know this, do you? President Geoffrey chose the eldest son, Lance, as his heir. This second young master was basically left alone. Later, Lance suddenly gave up business to become a teacher, so the second young master had no choice but to be the heir.
In order to become a teacher, Lance almost fell out with President Jeffrey. This Second Young Master can become the future head of the family even without doing anything. No one can shake his position, so he went from bad to worse and is still the same as before. This level of behavior is already considered normal. " Gjerj chuckled. "However, he is not so proud now. I heard that the president has started to consider his eldest granddaughter as the heir."
"Could it be that the Moreton Family is also going to have a Hill Buffett?" Harrison exclaimed.
"That's hard to say. If I were President Gjerj, even a pig would be better than this young master. At least a pig is not that stupid," Gjerj said with a chuckle.
Cyril saw that Rôme was ignoring him. How dare a dwarf talk to him in such an arrogant tone. His face darkened, and he shouted, "Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like that?"
Joss glowered at Cyril with a cold expression. Even though he was only as tall as Cyril's waist, as a dwarven blacksmith who had grown up in a blacksmith's shop, he wasn't fearful of such a frail human. In fact, he felt like he could even take on 10 of them.
Of course, most importantly, he would not allow anyone to humiliate Master Rôme!
Joey had the same expression. He even gripped the heavy hammer on his back.
"It seems that Gloria has a good chance of winning." In front of the restaurant's floor-to-ceiling window, Meg looked at the scene outside with a smile.
He was not worried at all that Master Rôme would be humiliated by Cyril. After all, Dicus was still there. If Master Rôme was angered by Cyril and left, Castellan Michael would probably tear him apart.
The guests who knew Rôme's status looked at Cyril with pity. If this matter spread to the ears of those who were queuing up to ask Master Rôme to forge weapons for them, Cyril would probably become a rare item used to curry favor with Master Rôme.
The funniest thing was that this fellow had no idea.
The man who brought Cyril here saw Cyril's anger, and knew that this business deal was not going to go through. If he was not careful, he might even offend Cyril. He rolled his eyes, and put on an angry expression. He pointed at Joss' face, and scolded, "You shameless thing. I think you must be tired of living … Ouch, ouch, ouch!!!"
"Crack!"
A crisp sound rang out. Joey let go of that man's broken finger, and continued to stand in front of Master Rôme.
Cyril jumped back. He glanced at that man's dangling finger, and his eyelids twitched. However, this was Chaos City, after all. He regained his confidence, and said in a low voice, "How dare you hit my man. Today, I —"
Right at this moment, Dicus, who was standing behind, walked over, and said to Cyril, "Cyril, Master Rôme is the city lord's distinguished guest. You'd better show some respect."
"So it's you, Master Dicus. I didn't expect you to be here too." Cyril faltered slightly at the sight of Dicus. He was quite familiar with this official from the city lord's castle. Furthermore, Cyril had specifically warned him that Dicus was a trusted aide of the city lord, and that he couldn't afford to offend him.
However, he quickly came back to his senses, and looked at Dicus with surprise. He then turned to Master Rôme, and asked, "You said he's the city lord's distinguished guest?"
"Master Rôme is the most renowned blacksmith on the Norland Continent. No matter where he goes, he'll always be a distinguished guest," Dicus said in a low voice. He looked at Cyril with a resigned expression, and his heart ached for Geoffrey for a second. How did he have such a son?
Cyril's eyelids began to twitch when he heard that. He had thought this was just a slightly impressive dwarven blacksmith, but he didn't expect this fellow to have the city lord's castle's backing.
Bowen and his son were still locked up in Bastie Prison. Previously, he had tried to take advantage of Bennett's arrest to enter Chaos City's underground world, but he was so shocked that he sent that fair-weather friend of his to the city lord's castle overnight. That was how he didn't get beaten to death by his father.
However, he didn't expect to offend the city lord's distinguished guest.
"I see. I was too presumptuous earlier. Seems like Master Rôme has no intention of becoming my blacksmith's senior consultant. Then, I won't impose on you any longer. Goodbye." Cyril bade farewell, and immediately turned to leave.
He only realized now that he was the real fool.
Dicus looked at Rôme apologetically, and said, "I'm sorry, Master Rôme. This person …"
"It's alright. It's inevitable to meet some strange people. If you argue with them, you'll be no different from them." Rôme shook his head with a smile.
Dicus also smiled when he heard that. A master's realm was indeed not something that ordinary people could compare to.
"You idiot. Do you know that you almost got me killed?!" After returning to the horse-drawn carriage, Cyril kicked over the man who was covering his hand as he followed Cyril into the horse-drawn carriage.
"I know my mistake. I know my mistake …" That man covered his hand with an aggrieved expression as he sat in a corner. His body was trembling slightly from fear.
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