"Smack!"
"Idiot!"
Geoffrey glared at Cyril, who was standing there with his hands covering his face. He was so angry that his beard curled up.
"Father … I … I didn't do anything …" Cyril said softly. He didn't expect to be called here by his father as soon as he reached home. He had just met his father, and he had already been slapped. Could it be that his father had already heard about what happened today?
"You didn't do anything? You used 1,000,000 copper coins to get Master Rôme to watch over your blacksmith shop for you. How is that not doing anything?! "Geoffrey was so angry that he laughed.
Cyril glanced at Jeffree, and whispered, "I didn't succeed, and I didn't do anything to him. Don't you always say that you have to be bold when doing business? I just didn't succeed in this deal …" Cyril glanced at Jeffree, and whispered.
"Shut up, you idiot!" Geoffrey slapped Cyril's face again. He was so angry that his hands were shaking. "How … how did I give birth to such an idiot like you?!"
Cyril covered his face with his hands, and looked at Geoffrey with fear. He hadn't seen his father lose his composure like this for a long time.
"Do you know what kind of existence this Master Rôme is? Alex Dragonslayer's Tian Du sword was forged by him! The Roth Empire's king's sword was forged by him! The chief of the Aug Tribe, Auster's saber was forged by him! Five of the top 10 weapons on the Norland Continent's weapon rankings were forged by him! The other five are almost all legendary weapons from various tribes!
"Do you know how many 10th-tier powerhouses have queued up to ask him to forge weapons for them, but he rejected them? If they knew that an idiot like you had angered him, as long as it makes Master Rôme happy, they would break down the manor's door tonight, twist your head off, and send it to Master Rôme. "
Geoffrey panted, and looked at Cyril with disappointment. "Do you think you're talking about a deal? What the hell did you do? You made your own head into a gift! "
Plop!
Cyril's legs went soft, and he knelt in front of Geoffrey. His face was pale and bloodless.
He originally thought that he had only caused a small trouble and suffered a little loss, but he did not expect that it would be such a terrible disaster.
"Father, save me … Father, save me …" Cyril knelt in front of Geoffrey and begged in fear.
Just the thought of a group of 10th-tier powerhouses lining up to take his head was terrifying.
"You've caused such trouble. Even I can't protect you." Geoffrey pulled back his leg that Cyril was hugging.
"Then … then what should I do? Wait at home for them to kill me? No, I don't want to die, I don't want to die … "Cyril shook his head and cried.
"You can only avoid this disaster if you get Master Rôme's forgiveness, and you have to do it before daybreak." Geoffrey's expression had gradually calmed down, and he looked coldly at Cyril. "If you don't handle this well, it won't just be a disaster for you, but also for our Family Moreton. If you're lucky enough to survive, I'll expel you from the family!"
"Yes! Yes! I'll go and apologize to him, I'll go right now! " Cyril crawled up from the ground and scrambled toward the door. If he were to be expelled from the family, then he would really have nothing left.
"You idiot, do you know where to find Master Rôme? Do you know how to ask for his forgiveness? "Geoffrey's voice sounded.
Cyril stopped in his tracks. He'd met Master Rôme at noon at Mama's, but he really didn't know where he was now, and he didn't know how to ask for his forgiveness. He probably had to kneel in front of him, kowtow a few times, and beg for forgiveness with tears streaming down his face.
"He had breakfast and lunch at Mama's today. If nothing goes wrong, he should be at Mama's again tonight. Secondly, he hates pestering people the most. You'd better find someone he trusts to speak up for you, "Geoffrey said calmly.
"Someone he trusts …" Cyril first thought of the two young dwarves. They obviously wouldn't speak up for him. As for Dicus, given his attitude just now, it was even more impossible. He thought for a while, but couldn't find anyone he could ask for help from.
"There's news that Master Rôme has recently forged a cleaver, and he gave it to the owner of Mama's. After Master Rôme came to Chaos City, he had already dined at Mama's twice. If you can ask the owner of Mama's to speak up for you, there might be a chance," Gjerj said.
"The owner of Mama's?" Cyril looked as if he had swallowed a fly. He naturally remembered this person. They'd had conflicts at both of the Chamber of Commerce's ceremonies, and this guy was completely on Gloria's side. Asking him to speak up for him now was like asking a mouse to ask a cat for help.
But who was this guy? How could he ask Master Rôme to forge a cleaver for a weapon that even 10th-tier powerhouses couldn't get their hands on? A cleaver?!
"I know you don't get along well with him. What to do is up to you," Geoffrey said calmly. "I won't let my family die with you because of a fool."
"Yes." Cyril left with a pale face. Compared to losing his head, being humiliated by that fellow was nothing. As long as this matter could be resolved, he was still the second young master of Family Moreton. "Prepare the carriage. We're going to Mama's!"
…
Harris held his chin as he looked at the Rôme, who was eating the steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers, and mumbled, "How puzzling. Old Rôme, you actually came to Chaos City too."
The Rôme spat out a mouthful of the smooth brain matter in the bone, and asked, "Isn't the fish head delicious?"
"No … Just for this fish head? You moved your workshop all the way to Chaos City? "Harris was still in disbelief.
"If I could eat it in Issen Castle, I wouldn't have moved." The Rôme nodded. He glanced at Harris, and said, "Didn't you say you like to wander, and don't like to stay in one place for too long? Why are you staying here now? "
"Because the fish head is really delicious." Harris sighed.
The Rôme smiled. 30 to 50 years ago, when Harris was in Issen Castle, he often came to the blacksmith's workshop to look for him. Unlike those fellows who came to ask for weapons, he would bring a big box of food every time he came. After persisting for many years, he couldn't reject him in the end, so he forged a cleaver for him. The two of them had a pretty good relationship, and could be considered one of his few friends.
"Also, didn't you say you wouldn't forge cleavers for anyone else in this lifetime? Why did you make one for Mr. Mak too? "
"I exchanged it with the fish head." The Rôme put down the cleaned fish bones, and sighed. "I couldn't reject him."
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