Meg looked at Cyril calmly. He had already guessed the purpose of his visit.
However, he wasn't a fool. How could he intercede for him? It was normal for him to add fuel to the fire.
Meg had no feelings for Family Moreton. He was a little unhappy with the rigid president. He didn't care about Cyril showing off his intelligence. However, if he had the chance, he wouldn't mind lifting his foot and stomping a disgusting cockroach to death.
Of course, the most important thing was that if Cyril fell, Gloria would be able to take over.
He quite liked this clever girl and had decided to build a deeper friendship with her.
Of course, it was in the business aspect.
Although she couldn't compare with the Hill in many aspects, Meg was more willing to communicate with the fledgling Gloria than the overly shrewd and business-minded Buffett Hill.
Men, no matter what, liked to be brought up by themselves.
Cyril looked at Meg with hatred. This guy's disgusting methods were even worse than Gloria's.
However, he couldn't get angry. He didn't even dare to provoke him at this time. Otherwise, if he said a few more bad things about him in front of Master Rôme, he probably wouldn't be able to get through tonight.
"Mr. Meg, it's my fault. I've made you angry time and time again. I sincerely apologize to you. I hope that you won't hold a grudge against me and put in a good word for me to Master Rôme." Cyril begged with a sad face. He rolled his eyes and said, "I also hope that you can help me for Gloria's sake. I know that you have a good relationship with her. I'm her uncle. I heard that you haven't married yet. I can help you in this matter."
"Huh?" Meg looked at Cyril with some surprise. What was going on? He couldn't ask for help, so he sold his niece?
"Wait, who said I haven't married? My daughter is already four years old. Did I give birth to her myself?" Mag pursed his lips as he looked at Cyril with a mocking smile, and said, "Also, Young Mistress Gloria and I are purely business partners. Our relationship is indeed quite good, so if I were to help you, wouldn't that ruin our relationship?"
"This matter concerns the safety of Family Moreton. Gloria is also on my side," Cyril quickly said.
"Are you stupid, or do you think I'm stupid?" Meg slammed the door, too lazy to argue with him.
He had personally witnessed the influence of Master Rôme. When he was in Issen Castle, there was always a line of experts waiting outside the door to request to forge weapons. He was also known as the dwarf that should not be provoked in Issen Castle, because there was always a group of crazy bodyguards looking for a chance to curry favor with him.
Cyril, on the other hand, jumped out and became a monster for others to gain favor with.
He did not think that Cyril would really be hacked to death. The castellan's castle would not let such a thing happen for Family Moreton's sake. However, this matter would not be resolved so easily. If Cyril did not die, he would at least lose a layer of skin.
As for whether Geoffrey would continue to let him be a candidate for Family Moreton's successor, it would depend on whether he was determined to let Gloria become the successor.
"Interesting." Meg sat back in his seat with a slight smile. The teapot on the small stove was still steaming. He picked up the book on the table, "Lord of the Mysteries", which he had read halfway through, and continued reading. Compared to the somewhat obscure Cthulhu Mythos books abroad, the reading experience of this book was very good.
"Damn it!" Cyril punched the tree beside the restaurant. His face was ashen, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.
After being thwarted by Gloria and Meg, Cyril began to feel anxious as the sun was setting and there were already people waiting outside the restaurant.
It was obviously too late to find someone to pull strings now.
Cyril clenched his fists as he looked at all of the customers chatting merrily with one another. It looks like I'll have to apologize to that old man in person. There's only one chance, so I have to get his forgiveness in person!
… …
"Master Rôme, the location of the forging workshop has been confirmed. A construction team will build the new forging workshop according to your request in the next two days. If you need anything, you can send someone to find me at any time. The castellan's residence will do its best to help." Dicus looked at Rôme, and said with a smile, "The castellan will be hosting a banquet tonight. Do you think …"
"Thank you for your help, but the banquet won't take up the castellan's time. I'll just go to Mamy's for a simple meal. Thank you for your kindness." Before Dicus could finish, Rôme had already declined with a smile.
"The castellan knows that you don't like the banquets at the castellan's residence, so he's hosting a banquet at Mamy's tonight to entertain you. It's a private banquet tonight, so he'll only bring his family to the banquet," Dicus said with a smile.
Rôme nodded with a smile, and said, "If that's the case, I naturally can't decline. I'd also like to thank Castellan Michael personally for his help with the matter of the forging workshop."
… …
"Father, is the person we're going to meet today really the Master Rôme who forged the Tian Du sword?" Vivian asked excitedly as she looked at Michael.
"Yes. The location of Master Rôme's new forging workshop has been confirmed. It's near the Aden Square." Michael nodded with a smile.
"Then, can I ask him to forge a sword for me?" Vivian asked expectantly.
"Haven't you stopped practicing swordsmanship for many years?"
"But I've also wanted to roam the world with a sword …" Vivian said meekly. "Furthermore, wouldn't it be very cool to walk around with a sword of the same quality as the Tian Du sword?"
"There are so many swordsmen and machetemen in the world who can't even get a sword. Even the 10th-tier powerhouses can't get one, and you're asking for one. You're really ignorant and fearless." Michael laughed helplessly.
"I see … I was just kidding. It's not convenient to go shopping with a sword, so don't take it seriously …" Vivian stuck her tongue out when she heard that. Then, she perplexedly asked, "But, if Master Rôme is so impressive, why did he come to our Chaos City?"
"Yes. You wrote to him back then, but weren't you rejected directly?" the madam asked curiously as she sat opposite him.
"We have to give our Mr. Mak credit for being able to attract a legendary blacksmith like Master Rôme to Chaos City," Michael said with a smile.
"Mr. Mak?" Vivian exclaimed. "What's wrong with him?"
"According to Master Rôme himself, he might have come to Chaos City so that he could eat Mr. Mak's steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers." Michael's smile was a little ridiculous.
"This reason … is really very real." Vivian nodded understandingly. "If I couldn't eat spicy grilled fish every day, I would also want to move to Chaos City no matter how far it was."
"This Mr. Mak is really quite capable." The city lord's wife covered her mouth as she chuckled.
Vivian's eyes suddenly lit up, and she smilingly said, "Hey! Father, since Mr. Mak could even lure Master Rôme to Chaos City, why don't we let him try to lure other talents to Chaos City too? For example, that master tactician from the demons who's good at calculation, that master of combat from the orcs … "
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