Black Jack only felt that the world was spinning. Before he could figure out what was going on, he was kicked out and fell heavily in front of the stairs. Then, he rolled onto the solid ground like a roller.
"Boss!" Fosah and Laffitte ran over from afar and squatted beside Black Jack.
Blackjack pushed them away and struggled to stand up.
"It's Master Prome!" Fosah suddenly pointed at the man by the door and shouted.
Black Jack jerked his head up. Prometheus was already at the stairs, followed by David. Angor, the man whom Blackjack hated, was leaning against the door and staring at him with a cold expression.
"Master Prome, I'm not here to cause you trouble." Blackjack put away his arrogance in front of Prome. "I just have a grudge against him!" Blackjack pointed at Angor with an angry look.
"I don't care who you have a grudge against! Not only did you attack me in my shop, but you also attacked me in front of me! Did you get addicted to bullying newbies in Sky Tower? Do you have a death wish?! " Prome didn't want to listen to Blackjack's explanation. Angor's identity aside, the fact that Blackjack dared to look down on him was enough reason for Prome to kill him.
Prome glanced at the card that was cut in half. "Since you like hanging upside down so much, I'll let you do it!"
Prome took out a sturdy rope from somewhere and tied Blackjack up. Then he hung Blackjack upside down at the door.
Prome was much stronger than Blackjack, so Blackjack couldn't even resist. Blackjack's mouth was stuffed with a piece of rag. His eyes were bloodshot, and he swayed helplessly in the wind.
"So you're with Blackjack?" After tying up Blackjack, Prome dusted his hands and looked at the two men on the other side.
Fosah and Laffitte didn't move at all. Fosah finally spoke up in a trembling voice, "Blackjack is our boss … b-b-b-but we're friends with Angor! Friends! "
Prome was ready to attack right after Fosah finished his first sentence. But when he heard the second half of Fosah's words, he looked back at Angor.
Angor glanced at Fosah and Laffitte.
Fosah and Laffitte looked at him pitifully.
Angor finally spoke in a casual tone, "They entered Brute Cavern with me."
He didn't say that they were friends, but he didn't say that they were enemies either.
As someone who had lived for decades, Prome understood what Angor was trying to say.
After releasing Fosah, Prome returned to the shop and greeted Angor with a smile.
Fosah and Laffitte sighed in relief when they saw Prome's attitude. Luckily, they managed to gain a good impression just now. But how did Angor know Prome? Why was Prometheus treating him so eagerly?
Dave walked up to Fosah and pointed at Blackjack. "Hey, Blackjack, you're right.
"What's wrong with this guy? He was fine just a moment ago. Why did he suddenly come here, claiming to hate Angor and threatening to kill him? Did you two talk behind Angor's back? "
Fosah quickly shook his head. His chubby cheeks looked like jelly. "I don't know! He asked us where Angor's clothes were made, and we didn't know either. Then Laffitte said Angor's clothes looked like Mister Sunders', so he changed his attitude and came back. We couldn't stop him! "
Angor had a vague idea of what was going on. But Prome was faster than him.
Prome snickered. "I see."
"Do you know why, Master Prome?" Fosah bowed down in front of Prome. Laffitte didn't forget what happened next.
"Blackjack's story was famous years ago. But most of the apprentices in his class either advanced or died. The underground market is full of newbies now, so the story has died down." Prome ignored the two and spoke to Angor.
"Blackjack's quite talented. Mister Tree Spirit even praised him a little. However, this guy kept saying that he wanted to be Mister Sunders' student. Even when Mister Sunders sent him a poster, he refused. "
Blackjack's cheeks turned red. No one knew whether it was because he was angry or because his blood was dripping from his face. He kept trying to signal Prome to stop talking, but Prome didn't care.
Blackjack winked at his minions again, but they were too busy looking at Prome, eager to get on his good side. They had no time to pay attention to Blackjack.
"No one taught him all these years, which is why he's stuck like this. If he was willing to accept posters from other wizards, he wouldn't be like this. But he never did. He kept insisting on becoming Mister Sunders' disciple like a crazy demon. He even tried to imitate Mister Sunders' clothes. "
"Why is he so stubborn? Could it be that his talent is illusionary? "David asked doubtfully.
Prome shook his head. "Of course not. His talent has nothing to do with illusions. As for why he wants to become Mister Sunders' disciple … "
"I don't know either."
"I only know that he's related to Mister Sunders in some way. Of course, they're not related. They're from a branch family hundreds of years ago. I don't know how this guy learned about Mister Sunders. He's been haunted by Mister Sunders ever since he came to Brute Cavern. "Prome shook his head.
"Now you know why Mister Sunders doesn't like you. You're his student now, aren't you?"
Angor glanced at Blackjack. "I think it's just an excuse."
Prome was taken aback for a second. "Excuse? What do you mean? "
Blackjack glared at Angor and mumbled something. It sounded like he was cursing.
"I don't think he's obsessed with a man that long ago. They're not lovers. They're just distant relatives from hundreds of years ago. How can he be so obsessed with someone like that?" Angor shook his head.
Blackjack's anger was written all over his face. He kept swinging his body and tried to use the momentum to ram at Angor.
But it was all in vain.
"If he's obsessed with someone, he won't stay as a speck of dust forever. If I were him, I'd do everything I can to get close to him, or even surpass him, even if he's standing in the clouds. Why would he refuse other wizards' invitation cards and not improve himself in the name of being Mister Sunders' disciple? What a joke. So, if he's not an idiot, he's just using this as an excuse. "
"I'll let him go this time," Angor said. "If he dares to bother me again, I'll just kill him."
Angor felt a little guilty when he fought against Blackjack before. But now, he had hundreds of experience. Killing Blackjack was a piece of cake for him.
Angor and Dave entered the shop first while Prome took out a knife and cut the rope.
Fosah and Laffitte quickly helped Blackjack up.
Blackjack slowly stood up and spat out the rags in his mouth.
"Even an outsider can see it. I suggest you stop treating your own life like a joke. Stop being so arrogant. Mister Wan Zhi won't wait for you to come back. " Prome spoke in a cold tone, "I'll let you go this time for Angor's sake. Next time you try to mess around in my territory, I'll make sure you pay for it! "
Blackjack quietly wiped the filth from his mouth. His eyes were as dark as the deep sea under the night mist.
After Prome left, Fosah approached Blackjack and asked, "Boss, should we go to Twilight Well? Maybe the auction there has already started? "
Blackjack stared at the three people in the shop, especially Angor. He clenched his fists so hard that his veins were bulging.
After a while, he turned around and said, "Let's go back first. We'll buy a knife next week."
…
Inside the shop, the lights were dim. Prome was sitting on a unique wooden table with a smile on his face as he took out a bottle of Xiangan red wine he had been keeping for a long time.
"This is from Chambord Seaside. It's one of the best Xiangan red wines. It was said that when the raw materials were harvested, the most plump young married women would use their fragrant lips to spit them out one by one. When the music was stepped on, it was done by the purest and most beautiful virgins using their jade-like feet that had been bathed in morning dew. The ingredients used are very particular, and the taste is sweet and delicious. I also added some Moonlight Grass powder, which can stimulate the blood circulation and help the body. "
Angor looked at the bottle and suddenly remembered something from many years ago. Back when Padt Manor was producing red wine, it was very popular among the nobles of Waterford. The slogan used to be: "The most fragrant wine is made by the purest young girls, and the most delicious wine is made by the most beautiful young married women."
If the upper class of Waterford were to find out that the people who stepped on the wine were all ugly brutes with smelly feet, would they spit out all the wine they drank over the years?
"Thank you very much, but I'll pass." Angor's refusal made Prome feel a little awkward. "My professor told me not to drink before I'm 18. It's bad for my brain."
Angor was referring to Jon, but Prome misunderstood it as Sunders. Still, Prome was not sure if Sunders would really say something like that. But Prome still put the wine away, and the awkwardness on his face disappeared.
"Tea then! I have some high-quality black tea from the Midnight Fiend Kingdom. "
"Don't bother. I'm here to thank you. If you didn't save me during my match against Parasite Queen, I would have become a corpse by now." Prome couldn't help but sigh when he heard Angor's story about his fight against Parasite Queen.
"I didn't know Parasite Queen could do something like that. She can corrode your soul directly. That's so hard to defend against!"
Dave nodded. "If we tell everyone how ugly Parasite Queen really is, maybe those crazy fans won't hate you so much."
"It doesn't matter. Apart from you, no one else knows who I really am." Angor was quite optimistic.
"Oh, by the way, tomorrow should be the last day of the match. After that, I should have time to discuss the alchemy weapon with you, Master Prome. " Angor looked at Prome. "Master Prome, can you tell us about the weapon you want to make? What are your requirements?"
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