Chapter 1656 - Isn't This Fish Head Delish?
Chapter 1656: Isn’t This Fish Head Delish?
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“Idiot!”
Jeffree was staring at Cyril, who was covering his face aggrievedly, with anger. He was so angry that his mustache stood up.
“Father… I-I didn’t do anything…” Cyril said softly. He didn’t expect his father to summon him as soon as he reached home, and slap him as soon as he met the other party. Perhaps his father had found out about today’s incident?
“Didn’t do anything? You tried to give Master Rom 1,000,000 copper coins to work at your blacksmith shop, and you dare to say you did nothing?!” Jeffree was so angry that he actually laughed out loud.
Cyril peeped at Jeffree as he softly said, “Didn’t that fail? Furthermore, I didn’t do anything to him. Didn’t you say that we have to be bold when doing business? I simply failed in making a business deal…”
“Shut up, you idiot!” Jeffree back slapped Cyril’s face again. He was so furious that he spoke with shaking hands. “Wh-why did I have such a stupid son like you!?”
Cyril covered his face with his hands as he stared at Jeffree with fear. He hadn’t seen his father lose his cool for a long time.
“Do you have any idea what kind of existence Master Rom is? The Tian Du sword that Alex used to slay dragons was forged by him! The king of the Roth Empire’s sword was forged by him! The sword of Auster, the chief of the Aug Tribe, was forged by him! Five out of the top 10 weapons on the Norland Continent’s weapons’ ranking came from his hands! The other five are almost all heirloom weapons of all the tribes!”
“Do you have any idea how many 10th-tier powerhouses are lining up and begging him to forge them a weapon, and are rejected by him? If they knew that you had annoyed him, as long as they could please Master Rom, they would stomp into our manor, pluck your head off, wrap it up and send it to Master Rom tonight.”
Jeffree panted as he stared at Cyril, who had seriously failed his expectations. “Do you think you are talking about business? The stupid thing that you did was to offer your head as a gift!”
Thud!
Cyril’s knees went weak, and he knelt in front of Jeffree straight away with an ashen face.
He thought he had only made a small blunder, and would get it over after paying a small price. He hadn’t expected that he had courted such terrible trouble for himself.
“Father, save me… Father, save me…” Cyril said with terror as he crawled to Jeffree on his knees.
A group of 10th-tier powerhouses were lining up to pluck his head off. It was scary enough just to think about that scene.
“You have caused such terrifying trouble. Even I cannot save you from this.” Jeffree pulled back the leg that was grabbed by Cyril.
“Th-then, what should I do? Simply wait at home for them to come and kill me? No, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die…” Cyril wailed as he shook his head.
“For this matter to be resolved, the only way out is to seek Master Rom’s forgiveness. And, you’ve got to do it before sunrise.” Jeffree’s expression had already slowly calmed down. He looked at Cyril coldly, and said, “If this matter isn’t resolved properly, not only you will be in dire straits, all of us in the Moreton Family will be in trouble too. Even if you manage to save your life, I’ll still have to exile you from the Moreton Family!”
“Yes! Yes! I’ll apologize to him right now. I’ll go right now!” Cyril got up and stumbled toward the door. He would really lose everything if he actually was exiled.
“Idiot, do you know where to find Master Rom? And how to seek his forgiveness?” Jeffree’s voice sounded.
Cyril halted his steps instantly. He met Master Rom at Mamy Restaurant at noon, but he really had no idea where he was now. He also had not thought about how to gain his forgiveness. Most probably, he would have to kneel in front of him and kowtow to him in tears as he begged for his forgiveness.
“He had both his breakfast and lunch at Mamy Restaurant today, so he most likely will still appear at Mamy Restaurant tonight. Secondly, he hates people who pester him, so you’d better find someone whom he trusts to put in a good word for you,” Jeffree said in a calm voice.
“Someone whom he trusts…” The two young dwarves popped into Cyril’s mind first, but obviously they would never help him. As for Dicus, it was even more impossible with his earlier attitude. Even after thinking very hard about it, he still couldn’t think of anyone who could help him.
“There was news which mentioned that Master Rom’s latest piece of work was a cleaver. This cleaver was given to the boss of Mamy Restaurant by him. Furthermore, Master Rom has already eaten two meals continuously at Mamy Restaurant since he arrived at Chaos City. This matter might be resolved if you could ask the boss of Mamy Restaurant to put in a good word for you,” Jefree said.
“The boss of Mamy Restaurant?” Cyril looked as if he had swallowed a fly. Of course, he could remember that man. He had conflicts with him at both the Chamber of Commerce’s meetings. This fellow had taken Gloria’s side completely. Asking him to put in a good word for him would be equivalent to a mouse asking a cat for a favor.
However, who was this fellow actually? There were weapons that 10th-tier powerhouses weren’t able to obtain, and he was able to ask Master Rom to forge a cleaver for him? A cleaver?!
“I know you don’t get along well with him. As for what to do, you can decide for yourself,” Jeffree calmly said. “I’m not going to let the whole family die along with you.”
“Yes.” Cyril left with a dark expression. Being humiliated by that fellow was nothing when compared to losing his head. As long as this matter could blow over, he would still be the second young master of the Moretons. “Prepare the carriage. We’re going to Mamy Restaurant!”
***
Harris placed his chin on his hand as he watched Rom, who was eating the steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers, with amazement, and mumbled, “This is really perplexing. You actually came to Chaos City too, Old Rom.”
Rom sucked out the brains in the bones, and then instead asked, “Isn’t this fish head delish?”
“Don’t tell me… you really came here for this fish head? You really shifted the workshop thousands of kilometers here to Chaos City because of that?” Harris still couldn’t believe that.
“I wouldn’t have moved if I could have had this at the Issen Castle.” Rom nodded, and then flicked a glance at Harris. “Didn’t you say you liked to wander around, and hated to remain at one place? Why are you staying here too?”
“Because the fish head is really delish.” Harris sighed.
Rom laughed. About 30 to 50 years ago, when Harris was at the Issen Castle, he always went to look for Rom at the workshop. Different from those people who came to ask him for a weapon, he always came with a big box of food. He persevered for many years, and Rom eventually could no longer reject him. Hence, he had forged a chef’s knife for him. They were really chummy, and Harris could be considered as one of his few friends.
“Furthermore, didn’t you say that you wouldn’t forge a chef’s knife for anyone else again? Why did you make one for Boss Mag too?”
“I exchanged it for the fish head.” Rom put down the fish bones that he had finished sucking out the brains from and sighed. “I simply couldn’t resist it.”