"Snapped!"
"idiot!"
Jeffrey glared at Cyril, who was standing aggrievedly with his face covered, and his beard was so angry that a corner of his beard stood up.
"Father...I...I didn't do anything..." Cyril whispered. He didn't expect that he would be called here by his father just after arriving home. He was slapped like this when they met. Could it be that today? Has the matter reached his father’s ears?
"You didn't do anything? You didn't do anything by asking Master Roma to go to your blacksmith shop to show you the scene for one million copper coins?!" Jeffrey laughed angrily.
"It didn't work out, and I didn't do anything to him. You often say you have to be bold when doing business. I just couldn't negotiate this deal..." Cyril glanced at Jeffrey and whispered. road.
"Shut up, you idiot!" Jeffrey slapped Cyril on the face again with his backhand, his hands trembling with anger and said: "I...how could I have given birth to such an idiot like you!"
Cyril covered his face with his hands and looked at Jeffrey with a little fear. It had been a long time since he had seen his father lose his temper like this.
"Do you know what kind of existence Master Rom is? The Tiandu sword that Alex slayed the dragon was forged by him! The sword of the king of Los Empire was forged by him! The chief of the Og tribe Oster's sword was forged by him! Five of the top ten weapons in Nolan Continent's weapon list were made by him! The other five are almost all legendary weapons from various races!"
"Do you know how many level 10 peak experts are queuing up to ask him to forge weapons but are rejected? If they know that you, an idiot, have angered him, as long as they can make Master Rom happy, they will break through the gate of the manor tonight. Twist off your head, pack it up and send it to Master Rom."
Jeffrey gasped and looked at Cyril with hatred, "Do you think you are talking about a business? The shit you did is to make your own head into a gift!"
Plop!
Cyril's legs softened and he knelt directly in front of Jeffrey, his face already pale and bloodless.
He originally thought that he was just in trouble and suffered a small loss, but he didn't expect it to be such a terrible disaster.
"Father, save me...Father, save me..." Cyril crawled to Jeffrey on his knees and said with a look of fear on his face.
A group of tenth-level experts lined up to take his head. Just imagining this scene is extremely terrifying.
"You have caused such trouble. Even I can't protect you from this matter." Jeffrey took back his foot that was held by Cyril.
"Then...then what should I do? Just wait at home for them to kill me? No, I don't want to die yet, I don't want to die yet..." Cyril shook his head and said mournfully.
"You can only avoid disaster if you get Master Rom's forgiveness for this matter, and it must be before dawn." Jeffrey's expression has gradually returned to calmness, and he looked at Cyril coldly and said: "If this matter is not handled well, not only will If you alone are the cause of trouble, it will also affect our Morton family. If you are lucky enough to survive, I will expel you from the family!"
"Yes! Yes! I'm going to him to apologize. I'm going!" Cyril got up from the ground and crawled towards the door. If he was expelled from the family, he would really have nothing. .
"You idiot, do you know where to find Master Rom? Do you know how to ask for his forgiveness?" Jeffrey's voice sounded.
Cyril's footsteps suddenly stopped. He met Master Rom at the Maimi Restaurant at noon, but he really didn't know where he was now, and he didn't think about how to get his forgiveness. He probably just knelt in front of him. In front of him, he kowtowed several times and begged for forgiveness with tears streaming down his face.
"He ate at Maimi's restaurant today for breakfast and lunch. If nothing else happens, he should appear at Maimi's restaurant again in the evening. Secondly, he hates stalking people the most, so you'd better find someone like him Someone you trust can speak for you." Jeffrey said in a calm voice.
"The people he trusts..." Cyril first thought of the two young dwarves. It was obviously impossible for them to speak for him. As for Dix, it was even more impossible with his attitude just now. After thinking about it, he actually I couldn't find anyone to turn to.
"There is news that the finished product that Master Roma forged recently was a kitchen knife. This kitchen knife was given to the owner of Maimi's Restaurant. After Master Roma came to the City of Chaos, he went to Maimi's Restaurant twice in a row. For dining, if you can ask the owner of Maimi's Restaurant to speak for you, the matter may turn around," Gyorgi said.
"The owner of Maimi's Restaurant?" Cyril's expression suddenly looked like he had eaten a fly. Naturally, he remembered that this person had conflicts at two Chamber of Commerce ceremonies. This guy was completely on Gloria's side. Asking him to speak for him now is not like asking a cat to do something for him.
However, who is this guy? He can actually ask Master Rom to forge a kitchen knife for him, a weapon that even a tenth-level strongman cannot ask for? kitchen knife? !
"I know you have some disagreements with him. It's up to you to decide what to do." Jeffrey said in a calm voice: "I won't let my family bury you with you for a fool."
"Yes." Cyril left with a blue face. Compared with losing his head, even being humiliated by that guy was nothing. As long as this matter could be exposed, he would still be the second young master of the Morton family: "Prepare the car and go to Maimi's restaurant!"
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Harry held up his chin and looked at Roma who was eating the fish head with chopped peppers in surprise, and muttered: "It's really puzzling, old Roma, you actually came to the city of chaos."
Rom took a sip of the tender brain from the bone and asked, "Isn't the fish head delicious?"
"No... just for this fish head? You traveled thousands of miles to move the forge to the city of chaos?" Harry was still a little surprised.
"If I could eat it in Eisentier Castle, I wouldn't move." Rom nodded and glanced at Harry, "Don't you say you like wandering and don't like staying in one place for a long time? Why are you staying here now? Caught?"
"Because the fish head is so delicious." Harry sighed.
Rom smiled. Thirty or fifty years ago, when Harry was in Eisen Iron Castle, he often came to the blacksmith shop to see him. Unlike those guys who asked for weapons, he always brought a large food box with him. After persisting for many years, he finally had the nerve to refuse and forged a kitchen knife for him. The relationship between the two was quite good and they were considered one of his few friends.
"Also, didn't you say you would never forge kitchen knives for others in your life? Why did you get one for Boss Mai too?"
"In exchange for the fish head." Rom put down the clean fish bones and sighed, "I can't refuse."
