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Chapter 179 - 179, Don't Spit While Speaking
Chapter 179 - 179, Don't Spit While Speaking
Chapter 179: Chapter 179, Don’t Spit While Speaking
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The guards surrounded the tavern.
The barkeepers, already preparing for the opening, paused their work.
All they could do was sit on the side, watching guard captain and Fang Hao converse not far away.
“That’s how it happened. Although I’ll testify for you, he is, after all, the son of the Steward. How things will progress is still uncertain.” The Guard Captain said as he sat in a wooden chair, explaining everything that had just occurred.
Clatter!
Not far away, the landlady dropped the coarse ceramic cup she was wiping and quickly bent down to pick it up.
She had just reminded everyone that if the shop across the street offended a high-ranking person, like the Steward’s son, it wouldn’t be able to open or sell.
Fang Hao had barely left the house when this happened; he had punched the Steward’s son.
Now it would be difficult not to offend them.
The sudden noise only caused the pair in conversation to glance over before they resumed their topic.
“How is it usually resolved?” Fang Hao asked.
“Hard to say. The City Lord, due to some reasons, has given over many matters to the Steward. Hence his son…” The Captain trailed off, “You get what I mean, right?”
“Hmm, I understand,” Fang Hao nodded in response.
Not long after, a summon from the City Lord arrived.
Fang Hao and Anjia were escorted in the direction of the City Lord’s Mansion.
On the way, Anjia curiously asked, “Shouldn’t we run?”
“Run? Why should we when we’re in the right? And the City Lord isn’t as powerful as you, so there’s nothing to fear,” Fang Hao whispered back.
Cyril, the City Lord, was only a blue, rank-five Hero.
If they were to fight, it was uncertain whether Cyril would beat Anjia.
“I’m worried about your safety,” Anjia insisted.
“Don’t worry; I’ve brought a Teleportation Scroll. By the way, is the Steward’s son badly injured?”
“He didn’t die.”
“That’s good enough.”
After crossing the street, the two arrived at the City Lord’s Mansion.
In the grand hall.
Besides City Lord Cyril, whom they had met before, there was also a tall and thin middle-aged man with curly hair.
“City Lord,” Fang Hao nodded.
“Please have a seat, Mr Fang Hao.”
Fang Hao, along with Anjia, sat on the side.
“My Steward claims that your guard attacked his son. I would like to understand the situation better,” Cyril began without any indication of bias.
“Yes, but the cause of the incident was indeed the Steward’s son trying to take my mount. Even after my guard advised him against it, he drew his longsword,” Fang Hao explained.
Bang!
The thin Steward’s expression turned red, and he slammed his hands on the table, staring at Fang Hao as he began to berate him.
“Talking nonsense, you savage country bumpkins dare to attack public officials within Pruell City. You really have the nerve…”
His words were abruptly cut off.
A beautifully crafted white knife, fashioned like a sword hilt crowned with a tree, was already pressed against his throat.
“Speak politely, and if you spit at me again, I’ll make a hole in you,” Fang Hao said grimly.
The Steward obviously didn’t come here reasoning.
Of course, Fang Hao preferred a simpler approach.
“Enough. Both of you sit down,” City Lord Cyril spoke up again.
The Steward slowly retreated a short distance before continuing: “City Lord, he dared to brandish a weapon here. This is unforgivable.”
Cyril frowned at him, cursing internally that he was blinded by rage.
Could he not see how frightened Fang Hao was?
His relaxed demeanor suggested he was perfectly at home.
Fang Hao’s identity had always been a mystery, but the fact that he had eradicated a long-established bandit camp in one day confirmed that he had a significant military force behind him.
Could he even touch Fang Hao?
Would he go to war with a city for the sake of his troublemaking son?
Is it possible?
“Alright. I’ve inquired about the incident. Both parties are at fault. I’ll arrange for someone to treat your son later, and let’s consider this matter closed,” Cyril said directly.
There was no mention of who was right or wrong; it was glossed over.
The Steward frowned and was about to protest when he saw the warning in Cyril’s gaze.
All the resentment had to be swallowed down. Grinding his teeth, he said, “Fine, I’ll listen to the City Lord. We’ll let this matter rest.”
“Haha, great. Mr Fang Hao, what do you think?” Cyril turned to Fang Hao.
“After all, we are in Pruell City. Attacking someone is a bit too much.”
“We heed the City Lord’s advice,” Fang Hao responded with a small smile.
What everyone was worried about was resolved so swiftly.
Cyril had been tactful—there were no discussions of right and wrong. Everyone was at fault.
Lets the matter rest, and no one should bring it up again.
Of course, Fang Hao was quite satisfied with the result since the person that got beaten up wasn’t him.
Still enraged, the Steward stormed off.
Fang Hao stayed back and continued, “City Lord, I’m interested in a shop and want to settle down. How much would it cost?”
“Sure, which one are you interested in?” Cyril asked curiously.
“The one across Rose Tavern on Commercial Street.”
“Oh? There’s still an unclaimed shop on that street? Seems like you’re lucky.” Cyril exclaimed, surprised.
“Perhaps.”
That shop had offended the Steward’s son and had been unoccupied for two years; nobody dared to buy it.
The landlady had just mentioned this to him earlier, but now it was fine. The offending party had been dealt with by Anjia, so there were no concerns about causing offense anymore.
“You there.” Cyril called out.
A retainer came over, “City Lord.”
“You assist Mr. Fang Hao in processing the shop.”
“Alright, Mr. Fang Hao, miss, please follow me.”
The retainer led the two out and proceeded with the shop documentation.
The price was astronomical, making him consider whether he should build a city and profit from housing development.
This was too lucrative.
Once the paperwork was complete, they had to deliver the payment to the City Lord’s Mansion within three days. Afterward, they could collect the deed to the property and officially become the owners.
The two continued their conversation as they exited the City Lord’s Mansion.
Within the Tavern.
“I’m telling you, he won’t return.” Abarkeeper said while rearranging tables and chairs, discussing the recent events. “He’s been at the City Lord’s Mansion for quite some time. I bet his head has been chopped off already.”
“That’s not necessarily true. He’s a wealthy foreigner. That despicable guy only dares to bully the native townsfolk but not those from out of town,” another worker chimed in.
“Only the living separate the rich and the poor,” the barkeeper continued.
Creak!
The door opened again, and the glaring sunlight streamed in, causing everyone to squint.
Fang Hao sat back down at the bar, and Anjia also took a seat.
The barkeepers were dumbfounded, glancing at each other.
Even if he was unharmed, he certainly made a speedy return.
“Did you sort it out?” The landlady was equally surprised. Everyone in the city knew that the Steward’s family was even more annoying than ruffians.
Returning so quickly suggested that these two youngsters were not ordinary people.
“It’s resolved,” Fang Hao continued. “You haven’t finished the story of this bounty.”