radicalducati Chapter 180 The Angry Miles
Chapter 180 The Angry Miles
Chapter 180 The Angry Miles
Fortunately, the matter is over, and seeing how respectful the other party is, even if I go to find him again in the evening, he will most likely think that it was Xue'er, the worshipper, who instructed him.
This saved Xiao Yan a lot of trouble.
Lou Gao added some tobacco to his pipe, and the sharp-eyed apprentice next to him quickly lit it for him. At this moment, Si Yu, who had been away from him for some time, finally arrived late, but she came from the main gate, followed by a group of blacksmiths.
They were all probably from the Blacksmiths' Guild. It just so happened that when Miles came to cause trouble, it was around mealtime, and some of the others had already gone home.
Therefore, Lou Gao instructed his apprentices to call over all available forces, so that even if a fight were to break out, they would be well-prepared.
However, it seems that the problem has been solved. Although it is unclear why Miles was so convinced that a young girl was a retainer of the Spirit Hall, and did not even bother to check her, this is not within Lou Gao's consideration.
Miles returned to his Spirit Hall with a dark expression. Even the two guards at the gate dared not offer their usual fawning when they saw the bishop's state today, because they could tell that the bishop was furious and anyone who provoked him would suffer.
The godson, Maispu, followed behind, looking tense and anxious. He had already woken up from his unconsciousness, but his godfather had remained silent in the carriage the entire way back.
Fortunately, the other party did not retaliate, and we finally made it back to the Spirit Hall.
He slowly walked to the door of Miles's room, by which time the other guards had all been dismissed.
Maispu bent over, afraid that a moment of carelessness would give his godfather some leverage to attack him.
But even someone as domineering as him knew that if someone got angry, they could give you a huge beating even without a reason, let alone the master of the Spirit Hall in Gengxin City.
"Snapped!"
The crisp sound of a slap echoed in the corridor, lingering in the well-sealed room.
Maisper spun uncontrollably in the air before crashing to the ground, knocking out a front tooth.
He covered his mouth, letting his saliva mixed with blood flow down his hand through the gap in his mouth, which he couldn't close.
He dared not utter a sound, not even cry out in pain. He could tell that he absolutely could not disobey his godfather now.
Even if he was full of questions.
It's just a token, why make such a fuss? They've completely ruined the reputation that the Spirit Hall has worked so hard to build in Gengxin City with the Blacksmith Association. He doesn't know what Miles is like, but at least he will be laughed at by these roughnecks who only know how to forge blacksmiths for the kick Miles kicked at him.
He's seen quite a few good things, both from his own hoarding over the years and from others secretly giving them to him.
So the moment he saw the token, he knew it couldn't be fake; at least the material was even better than the purple-robed bishop's token that the Spirit Hall had given to his godfather.
Even if it were true, so what? These two people clearly don't belong to this token; they probably stole it from somewhere.
But at this moment, he kept all these questions to himself and didn't dare to ask them at this critical juncture.
Miles slowly walked into his office area. No matter when, there was always a pot of tea on his desk, brewed with goji berries and other mountain delicacies. He took a sip, and it seemed that his depressed mood eased.
This is also why he adopted Maispu as his godson; although the boy was just like him, he really understood him.
"You almost got me into big trouble."
"Godfather, I just wanted to see a beautiful girl. In this whole world, isn't only Godfather worthy of enjoying her?" Hearing his godfather finally speak, Maispu remained kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise his head.
However, the other party did not seem to have touched any major disrespectful points in response to his words, which made Maispu certain that his godfather also knew very well that the powerful one was not Xue'er, but the true owner of that plaque.
"Come on, how could I possibly be alive to enjoy this? They have a Spirit Hall offering token in their hands." Miles rolled his eyes.
"Godfather, what if he stole this token? Shouldn't we give him a good beating?" Maispu respectfully raised his head, his thieving eyes darting around, clearly having some bad ideas in mind.
"Hmph, if not? You want me to anger any one of the Hall of Worshipers for something so trivial?" Miles slammed his fist on the table in anger. "Those are beings who surpass the Pope, and each of them is a Title Douluo-level powerhouse. Do you think, even if their tokens were stolen, who could have stolen them?"
Naturally, these are the family members who make offerings. For someone of this status, a plaque is nothing more than a useless symbol of identity. When they appear, everyone recognizes them. Therefore, most of these so-called issued plaques are for the convenience of their family members.
This is why Miles immediately slid off the rails the moment he saw the token.
He dared not gamble. If that revered figure were nearby, and his attitude was even slightly poor, he might not be the next purple-robed bishop of Gengxin City.
"Don't worry, Godfather. In a few days, I'll go to the Chamber of Commerce. I heard they've got another batch of nice women." Maispu said, licking his lips.
Miles, sitting high in his chair, finally revealed his signature smile.
If this kid hadn't been so good at getting things done, why would he have taken him in as his godson?
The blacksmiths who were called back in twos and threes, including their friends from the blacksmiths' association, simply came in. Since they were already there, a few more pairs of chopsticks wouldn't hurt.
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However, when the people present looked at Xiao Yan and Xue'er, they still politely and intentionally avoided them.
Xiao Yan smiled bitterly.
They were truly being treated as members of the Spirit Hall, but there was no other way in that situation.
Xiao Yan originally planned to walk with Miles for a while, then have Xue'er show her nameplate, and then go to the Spirit Hall for a good meal. Unexpectedly, Xue'er simply took it out and told everyone to get lost.
It's an open secret that the Blacksmiths' Association and the Spirit Hall here have a grudge, so the atmosphere is rather awkward right now.
"Young friend Xiao Yan, what are you doing standing here? Let's go have dinner together. Have you booked your hotel yet?" Si Yu invited the group of people who came to help to take their seats first, and then put her hand on Xiao Yan's shoulder.
"No need, Uncle Siyu, we still want to stroll around Gengxin City." Xiao Yan waved his hand, and for the time being, he had no choice but to draw a line between them.
Lou Gao put down his pipe and reminded him, "Some things may be convenient in certain places, but most of the time, it's better to be careful. You never know who you might offend. The way you showed your tokens was too ostentatious. If you're not staying at the Spirit Hall or a hotel related to them tonight, you might as well stay at our Blacksmith Association. We can set up a temporary shop for you."
Lou Gao's words implied that he didn't care about Xue Ji and Xiao Yan's identities, but he was indeed kindly reminding them.
Xiao Yan was about to thank Senior Lou Gao for his kindness when, at that moment, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came. Before he could even see the other party, the cobblestone pavement of the entire street outside the Blacksmith Association was already trembling.
The expressions on everyone's faces changed from relaxed to somewhat tense; who would dare to ride a horse like that in the city?
Did Miles think of something and come back?