Storm of Gods

Chapter 125 Dear Simmons
Smart roared, flashing the dagger tucked at his waist. The Red and White Society's thugs all used this kind of dagger. In Heldan City, apart from the city guards, only members of the Knight Academy and the Order of the Church were allowed to carry long weapons. Ordinary people were prohibited from carrying them. Gangs often fought over territory and engaged in looting and vandalism, so they couldn't be empty-handed and used daggers.

Daenerys covered her face, her face flushed with anger, but she dared not retaliate. "I have no money, but you can take my life. Go ahead and kill me if you dare. I'll fight you to the death and see who comes out on top!"

She knew that this was a slip-up; giving in once would mean certain death. She gambled that the other party wouldn't dare to really kill her. She had been operating here for so long, and had been bribing some officials. If she died, Smart would cut off their source of income. She didn't know why Smart had suddenly gone mad today.

Smart grinned maliciously, pulled out a dagger, and slowly approached. Of course, he wouldn't kill her; this kind of bitch wouldn't listen unless he beat her and bleed her dry. This old woman didn't know how powerful he was.

Just then, a commotion broke out, and the onlookers quickly parted to make way for two young men dressed in the robes of the Church of Christ. "Lanther, are you sure this is the place?"

"Captain, there's no mistake. Everyone says a very unique restaurant has opened here, completely different from what we usually eat, and exceptionally appetizing. I feel you've been a bit off lately," Lancer chuckled. "Have you taken a fancy to someone's girl?"

"What girl? I'm a man like an eagle, my condition only gets better and better. But since we're here, let's give it a try. Why are you all crowding here?" Simmons said, puzzled.

Soon Simmons and Lancer saw Smart and his group, as well as the fat woman on the ground, and roughly knew what was going on.

"Everyone, leave now, don't keep me from eating."

Simmons couldn't be bothered with such things, but since he was here to eat, it wouldn't be good to prevent him from enjoying his meal. Smart turned around, ready to swear, but the moment he saw Simmons, his expression changed dramatically. He immediately bowed, his face becoming incredibly obsequious. "Isn't this Young Master Simmons? What brings you to a place like this?"

Lancer knew exactly what was going on. He knew Simmons wouldn't even bother talking to someone like that. "Get lost. Is this something you thugs should be asking? Get lost, get lost."

"Yes, yes, we'll leave right away." Smart turned back and gave Daenerys a warning look, then left with his men, all smiles and bows.

If it's just someone from the Order of the Fathers, these tough guys aren't afraid of them. They're not from the same circle. If the other party insists on using their status to meddle, they have plenty of ways to deal with it.

But Simmons is different. Simmons George, let's put it this way, the George family is one of the most powerful noble families in Heldan, and their ancestors were even more formidable. Most of the St. George district belongs to this family, including the docks, the core business district, and some fertile land. Simmons is a member of the George family, and the gangsters will not mess with him.

Looking at Daenerys Targaryen and then at his surroundings, Simmons lost his appetite. He had initially envisioned a hero rescuing a damsel in distress, but... this was a completely different person from the one depicted on the poster, no, a completely different species.

But Daenerys Targaryen was no ordinary woman. She scrambled to her feet, quickly arranged the chairs and table, and wiped them with her sleeve. "Young Master Simmons, please sit down. Since you're here, I'm not bragging, but our new dish is made using an ancient method that has been lost for a thousand years. It has a magical flavor that can turn the rotten into the magical. You must try it."

Daenerys knew that whether she could get through this ordeal depended on whether she could serve Master Simmons well.

Lancer laughed too, "Boss, since we're already here, let's give it a try. It's already been reported to the Council of the Church. Some brothers have tried it and raved about it, so it should have some merit."

Simmons nodded, and Lancer looked at Daenerys, "What are you waiting for? Go and get ready."

"Yes, yes, young master, please wait a moment, I'll be right there." Daenerys immediately wiped the chair clean with her gorgeous sleeves, her face beaming like a trumpet flower.

Simmons looked around at the people and said, "Let everyone sit down. Business still needs to be done."

"Young Master is so approachable and kind. Come, come, everyone, please sit down. Opportunities like this don't come often." Daenerys didn't look like she had just been beaten at all; her chubby face was beaming with joy.

In the immigrant area, fighting and stabbing were commonplace and a regular occurrence, and they felt honored that young Master Simmons from the St. George family had come.

Simmons is quite approachable. In fact, anyone who knows him well knows that he is different from the other patriarchs of the George family. He is very easygoing and doesn't put on airs, which is also a characteristic of the Church of England.

Daenerys Targaryen stormed into the kitchen like a meat bomb, yelling, "Lee, Ma Liu, get your act together! We have a special guest, the Lord of St. George. Do your best, or I'll be able to support you all!"

After saying that, he rushed out again and kicked out the painter and the magician. "Serves you two poor bastards right. You don't even dare to show off when a distinguished person comes. A little bit of money from the young master's fingers would be enough for you to live on for a year."

As she approached Simmons, Daenerys deliberately slowed her pace, even her gait becoming more elegant. "Young Master Simmons, as majestic as an eagle, allow me to introduce you. This is Mr. Daliwen, the most famous painter in St. George's District, who excels at portraiture. With your noble countenance and eagle-like bearing, could you perhaps give him a chance?"

The eagle is the coat of arms of the St. George family, and people are used to addressing noble families with long histories with this title as a sign of respect. Simmons smiled and asked, "Oh, which school of painting are you from?"

“Young Master Simmons, I am a member of the Franco-Realist school; truth is our soul,” Dalvin said respectfully and sincerely.

Thinking of the exaggerated realism of the poster hanging at the door, Simmons couldn't help but laugh. The spirit of artists is indeed so real. "Okay, let me see your realism."

Daliwen bowed gracefully and took out a brand new easel. "Young Master Simmons, please make yourself at home. Actually, every angle is good, but I will try my best to find the most perfect one."

Lancer couldn't help but laugh. No wonder business was so good; the people here were all smart enough to make the captain feel better.

Daenerys was all smiles. “My esteemed guest, I have had the kitchen prepare a wonderful welcome. While we wait, I have even prepared a little entertainment. This is Mr. Kan, the magician. He has traveled the Dao Yuan Continent and visited many places. He has only recently come to our Heldan.”

The other guests were trying to suppress their laughter; how "recent" was this? Simmons and Lancer actually became interested upon hearing this. Lancer smiled and said, "You seem to have some tricks up your sleeve. I'd like to see what's new here. Don't try to fool us; I've seen plenty of magic tricks."

"Don't worry, if he doesn't perform well, I'll raise his rent!" Daenerys said immediately, her voice full of authority. It's worth noting that Simmons and Lancer, who were used to highbrow entertainment, found it quite down-to-earth to occasionally engage in something more relatable.

Once they entered their professional field, Daliwen and Kane's demeanor immediately changed. Daliwen began to paint, his expression focused, and from the side, he really did have the air of an artist.

Kan put on his gloves, took off his hat, bowed gracefully, and then reached into his hat. A white dove appeared out of the hat. After releasing the dove, Kan showed the empty hat and put it on his head. But soon the hat moved again, and a black dove curiously poked its head out. Kan's expression was very convincing, showing great surprise. He then released the black dove as well, repeatedly checking his hat until it was completely empty before he was relieved. Just as he was about to put it on, he suddenly turned his hand over, and an adorable rabbit with enchanted ears crawled out of the hat, looking around timidly. Instantly, the whole audience burst into applause.

Simmons and Lancer also found it interesting; the main goal was to create a lively atmosphere.

Seeing the rabbit's panicked look, Kan quickly hid it in his hat. Then the rabbit disappeared again, and Kan breathed a sigh of relief, put on his hat, and then took out a deck of cards and started playing. His smooth card-drawing and throwing drew cheers from the crowd.

Simmons smiled. "Quick technique, very good."

"Practice makes perfect, it seems that's really true. We could actually arrange something like that for the party at our Order Academy."

"Stop thinking about having fun, now is not the time."

"Boss, fight when you need to fight, and enjoy life when you need to enjoy it. That's life," Lancer said with a smile. Ever since returning from Tianjing, Simmons hadn't been acting quite right, though it could also be something else.

Simmons remained silent, watching the magician's performance. He couldn't do it. So much time had passed, and the Tianjing incident had come to an end. He was troubled by other things. As the captain, Simmons couldn't shirk his responsibilities.

Soon, the fortune teller, Lao Fang, and his entourage came out with the dishes. Despite Lao Fang's limp, he carried the plates with surprising skill. Of course, the leader, Daenerys Targaryen, personally served the eagle-like young master Simmons, using specially prepared tableware.

Simmons and Lancer weren't the type to be pretentious. Looking at the presentation and smelling it, it actually looked quite appealing. They picked up their spoons and took a bite. Simmons and Lancer exchanged a glance. This spicy chicken was really flavorful, unlike regular spicy chicken; it was very complex. "What kind of chicken is this made of?"

"To be honest, young master, this is my secret, but since you asked, of course there's no problem. It's just a common wild chicken," Daenerys said in a low voice.

Simmons and Lancer were stunned. Of course they wouldn't eat this kind of thing, because it had no taste, a bad texture, and was extremely unpalatable. How could it taste like this?

The two took a few more bites and found it very appetizing, really delicious, and with a smooth and tender texture. How did they manage to do that?

It looked like an ordinary stir-fry dish with some strange bits of meat, but it smelled incredibly delicious. Simmons and Lancer took a bite and found it really was fragrant and had a great texture.

Simmons and Lancer quickly devoured the food. Of course, the two had eaten all sorts of delicacies, but this was indeed unique, and they had a knack for turning the ordinary into something extraordinary. "Call your chef out."

Lancer laughed, "Look where they came from, to have such ideas and skills."

Simmons nodded. "If it's convenient, please ask him to come out and have a chat."

He was in a good mood after the meal. For nobles, material things don't really matter much, but they are still satisfied emotionally and curiously.

"Young Master, you're too kind. Please wait a moment. This is an honor he has earned through eight lifetimes!" Daenerys knew she was about to climb the social ladder. Once she had a portrait of the eagle-like young master Simmons framed and hung up, she didn't believe the Red and White Society would dare to cause trouble again. So she had to serve him well no matter what.

Daenerys rushed into the kitchen, "Simone, Simone, come quick, come with me. A distinguished guest wants to see you. Let me tell you, this is a real VIP, the eagle-like young master Simmons. He's the boss in St. George's. Remember to be respectful and polite. If anything goes wrong, I'll take you down with me!"

Li Xin was taken aback. "Simmons?"

Daenerys was startled and smacked Li Xin on the forehead. "You want to die? You want to die? How dare you yell like that? If you want to talk about the eagle-like young master Simmons, come on, tell me. The eagle-like young master Simmons, if you're going to say it with feeling, that's a nobleman. One word from him can make us nowhere to live. You better use your brain. If you can't speak properly, then don't say anything. Just answer my questions!"

Li Xin nodded. "It can't be such a coincidence, can it?"

Simmons and Lancer chatted over tea. Although the conditions at the Church Academy were good, they were still different from those at the Royal Knight Academy. After all, the Church emphasized sharing joy with the people. Simmons and Lancer did not have much of the arrogance of nobles, nor did they care about the opinions of those around them. Of course, most people were very self-aware and did not want to upset Simmons.

"Young Master, he's here, Li Xin, quickly greet him!" Dragon Mother gave Li Xin a push with a smile.

Li Xin finally saw it clearly. After searching high and low, he looked at Simmons with a half-smile and said, "Young Master Simmons, who is as majestic as an eagle, hello, we meet again."

Simmons' spoon stopped in mid-air as he looked at the strange yet familiar face. At that moment, Simmons' mind was buzzing. Who am I? Where am I?

(End of this chapter)