The bard fantasized again.

Chapter 111 Can We Reconcile? (Please Subscribe!)

"Of course I'm threatening you."

Mel, naturally, wasn't going to show any enthusiasm after being rejected.

From the initial sarcasm to the current rejection, it all proves that this poet has never taken me seriously.

He is not a violent or belligerent person, but he doesn't mind using some extreme methods.

The law does not favor the nobility.

However, they will favor money.

He held lavish balls every week and showered the invited nobles with money, not because he was a spendthrift and had too many gold coins to spend.

Instead, he hoped that these powerful figures holding important positions in Longjin City would not make things difficult for themselves over trivial matters.

For example, killing an insignificant outsider.

He had only recently arrived at Longwei Pass and hadn't even paid his taxes yet.

And Melard understood his father's thoughts—

Since there's no way to shut the bards up with money.

Then the only option is to use force to tear his mouth apart.

This inevitably worried him:
"Father, please don't..."

"Shut up, child."

Seeing his good-for-nothing son still harboring such naive thoughts, worrying about the life and death of an outsider, Mel's tone became stern.
"Stop your unnecessary pity and open your eyes wide to look carefully!"

He snorted coldly, as if issuing a command.

The guards who had silently surrounded the area had already drawn their swords.

A chilling glint was reflected on the sharp blade—

"Your father will personally teach you a lesson."

So you'll see what decisiveness from the head of the household really means!

……

"Can we reconcile?"

Looking at the mercenaries who had been stopped by the dawn and were now lying sprawled on the ground, Mel said decisively.

Damn!

He simply assumed that the bard was only protected by the dwarf warrior, Shattered Stone.

Although these six mercenaries were individually inferior to the dwarves, they were all veterans carefully selected from the [Dragon Riders].

He is a formidable character capable of challenging even seasoned adventurers.

Moreover, before arriving at Dragon Tail Pass, he specially added physical protection to the legs and knees of these mercenaries!

Even gravel should feel powerless against this level of ganging up!

So when he saw that the dwarf was not around, he was actually as confident as if he had an ant in his palm.

But only a few minutes have passed?

It's not even the length of a song—

He remembered the bard's song vividly because it suddenly stopped after all six mercenaries had fallen.

In such a short time, those mercenaries who should have put his mind at ease were all knocked to the ground by this warrior in plain plate armor, wielding a rusty broken sword!

Where did he hire these thugs?!

Why haven't you mentioned this person to me before?

Mel turned her questioning gaze to her son and whispered something.

Melard fidgeted with the hem of his shirt and answered somewhat innocently:
“Father, I originally wanted to remind you.”

But you insisted on giving me a lesson—

Actually, you don't need to teach me how to surrender; I'm very good at it.

"Shut up!"

Mel quickly put on a friendly smile, nervously rubbing his hands together, and looked at Tang Qi.
"He truly deserves to be called a hero who brought my son back safely!"

Please don't be offended by my humble probing; I simply wanted to witness your prowess.

Upon hearing his praise, Tang Qi quickly pressed down on Chenxi's helmet to prevent the triumphant black mist from blowing her 'head' off.

Lord Mel may be arrogant enough, but someone without vision cannot run a family winery successfully.

So he hurriedly took out the 300 gold coins intended as the buyout fee and, through Melard, presented them to Tang Qi:
"Haha, it's just a small apology."

At this point, the importance of 'noble' status becomes apparent.

Either go all the way or leave yourself an out.

As long as Tang Qi intends to remain in Longjin City, he is unlikely to actually kill Mel.
"Just a bag of gold coins?"

Seeing that the other party was unwilling to give up, Mel couldn't help but grit his teeth and say:
"Before you stick out your greedy tongue, think about whether it will burst your stomach—this is Dragon Gold City, what can you do to me?"

"We'll kill you, then pack our bags and run away. No one can stop us anytime soon."

Tang Qi answered matter-of-factly.
“I can go to Black Reef Harbor, or even cross the ocean and return to the Terran Empire. Do you think the Dragon Gold City's arrest warrant could have any impact on the other side of the continent?”

"Damn it, what else do you want?"

"Twenty barrels of Xingmei wine, no need for high-quality aged wine, the cheapest one will do. This is obviously not a problem for someone who owns a winery."

Actually, Don Qi was more interested in the 'promotion channels' that Mel had mentioned earlier.

However, given that their relationship had already soured, he didn't have the courage to cooperate with them.

Then we can only discuss things that are readily available and more realistic.

"Because of the orcs' influence, it's uncertain how long it will take for production to resume. You have no idea how much impact 20 barrels of plum wine will have on future supplies..."

"20 barrels."

"A maximum of 10 barrels—"

"Transaction completed. How do I pick up the goods?"

Tang Qi did not want to waste too much time on this matter.

You could also use the "friendship spell" to persuade him to agree, but that would make Mel realize he's been affected by magic, thus preventing the entire deal from being recognized by Dragon Gold City—the court has plenty of ways to uncover the truth.

Even a deep breath from Mel would produce a loud "humming" sound due to his obesity. But he still obediently took out paper and pen, wrote down an IOU, and stamped it with the family seal:
"Take this to my winery, and I'll have the manager redeem it for you."

Since the whole matter took an unexpected turn due to his misjudgment.

Then you can only hold your nose and accept the consequences.

Tang Qi took the note from Melard and set it aside for the time being:
"It's a pity. If you had said earlier that you were here to give money, I wouldn't have treated you so rudely in the first place."

Oh, and don't forget to pay for the damage to the hotel.

Surely a generous gentleman like yourself wouldn't be stingy with a few gold coins?

Mel's "humming" grew even heavier, and a surge of pent-up blood in his lungs nearly gushed from his throat—

Why is it that this foul-mouthed poet can make him so angry that he turns red in the face as soon as he opens his mouth?!
Shouldn't a bard's mouth be one of flattery and pandering?
He wanted to say something harsh, but he was even more afraid that after he said it, Tang Qi would change his mind and not let him go.

After stomping her foot angrily, she took off one of her bracelets and threw it to Tang Qi as compensation. Then she couldn't help but look at Chen Xi, who stood by his side like a loyal dog.

"Hey, how much did he pay you to hire you? I'd pay ten times that."

Chenxi asked in confusion:
"Can you inscribe ten glories for me on the Stone of Oblivion?"

"what?"

For a moment, Mel even doubted that the other person was speaking Common Tongue.

But he quickly realized that this was a way of expressing rejection.

He couldn't help but reiterate:
"I'm very rich!"

Tang Qi didn't mind the other party's blatant poaching.

He simply pointed to the mercenaries lying on the ground and slowly began to speak:
"Anything that can be bought with money is not valuable enough."

You can buy others' agreement with money, but have you ever truly bought their respect?

"Damn it, shut up!"

Mel felt a burning pain in her cheeks, as if they were being scorched by fire.

He was unwilling to waste any more words, nor did he care about the mercenaries lying on the ground, their fates unknown.

He hurriedly picked up his precious and heavy outer robe, as if he were picking up his last remaining dignity, and returned to the carriage parked outside the door.

Melard quickly followed, not daring to even look back.

For some reason, he seemed somewhat afraid of Tang Qi's gaze—

What's even more frightening is that Tang Qi might think that everything he's done today actually represents his own attitude.

As the carriage turned around and headed towards Long Jincheng, he couldn't help but look at his father, whose face was ashen.
"About Xingmei Town..."

"Write it, you must write it!"

When I get home, I'll hire a famous writer to vividly describe your experience and even spread it around!
I want to see how his book, with the help of promotional channels, can outsell ours!

Melard hesitated and said:

"Father, perhaps we should just forget about it?"
Based on my observations over the past few days, going against Tang Qi will not end well…

I remember when I was in Xingmei Town, I had just arrested Tang Qi that morning.

That night, they ran into an orc tribe.

Just as she was thinking of abandoning Xingmei Town, she tripped and fell on the muddy ground again.

Instead, he listened to Tang Qi and led them to the temple, eliminating the threat of the necromancer and giving him a sense of recognition.

So much so that he had long since given up the idea of ​​opposing Tang Qi.

But Mel, in his anger, was unlikely to listen to his advice.
"Shut up! You're my heir, how can you say such discouraging things!?"

Hearing his father's scolding, Merard couldn't help but mutter under his breath:

"You surrendered faster than anyone else..."

"What did you say!?"

Seeing his father becoming increasingly agitated, Melard instinctively wanted to back down and remained silent.

But then he remembered that Tang Qi had clearly been sarcastic, yet he had given them room for equal dialogue.

Perhaps, his father preferred to hear others ridicule him?

A fleeting thought gave the timid little white pig its first impulse to rebel.

So, he imitated Tang Qi's tone and said:
"A nobleman should be a dignified person who speaks politely, is knowledgeable, and knows etiquette, not a wild boar that roars like a wild boar the moment he opens his mouth!"

"..."

In an instant, Merad found that the roar in his ear had disappeared.

This surprised and delighted him.

It actually works!
So when he thought he had mastered the 'skills of communication' and smugly looked up at his father...

He suddenly realized that his father didn't seem to have given him an equal opportunity to talk.

Instead, he kept groping around his waist:
"Oh shit--

"Where's my belt? Where's my belt?"

The next moment, a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, echoed from the sluggish carriage—

"Help!!!"

Once the carriage came to a stop at the Barry mansion, Mel opened the carriage door and tightened his belt again.

"But that brat is right, he is, after all, a lump of 'mud that can't be plastered on the wall'."

If we were to let that bard spread the truth, we would be the ones who lose face.

"Let's not publish this brat's book..."

The whipping along the way quelled the anger that Mel had been holding back.

This also gave the nobleman time to think rationally:

"But this matter absolutely cannot be left like this—"

That damn poet, wasn't he trying to publish an adventure story?
Isn't it said that 'money can't buy everything'?

Once I've bribed all the publishers, I'll see how he manages to publish his own biography!
Hmph!

(End of this chapter)