Bab 739: Chapter 2, Competition Is Everywhere

With the departure of the old man, the atmosphere grew especially somber.

A middle-aged man called out, "Lord Siss, wait."

A mocking voice sounded, "Stop calling, he's Nobility, unlike us. Don't block his road to wealth and honor."

As if afraid the older man hadn't heard, he deliberately raised his voice.

The middle-aged man scolded, "Fickel, shut your mouth! Lord Siss isn't that sort of person.

When the Russians were arresting guerrillas not long ago, it was Lord Siss who stepped in and resolved the issue, otherwise, we'd have been in a sorry state."

"Exactly, Lord Siss is a good man. When my son fell ill a year ago, it was he who found a doctor to help."

"Fickel, I remember you being unscrupulous and getting a lesson from Lord Siss, you are..."

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It was evident that Old Siss still had a respectable reputation in the town, and the young man Fickel's comments were quickly drowned out by the chorus of rebukes.