章節 278: Misfortune divertion
Caesar wasn't just a simple gangster leader. Essentially, he was also a noble. Although not many nobles were willing to associate with him, he did have a noble document from the Hollevin Kingdom to prove it.
However, his background was too shallow, and his looks and temperament were still at the level of a gangster. Thus, he was in a very awkward position in the city. In the eyes of ordinary people, he was a big noble, but in the eyes of other nobles, he was a gangster. Even if he had a noble document, he was still a gangster.
As for Beta, although he didn't have any documents, because of the Divine Nobility profession, people would "know" that he was a noble just by standing there. Others would at most consider which family had taught him a talent, but not whether he was a noble or not.
The more someone cared about certain things, the more sensitive they were. Although Caesar was a noble, no one treated him as one. Thus, he cared a lot about this.
When nobles talked about business, they first cared about status. When Caesar discussed business with other nobles, they never came personally. They just sent a butler over to finish the discussion. If it was a big noble who was much stronger than him, he had nothing to say. But some weak and small nobles who weren't even as strong as him also acted like this, making him so angry that he stomped his feet.
However, he didn't dare to say anything to real nobles. After all, he knew how difficult it was for a new small noble to integrate into the local noble circle. Thus, he didn't dare to have any temper and could only endure it.
He didn't expect a mercenary to come today and say that he wanted to talk to him on behalf of a church he had never heard of.
He didn't dare to deal with the local nobles, but he couldn't beat up a man from the slums!
Unfortunately, Zorro, who ran into the muzzle of the gun, had his hands and feet broken by Caesar.
Caesar didn't expect that right after he beat up the person, the other party's master would come to him. He was different from the idiot who didn't have good eyesight and was turned into ashes by Shirley's magic. He could see that these two people in front of him were going to be rich.
He had seen a lot of nobles, but not many could make these two people in front of him look so noble.
"Zorro doesn't deserve to discuss matters with me." Caesar was a little uncertain, but his tone was very firm. This was a habit he had when he was young. "But since you're here, this matter can be discussed."
When Beta heard this, he laughed, "You cut off my source of stone and severely injured my men. You're actually saying that there's room for discussion? I'm curious, why did you injure Zorro? "
Caesar snorted. "He's just a dog from the slums. What right does he have to talk business with me?"
"Just because of his low status?" Beta's tone was slightly raised.
Those who were familiar with him would know that although his tone sounded normal, he was actually a little angry.
However, Caesar didn't notice. He said proudly, "I'm a noble after all. If I want to talk, I have to talk to you. Who did he think he was? He dares to run in front of me and talk nonsense. "
"I see." Beta nodded. "I understand what you mean, but I'll also tell you what we think. As for you, go apologize to Zorro first, then give him some compensation. Then, let me have the stone business. I can pretend that nothing happened. "
Caesar was stunned for a while and then became angry. "Sir, are you kidding me? You want me to apologize to a poor man?"
"Maybe he was a poor man a few days ago." Beta clapped his hands and smiled. "But now, he's a management talent hired by the Church of Wealth. If you beat him up, how will other people look at the Church of Wealth? Although the Church of Wealth's philosophy is to be kind to others, but we will not be bullied by others. "
Caesar quietly reached down with his right hand and grabbed a round handle under the table. It was a hidden sword hidden under the table. It was very sharp.
After holding the weapon, he said unyieldingly, "That's impossible."
Beta glanced at him as if he was looking at an idiot. "Are you sure?"
"Heh, very sure."
At this point, Beta didn't want to say anything more. He stood up and said, "Shirley, capture him."
"No problem, my cute master."
A faint smile appeared on Shirley's face.
At this moment, Caesar suddenly jumped up. A sharp weapon that looked like a recurved knife appeared in his hand. A cold light flashed across the knife. Caesar roared in anger and poured all his strength into the knife, chopping down at Beta's head.
Pointing a knife at each other at the slightest disagreement was a clear characteristic of people involved in the underworld. Caesar dared to fight and kill, but his own strength wasn't that great. He was barely stronger than Zorro, but compared to Beta and Shirley, he was far from it.
Shirley stretched out her palm and pressed forward. A formless energy distorted the air and flew towards Caesar. As if he had been hit by a huge iron chariot, Caesar was stuck to the wall and slowly slid down after spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The huge impact caused a large dent in the wall.
Caesar didn't die … He spat out blood from time to time and looked at Shirley in fear. He knew that the two people in front of him were very strong, but he didn't expect the gap between them to be so great. This woman looked as beautiful as a goddess, but he didn't expect her strength to be so terrifying.
Beta walked forward and half-squatted in front of Caesar. He smiled and said, "You actually dared to attack. It seems that things aren't so simple. Who's behind you? "
Caesar's eyes flashed. "What do you mean?"
"You shouldn't be in the upper echelons of the nobility." Beta said calmly, "Someone who isn't in the upper echelons, no matter how sensitive or how much pride they have, wouldn't dare to attack a temple, even if it's just a small temple. Unless there's a big shot standing behind you, a big shot who dares to oppose the believers of a god. "
Caesar didn't say anything. He just smiled coldly at Beta, breathing heavily.
At this time, two people rushed in from outside. They were strong and agile, but they were still sent flying by Shirley's palm.
Beta looked back and then continued, "This big shot must be related to a certain temple … Guards of such strength shouldn't be something you can afford. And they have the aura of believers on them. "
Caesar's expression changed.
"It seems that I guessed right." Beta's face was a little proud. "Can you tell me this person's name?"
Caesar wanted to say something but hesitated.
Beta said with some nostalgia, "Maybe that person has something on you, so you don't dare to say his name. But I'm not a good person. At your age, you should have a wife and daughter. I don't know if they're beautiful. If they are, I can play with them. If they aren't, I think there are plenty of people in the slums who are willing to help you make your wife and daughter happy. "
His gloomy voice, coupled with his cold expression, made Beta look like an evil villain.
Finally, Betta was nervous. He thought for a moment and said a name with difficulty, "Claude Hamilton. He told me to make trouble for you. "
"Why?"
Caesar shook his head. "I don't know. He just told me that as long as I did my job well, he would take me to see the city lord and formally introduce me to the circle of nobles in Bronze Drum City."
Betta nodded and said, "We're going to meet Claude Hamilton next. You should know what you should do. "
Caesar nodded vigorously. "I know. I will apologize to Zorro and compensate him ten gold coins."
As he said this, Caesar had a pained expression on his face. Apologizing was not a big deal to him. Back when he was still on the streets, crawling into people's pants was a very common thing. He was just feeling sorry for his gold coins. Ten gold coins was not much to those nobles with a foundation, but to a new noble like him, it was almost a tenth of his circulating funds.
"Very good."
Beta nodded, then stood up and left. Shirley immediately followed behind him.
Seeing these two fiends leave, Caesar spat out the last mouthful of blood in his chest and stood up unsteadily. He shouted a few times, but no one came in. Then, he walked outside and found that apart from the two people Shirley had knocked down, there was no one else.
Caesar thought about it carefully and understood what was going on. His family soldiers were all hoodlums who used to hang out with him on the streets. These people bullied the weak and feared the strong. It would be strange if they did not flee when encountering enemies who were much stronger than them.
Caesar spat out a mouthful of blood and scolded angrily, "Fight, fight, you big shots fight to the death. It's best if you all die together. Claude, that bastard, actually dared to lie to me, saying that they were weak nobles who were easy to deal with. These two are clearly moving calamities. "
He staggered back to his room and opened a secret room. Inside were two women, one big and one small. They were his wife and daughter.
"They left, right?" The woman asked. She looked very ordinary, but her eyes were very spirited. "You were actually injured. It seems that my prediction was wrong."
"Generally speaking, nothing has changed."
Caesar sat down, and the little girl immediately ran over and called him daddy sweetly. Then, she gently patted his back. She looked very cute and filial.
"They've already gone to find Claude." Caesar laughed. "Leah, you're really amazing. You actually guessed all of their actions. If they successfully fight, then our lives will be much better in the future. At least, we won't have to live looking at Claude every day. "
The woman smiled gently. "Claude might die."
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