Chapter 226 - Obsession
Blackjack felt the world around him spin around. Before he had even realized what just happened, he was sent away from the shop by a mighty kick and stumbled onto the ground outside like a barrel.
“Boss!” Fosah and Laffitte caught up to him and pretended to be worrying over his well-being.
Blackjack pushed them away and struggled to get up.
“It’s Master Prome!” Fosah pointed at a man at the shop’s door and yelled out.
Blackjack looked up. Prome was now standing on the stairs with Dave behind him. His target, Angor, was leaning on the doorframe and looking at him with a cold look.
“I didn’t mean to trouble you, Master Prome,” said Blackjack once he regained his posture in front of Prome. “I’m looking for HIM!” He pointed at Angor and gave everyone a furious look.
“Who you’re looking for is not my business. You dare start a fight in my shop, and right in front of me?! Did you lose your mind bullying weaklings in Sky Tower? Or did you forget what death means?” Prome did not care about Blackjack’s excuse. Blackjack attacked someone in the shop right under his nose, which was enough to make him angry. Angor’s special identity was just an additional reason.
When Prome also disappeared into the shop, Fosah finally spoke out, “Should we go to Twilight Well, boss? Maybe the auction’s already started.”
Blackjack stared at the three figures in the shop and fixed his gaze on Angor in the end. His clenched his fists so hard that the blood veins on his wrist looked about to burst.
“Let’s head back. We’ll come for the blade next week.”
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Under the dim yellow light in the shop, Prome presented a bottle of wine he had been keeping and placed it on an exquisite table made of fine lumber.
“Exotic merchandise bought from Shampoo Coast. This is the best of sweet wines. It is said to be made from fresh grapes carefully tasted by the hottest maidens, crushed by the most innocent virgins, who bathed their perfect feet in morning dews. The liquid was then fermented by wine masters and added with Moonshine Grass powder, which helps smoothen your blood flow.”
Angor looked at the wine glass, which aroused his childhood memories. Wines produced by Padt Manor used to be popular among nobles in Waterford for a time. They used to tell people that the most fragrant wines were made by innocent virgins, while the most aromatic ones were made by beautiful housewives.
He wondered if the nobles would cough up all their complaints stored over many years if they learned that there were only fat or muscular dudes who crushed the grapes under their smelly feet.
“Thank you, but no,” said Angor. When he saw Prome’s embarrassed expression, he quickly added, “My teacher said that I should not try alcohol before turning 18. It’s bad for brain development.”
Angor was referring to Jon, but Prome thought the boy was talking about Sunders, and he really doubted whether that gentleman could say something so straightforward. Still, Prome put his wine away and accepted Angor’s decision.
“Let’s have some tea then. I have some high-quality red tea I found in the tea farm in Midnight Sovereign.”
“No need, really. I came here today to say thanks. I would already be a corpse now if you didn’t save me after that match.”
Angor described his match against Parasite Queen. Even Prome was intrigued by the story a little.
“So Parasite Queen could invade someone’s soul? I’d admit it. I wouldn’t have expected that if I was the one fighting her,” Prome exclaimed.
Dave nodded along. “If we tell everyone how Parasite Queen really looks like, maybe her fans won’t keep ruining your name as badly.”
“It doesn’t matter. Apart from you and Master Prome, not many people know who I am.” Angor was optimistic enough. “Oh, by the way, tomorrow should be my last day in Sky Tower. When I’m done, I’ll have time to work on the alchemy weapon with Master Prome,” said Angor. He turned to look at Prome and asked, “Can you tell me about the weapon you’re making, sir? Such as what kind of properties you need on it?”