As Eddison and George stared daggers at each other, the rest of us glanced at each other with a worried look in our eyes. Unlike the previous two villages, this situation didn’t look like it would resolve itself.
That meat sack Moranthal inexplicably came onto us after some persuasion. That drunkard Io came on board after a good thrashing. Yet why did things become so complicated when it came to dealing with this damned fatty? I guess it came down to the fact that we didn’t have a grasp of his weakness.
Sh*t, if this negotiation fails, we’ll lose the aid of a three-star and at least a hundred men…looks like it’s time for me to make an appearance.
With a light cough, I gathered the attention of everyone present and poised my question: “Ahem, about that, I heard that Master Eddison was robbed by the Wolf’s Fang a while ago while doing business. May I know if that’s true?”
“Hmm? You are?”
Looks like George didn’t do us the favor of an introduction. Seeing his questioning gaze, Ancarin stepped forth to fulfill George’s duty of introducing us: “Greetings Mister Eddison, this is my professor, Magister Mo Ke. As for me, I’m Ancarin, an apprentice mage. We are a pair of travelling mages who, due to a misunderstanding, ended up offending the Wolf’s Fang.”
“Misunderstanding? You mean those trained wolves?” The fatty nodded his head while giving Ancarin an admiring look. “Those beasts are ignorant to have attacked a beautiful mage such as yourself. Truly deplorable.”
“Hahah, beautiful, you’re too kind Mister Eddison.” She gave an obligatory response to his praise before steering the conversation back on track.
“It’s precisely because of this misunderstanding that we offended those despicable bandits. Not only that, we ended up implicating Plateau Village as well. This matter has caused us a great deal of guilt which is why we decided to stand against the Wolf’s Fang. We hope that you’ll aid us in this noble endeavor and help us overcome this obstacle.”
Her words were soft and gentle with an alluring undertone you would expect from a typical seduction ploy. The fatty’s body jiggled slightly in excitement from her advances, yet this still wasn’t enough to change his mind. “I’m terribly sorry. Normally I would make it my duty to accept any request from a beauty such as yourself, however, I do not possess the strength required to fulfill this request.”
“You really can’t help us?”
Ancarin gave a pitiful pout as she said that in a pleading voice. Even so, the fatty didn’t bite. “I’m sorry but I truly do not possess the strength to do so.”
You damned tub of lard, why are you so damned obstinate about this. If you are truly that weak, why the hell would George even bother looking for you?
Yet with all that cursing, the problem still remained that he wasn’t being cooperative. It’s not like we could force him to help us with a knife to his neck either.
In the midst of their conversation, that beautiful lady came back once more with a platter of piping hot food in her hands. Laid out on the tray was bread, soup, vegetables and also some grilled meat.
“I’m aware that this must’ve been an arduous trip for all of you especially given the timing. I’m sure none of you had the time for a proper meal while rushing here.” Eddison smiled at the girl’s arrival and nodded in her direction. “Is the fish ready?”
Lady: “It’s almost done, Master.”
“Mhm, once the fish is ready, prepare some mashed potatoes as well.”
“Understood Master.” She lowered her head in response and left for the kitchen.
Master? This fatty seems to be pretty well off…
Mhm, this hall’s pretty well decorated, from the looks of it, it must’ve cost him a pretty penny. So…Io got into a blood feud with the Wolf’s Fang because they murdered his father….while Moranthal’s grudge was because of his slutty ex-fiancee. As for this tub of lard, he was robbed while running a caravan…this hall though…why does it seem so different from the homes of the other village chiefs? I guess he pays more attention to his lifestyle?
Mhm, let’s go with that, after all this fatty’s furniture seems to be on the expensive side, or at least they’re more expensive than those of the other three chiefs. Just from a glance, one could tell that the furniture in the homes of the other chiefs were all made from their village’s carpenters; they were slightly rough around the edges, but the emphasis was put on durability instead during construction.
In comparison, the fatty’s furniture were more ornate. Seeing as he was a merchant, he must’ve purchased them from the city.
That beautiful lady just now must’ve been his maid. While she wasn’t wearing a maid’s costume, there weren’t that many women who would call a man master. She’s either a servant or his wife, but given her aloofness, it was probably the former.
In order to maintain this lifestyle it must’ve cost him a fortune, and that was probably why he does those trade runs. If that’s the case, shouldn’t this man be very particular about his money? After all, trade runs weren’t allowed by the bandits and ran the risk of him getting beat up. Also, the fact that he could even transport the goods meant that he had horses…didn’t those bandits confiscate all the horses? He must’ve kept a hidden stable somewhere.
When he was robbed, I’m sure he put up a fight and yet he was merely beaten up and instead of murdered. That means he didn’t go all out then…so we’re dealing with a money-grubbing fatty that was afraid of dying.
Alright, enough analyzing for now. I might’ve messed up somewhere along the way but for the most part, I had just the right plan for such a fellow.
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