Final Lord

Chapter 109 Promise and Weight

Let's not even talk about whether Viscount Hank would send enough troops to destroy me from afar to attack me. Even if he went through so many semi-chaotic areas regardless of the cost, the worst that could happen is that I could just take the fire and dive into the ice world.

If he dares to come in, he will die. If he doesn't dare to come in and blocks the door, he will still die when my ice barrier army is fully developed. Why should I be afraid of rebellion?

"Oh! Bro, you're so mean!"

"This is called making the best use of everything."

Wei Yi thought for a moment and asked, "What if they really completed the mission brilliantly?"

"King, you must be magnanimous." Wang Bufu said calmly, "Even if they are accomplices in the old man's murder. As long as they show enough loyalty and value, I can forgive them."

Wei Yi shuddered and looked at Wang Bufu as if he was looking at a monster.

"Brother, you're so good. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to forgive you."

"So you can't be king yet." The king said indifferently:
"He who seeks revenge for every slight is not a true king. He who can do what others cannot, and endure what others cannot endure, is a true king."

Soon, seven Crowmen were brought in by Ruth. Wang Bufu checked their attribute panels and dismissed the two who couldn't see all the information, replacing them with two others with complete attribute panels.

Then Wang Bufu gave them the task and encouraged them.

Seven crows flew out of the window, carrying the future of their tribe, towards the Shackle Collar.

Wang Bufu retracted his gaze, stood up, and said, "Follow me, we have something very important to do."

"Ok?"

……

Gruling, Central Street.

The setting sun dyed the faded "Palu Chicken" sign of the roast chicken shop into a honey color, and the lingering aroma of star anise overflowing from the crack of the door lingered on Wang Bufu's cuffs.

Wei Yi knocked on the door knocker three times with the hilt of her sword, startling the swifts nesting under the eaves. The down feathers that fell from the chicks' wings as they flapped their wings floated into the half-open ventilation window.

"Brother, still no one agreed."

"Knock again."

"Don't knock," an old woman carrying a basket stopped and sighed, "My young lord, the wife of the young man Palu was captured by Lincoln.

He has been living in the Acorn Tavern for the past two weeks, holding a bottle of wine and talking nonsense.

She bent down to pick up the dried bouquet by the doorstep, and a few petals of dried goldenrod leaked out from the wrapping paper.

"What a wonderful couple! They even gave away free roast chickens to the orphanage during last year's Harvest Festival. Good deeds don't always go unrewarded."

Wang Bufu and Wei Yi looked at each other and immediately rushed to the Acorn Tavern.

The copper lamps of the Acorn Tavern cast a warm yellow glow in the twilight. Wang Bufu's action of pushing open the oak door startled the man curled up behind the wine barrel.

It's not a busy time for the pub yet, and he is the only one in the shop besides the owner.

Palu, the owner of the roast chicken shop, raised a half-empty bottle with drunken eyes, and amber liquid slid down the glass bottle.

Wang Bufu walked up to Palu and asked, "Are you the owner of Palu's Roast Chicken Shop?"

"Buying roast chicken? No, no, I still have some money. If I run out of money, I'll sell it later."

Palu refused with a wave of his hand.

"I'm not looking to buy a roast chicken. I'm looking to buy your roast chicken shop and your roast chicken recipe."

"The roast chicken shop is closed. If it were to sell, I'd have nowhere to live. Do you want the recipe?" He drunkenly fumbled for a charcoal pencil, tore off a napkin at random, and wrote down the spice ratios on the napkin with trembling fingers. "The recipe is expensive. Let me think, three hundred gold coins... no, one hundred is enough... enough for me to drink for a month."

I originally made money so that my wife could have a good life. Since my wife is gone now, why should I keep this formula secret?

The king, unwilling to accept his defeat, untied the hidden pocket of his cloak, counted out five hundred gold coins, and piled them in his palm. As the coins jingled into Palu's palm, two tears fell onto the wheat-ear pattern embossed on the coins.

"Five hundred gold coins?" Palu asked doubtfully, "So much?"

"I want your roast chicken shop too. The territory is moving soon, and once we get to the new location, I'll give you another shop in exchange. The extra four hundred gold coins are compensation, and also the cost of buying new kitchenware."

"Give me a store? How can you be so arrogant? Do you think you are the lord of Gru Territory?" Palu opened his drunken eyes and finally saw the king's dissatisfied look.

His hand shook and the gold coin almost fell to the ground.

"Master! Master, you're back?!"

"Yes, I'm back. Lincoln is dead. Now I'm the overlord."

A glimmer of hope appeared in Palu's eyes.

"What about Elise? Master, where is my wife Elise?"

Wang Bufu showed a regretful expression on his face: "Sorry, I am also investigating this matter.

In addition to your wife, there are many people captured by Lincoln whose whereabouts are still unknown.

Don't worry, my people will definitely help you find clues as soon as possible."

Palu's expression fell again, but no longer as lifeless.

"I really want to buy your store. If you think it's not enough, I can add more."

Palu clenched the gold coins in his hand and said quickly, "Enough, enough. The young master is still the best. If it were Lincoln, he would just grab whatever he wanted. Only the young master and the old master treat us as human beings.

Elise... Master, if you know the whereabouts of Elise, you must tell me. I am willing to do anything to save Elise."

Palu thought for a moment, put the gold coins back on the table, and said excitedly, "My Lord, how about this? I don't want any gold coins. As long as you promise to help me find Iris, my recipe and store will be given to you for free."

"No." The king pushed the gold coin back in disbelief. "Retrieving Ilis is my duty as a lord. Your request has nothing to do with it."

I will do my best whether you ask me or not.

But in this world, not everything will have good results if you work hard, do you understand?

The store and the recipe are just a transaction. Let’s keep it that way.”

"I... understand." Palu lowered his head, looking lonely.

Wang Bufu took the bottle from his hand and said softly, "Live a good life. Whether it's for yourself or for Iris.

If Elise comes back and sees you like this, she won't be happy."

"Well, thank you, Lord." Palu clenched his fists, and his expression seemed no longer so dead.

……

"Brother, won't you tell him where Elise is?" Weiyi couldn't help but ask on the way back, the evening breeze blowing her hair. "Haven't you already guessed it?"

Wang Bufu looked at the last ray of sunset light on the horizon and said quietly:

“People whose fear is exploited will not die, but will suffer a mental breakdown and become insane, and their lifespan will be greatly shortened.

Let's wait for news from the crow. If there's a chance to save my people before it's too late, I won't give up.

But if it's too late, it's better not to give him hope than to give him hope and then disappoint him.

This is also the reason why I didn't dare to promise him that I would find Ilis.

To them, I am the one in a higher position. The promises of a higher position must have weight, because they will weigh on them.

(End of this chapter)