The Disqualified Young Master Will Not Bow to the Villainous Female Lead

But no matter how she manages her own business, it’s better not to get involved.

Farot was about to leave, but Fantine seemed to sense that someone was looking at her, so she looked over at him first.

Grass......

Fantine noticed herself.

A glimmer of hope subtly appeared in those dim eyes, and he looked at Faro as if asking for help.

Farlow: ...

There's nothing we can do. After all, they are still colleagues. If they weren't seen, then it wouldn't matter. But if they were seen and they walked away, it would be really disrespectful.

Farlow had no choice but to walk towards her.

"what happened to you?"

Faro asked, frowning.

"I came here to eat, but I lost my wallet... Can you lend me some money? I'll pay you back when I get back."

Chapter 45 The protagonist will never be a slave! Unless food and lodging are provided

"what?"

"Just because of this?"

Faro's eyes were full of disbelief.

Fantine lowered her head in embarrassment, then raised it again stubbornly, but her eyes kept dodging.

"I heard from Aventador that there were demons here, so I rushed to report to the Einburgh Council. Maybe I left too hastily... and I lost my wallet."

Farlow looked like an old man on the subway looking at his phone.

"No... I mean, you're a hunter, and eating on credit isn't a big deal. I remember it was written in the hunter's manual that you can temporarily requisition general supplies, right?"

He really didn't expect it.

A night hunter.

Nobles are supposed to be courteous to each other, so how could Fantine be so unrefined, being ridiculed by the front desk clerk because she had no money to pay for her meal?

"Where's your platinum badge?"

"Why don't we just take it out and let them see it?"

Speaking of the platinum badge, Fantine blushed even more. She finally took a breath and stammered:

"I also lost my badge in Aventador...Time is running out and the new badge has not been issued yet..."

"I caught the thief who stole my badge. He said he had resold it to Einburg. I came here to get the badge back..."

Faro: “….”

You don't have to look for it.

The badge is in my house.

Faro's face was filled with black lines.

Why does this kid look like he's not very smart? Can he really take on the role of the protagonist?

"So...can you lend me some money first? I'll return it to you when I get a commission."

After all, Fantine knew that one should be grateful to the person who gave him the favor, so she kept a low profile and her attitude was many times better than before.

Seeing this, Faro didn't make it too difficult for her and just winked at the front desk.

He didn't even need to say anything, because the receptionist had already realized that Fantine was not only a friend of the future boss, but also a night hunter, and he now wished he could slap himself in the face a few times.

The aggressive momentum just now disappeared without a trace, and instead he smiled and nodded:

"Miss, I'm so sorry, I was blind and didn't recognize you as Master Farlow's friend."

Seeing this 180-degree change in attitude, Fantine didn't say anything, but the look of shock shifted from Farot's face to hers.

"Therefore, you don't have to pay anything, and I sincerely apologize to you again for my rudeness just now."

The receptionist humbly bowed to her and apologized, showing quite the spirit of a craftsman.

Fantine covered her mouth in disbelief, pointed at Farot, and was so excited that she couldn't speak for a long time:

"you you you...."

“I am the investor of this store…”

Faro reluctantly said the second half of the sentence for her.

!!!

Fantine was greatly agitated.

He is the one who sheltered the witch, and now I owe him a favor. What should I do?

After much thought, Fantine still felt that it would be better to return the money to Farot later... Although this meal cost a lot of money and she would have to take on more commissions to earn extra money, she had to admit that the food was indeed delicious.

She didn't want to owe Falo a favor. After all, he was protecting the villain. Even if she was not a villain, she was half a villain.

"Besides that, every purchase you make here in the future will be free of charge."

The attendant at the front desk continued.

This job is all about observing people's words and expressions. If the boss is trying to pick up girls in front of him, shouldn't he behave well?

When these words came out, Fantine's body shook violently, then she slowly turned her head and asked, "Really?"

"It is absolutely true, ma'am."

These words lingered in Fantine's mind for a long time.

Just because I am considered his friend, I can have such delicious food for free when I come here. This feeling...

It's so cool too!

She immediately decided to accept the favor reluctantly.

You want to ask why?

I can only blame the food here for being so delicious.

"...Thank you...Faro."

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito.

You have to know that Fantine has been running around for so long, killing monsters, aliens and bandits, she is almost getting PTSD. At this time, being able to enjoy a delicious meal is incomparable to anything else.

Although the Night Hunter received a monthly food allowance, she used it all to buy expensive magic materials in order to quickly develop her strength to deal with future villains. She usually ate simple meals, and in extreme cases, she even roasted monster meat in the wild.

There’s nothing I can do, my family is poor!

To her, nothing is more precious than a year-round meal ticket.

What? You're talking about villains?

What villain? Vera and Claire are the villains. Faro is just an unwitting supporting role.

"Um... that means I don't have to pay for the food I ordered, right?"

After getting a positive response from the front desk.

Fantine could not wait to say:

"Can I order a few more? I wasn't full just now."

Grass.

Both Faro and the receptionist had an expression of "How could this hunter be treated like this by you?" on their faces.

Then Fantine ordered a few more dishes and continued to eat.

Faro turned to the front desk and asked:

"When will Viscount Ferdinand arrive?"

"I have already sent someone to notify him. The Viscount will be here soon."

The receptionist lowered her head and answered humbly.

"Is Viscount Ferdinand normal recently? Has he behaved in any unusual way? Or has he been in contact with someone?"

Faro was still concerned about Ferdinand's refusal to acquire the company.

He had inquired about Ferdinand's family situation. It was said that they had encountered an accident during their overseas trade and owed a large sum of money. They needed to sell some properties to make up for the loss.

The two of them had talked before, and the other party was very satisfied with the price offered by Faro and expressed his willingness to sell the restaurant to him.

It can be said that the success of the acquisition is almost a foregone conclusion. Why is he changing his mind now?

Faro couldn't figure it out.

The front desk clerk also held his chin and thought for a long time:

"Now that you mention it, it seems to be true."

"tell me the story."

"The Viscount has not looked well recently and seems very nervous. Another noble has come to see him."

Farrow's eyes suddenly brightened.

"who is it?"

"I think his name is... Will?"

Faro's heart suddenly trembled.

"My dear brother, why do you seem unhappy to hear my name?"

A frivolous and sarcastic voice came from the door.

Faro turned to look, his face darkened, and a hint of coldness flashed across his eyes.

The visitors were Will and Viscount Ferdinand.

The former did not hide the sneer on his face, with a dangerous gleam in his eyes, and put a hand on Ferdinand's shoulder.

Ferdinand seemed very nervous, his body trembling slightly. This middle-aged man in his forties was shivering beside Will.

"What are you doing here?"

Faro said in a deep voice.

"I'm here to discuss business with you, brother."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Will's eyes and eyebrows, and the corners of his lips lifted uncontrollably, revealing an arc with no clear meaning, appearing to be very malicious.

"Viscount Ferdinand doesn't plan to sell this restaurant to you. Of course, I will take over the restaurant for my brother."

Chapter 46: Various Martial Arts, This is Semi-Automatic Firepower

"Viscount Ferdinand, what's going on?"

Farrow frowned and looked at the middle-aged man.

"Haven't we discussed this before? You're willing to sell the restaurant to me. I need an explanation for the current situation."

Ferdinand was sweating profusely, and he stammered:

"Master Faro...I'm sorry, it's not that I don't want to do business with you...I just don't dare to do business with you."

The more Faro listened, the more confused he became.

Don't dare?

Why not?

"Tell me clearly why you don't dare."

Faro asked in a low voice with cold eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey, brother, don't be angry. Look at you like this. Others will definitely be scared by you and dare not do business with you."

That annoying sound came again.