Chapter Twenty-Five: Passing by Again and Seeing Again

  (Cough cough, selling cuteness early in the morning requires votes)

  Against everyone's expectations, the first Viscount Ford to storm out is now sneaking back in with an awkward yet excited grin: "Dear Lin, I think we can talk... uh?"

  No sooner had the words left his lips than he saw Edward also present, and Lord Ford's countenance changed in an instant, choking back what he was going to say next, so that his whole fat face turned bright red.

  At this moment, Edward was stunned and didn't know why, but he suddenly felt that Viscount Ford's gaze at him was like looking at the murderer of his father.

  In fact, it's not just a father-killer, but also a grandfather-killer and great-grandfather-killer. Think about it, when someone risks being ridiculed, abandons their carriage and servants, and sneaks back alone to ask for help, only to suddenly run into an unrelated outsider on the scene - the feeling is simply too humiliating.

  To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that he himself had no combat power, Viscount Ford would have rushed up and strangled Edward to death by now, and after killing him, he would have destroyed his body a hundred times.

  "Wait, what's going on here?" Edward was given the chills as he had just missed the introduction of the new Totem and didn't understand what it meant, only feeling a very bad premonition.

  What's worse, Lin Taiping stood up at this moment, with a apologetic expression and sighed: "Baron, this has nothing to do with me. I've been advising Mr. Edward to leave, but he insisted on staying here. I don't know why."

  What else can it be? It's just to see me make a fool of myself! Viscount Ford was so angry that he swore that if he went back, he would use all his power to make this damned Edward wish he were dead.

  "Is that so? I'm not quite sure." Lin Taiping spread his hands out innocently, but then suddenly smiled and said, "But come to think of it, Viscount, you've returned so suddenly. Could it be that... Ah, yes, you must be here to buy a common Totem Tattoo, right?"

  "Exactly!" Lord Ford subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but after hearing the next sentence, he immediately became spirited and said, "Yes, that's right. Recently I plan to go and eliminate pirates, so I need a rock totem tattoo. There is no problem with the price, you just take care of it."

  "Damn it!" Kristen muttered to herself, but Mr. Cohen, who had just been playing the role of Shanglin's wife, suddenly jumped up with great enthusiasm and rushed over to shake Lord Fort's hand: "Alright, alright, dear Fort, we're old friends now, I'll definitely give you the best price..."

  Before the words had fallen, the creaking sound of the slightly ajar gate came again, and everyone involuntarily turned their heads around.

  Creeping in with the same stealth, Earl Simmons poked his head in and whispered in a hushed tone: "Dear Lin, are you still here? I'm so sorry, I just had something to attend to, I don't know if it's convenient for you now... uh?"

  The next moment, Earl Simmons was also stunned and speechless. He and Viscount Ford stared at each other with wide eyes, as if they had turned into two statues, their faces full of strange expressions, not knowing what to say.

  Fortunately, after a few seconds, Lin Taiping immediately smiled and walked up: "Dear Count Simmons, I think you are also here to buy the Rock Totem, right?"

  "Also?" Earl Simmons paused, looking at Viscount Ford opposite him, and suddenly nodded vigorously, "That's right, that's right, I just happened to be passing by, remembered that the rock totems here in Lin are very good, so I thought... wait, Edward, why are you also here?"

  Very good, very powerful, double the revenge for killing one's father!

  The hapless Edward was on the verge of tears, what injustice, what injustice. Offending people is one thing, but the problem is that he offended them for no reason at all, and couldn't even understand why. Is there anything more unfortunate than this in the world?

  The answer is yes!

  A few seconds later, the door was suddenly pushed open again. The seventy-year-old old marquis strode in with a flying pace, his forehead covered in sweat: "Dear Lin, my time is tight. About that totem you mentioned earlier... uh? Forte? Simmons? And Edward?"

  Nothing more to say, Edward weakly waved his hand: "Marquis, I guess you're also here to book a rock totem tattoo, right?"

  It turned out that he was not wrong at all, and before the old marquis could respond with embarrassment, the fourth nobleman slipped in from outside the door, followed by the fifth, sixth, seventh...

  In the following minutes, the nobles who had just left all came back one after another, as if they had eaten their fill and were passing by to watch the excitement with nothing better to do.

  In the end, the entire banquet hall was packed with people, even more than before, because it also included several nobles who had just heard the news and rushed over in a hurry. But what's strange is that despite this crowded scene, the banquet hall was eerily silent, with everyone standing around with awkward expressions, looking left and right in embarrassment.

  Fortunately, Lin Taiping finally coughed lightly at this time and smiled all over his face: "Everyone, I understand, you are just passing by and happen to come to buy an ordinary Totem, a very ordinary one, right?"

  Completely correct, dozens of noble celebrities raised their hands in unison to show their approval. Viscount Ford even wiped the sweat from his forehead and hastened to speak: "Dear Lin, let's not waste any more time, I need that very ordinary totem now, name a price directly."

  "What makes you come first?" Earl Simmons, who had never gotten along with Viscount Ford, was naturally dissatisfied. "Dear Lin, I have an urgent matter, so please let the waiters serve me first, and I am willing to pay a higher fee."

  "Damn it, don't you two know how to respect the elderly and care for the young?" The old marquis, still vigorous in his old age, immediately protested angrily, but this protest was completely useless. Instead, the nobles on the side suddenly started making a racket, all claiming that they were the ones who needed it most.

  In an instant, the originally eerie and quiet banquet hall suddenly became as boisterous as a vegetable market. Dozens of aristocratic celebrities waved their arms, arguing with red faces and ears that couldn't be opened. Some people even took out their wallets, showing off their wealth, saying that money was no problem, and if it could be completed within a few hours, they would consider increasing the bonus.

  As they watched this scene, Mr. Cohen was so happy that he almost fainted, Kristin seemed to see countless milk powder falling from the sky, and Edward, who had just been mocking them, felt like his brain wasn't enough, it was really eerie, what kind of totem could make a group of nobles become like this.

  The problem is, it's clear that they can make a lot of money from this, but Lin Taiping instead looks very troubled: "This... I'm afraid I can only agree to one adult today... You see, making this kind of tattoo takes several days and requires a lot of energy and heart. When Turo and the others helped Mr. Koen yesterday, they were spitting blood from their mouths."

  Pffft! As if to verify his words, Toru suddenly spat out three mouthfuls of blood and collapsed convulsively to the ground. Lila's eyes welled up with tears as she exclaimed that in order to research this Totem, even her beautiful face had been damaged.

  "I'll pay a high price!" Lord Ford interrupted directly, even if he knew it was a big pit, he could only jump down, who made him boast in front of the two female companions half an hour ago, tonight must be a great show, at least to achieve one night ten times.

  Men, after all, can be untrustworthy at any time, but how can this matter be spoken of without credibility? This concerns dignity and reputation. In order to not lose trust tonight, for the sake of happiness in the second half of life, even if it means spending a lot more money, it's worth it, just like buying all the medicine to eat. And besides, what kind of medicine can compare to this totem, being both long-lasting and without side effects?

  At the mention of this, Viscount Ford suddenly had an epiphany and slapped his hand heavily: "Five hundred gold coins, dear Lin, what do you think of five hundred gold coins?"

  "Wait, I'll give you 600 gold coins!" Earl Simmons was not on good terms with Viscount Ford, and now he had to show his dissatisfaction. More importantly, at this moment, he suddenly thought of the fox tribe girl's contemptuous gaze after that thing last time. "The sooner the better, it will be made in a few hours, I have an urgent matter tonight."

  "Damn it, don't you two know how to respect the elderly and care for the young? I'll give you 700 gold coins." The old marquis immediately angrily protested. At his age, money and wealth were external things, what was most important was to regain his vigor, let his fingers and cucumber go to hell.

  But it turned out that he was not the only one who wanted to regain his dominance. Suddenly, the banquet hall became as noisy as a vegetable market, with dozens of aristocrats waving their arms and arguing with red faces.

  Eight hundred gold coins, nine hundred gold coins, one thousand gold coins... By the time the price rose to twelve hundred gold coins, Mr. Cohen next to him had evolved from surprise to shock, only short of biting his fingers to prove that he was not dreaming.

  Above the gods! A total of 1,200 gold coins, just for a tattoo, can be sold for 3,000 gold coins. Even if the price of subsequent productions is not that much, even if it's 500 at a time, considering that there are dozens of nobles present, and many more nobles who haven't arrived in time.

  It's all muddled now, at this moment, Mr. Cohen suddenly felt very regretful, he thought of himself questioning earlier, thought of himself complaining earlier, thought of himself... Gods above, I swear on my conscience, from now on even if Lin casually pulls out a blade of grass and says it can sell for 5,000 gold coins, I will unhesitatingly believe him.

  Fortunately, it's still possible to repent at this time, so a few seconds later, Mr. Cohen immediately looked at Lin Taiping with a smile all over his face, and his voice was sweet enough to make people's hair stand on end -

  "Dear Lin, dear Lin, do you have time tomorrow to come to my house as a guest? I have three very pretty daughters, the oldest is 16 years old and the youngest is 12 years old..."