"Although you are my attendant, I have always considered you my friend. Yet you, you actually disrupted my rhythm and distorted my intentions."
Wilson felt panic rising in his heart. "No, I didn't! I just thought... after we helped Lu Ding, he actually made us wait. I... I just..."
Louis finally turned to look at him.
"So you cursed at the friend I've been longing to et?"
"Wilson, you are my friend. Lu Ding is also my friend. As friends, I can understand he has matters to attend to. Our eting could wait until after he finishes his business, choosing a beautiful sunny afternoon."
"We could open a fine bottle of wine I brought, enjoy a al I personally prepared."
"But you destroyed the atmosphere I had envisioned. I treat you as a friend, yet you use the excuse of thinking for to vent your own dissatisfaction and emotions?"
Wilson realized the severity of the situation.
He quickly lowered himself to kneel.
"No, Lord Shen, please let explain."
Louis shook his head. "No no no, there's nothing to explain. Your dissatisfaction is your own feeling. Did you ever ask for my opinion?"
"There's an ancient saying in Great Han: 'You are not a fish, how can you know the fish's happiness?'"
Saying this, he glanced at An Wuyang and nodded slightly, showing his respect.
He continued: "eting Mr. Lu is sothing I've been looking forward to. So to et him, I've done much preparation work and even prepared gifts."
"But eting Mr. An was like a surprise in life, always coming unexpectedly."
"I very much enjoyed my conversation with Mr. An, and I looked forward even more to eting Mr. Lu. But you ruined it."
These words made An Wuyang feel quite comfortable.
He imdiately offered his own opinion.
"My elders once taught that both thunder and dew are the grace of the sovereign. No matter how close the relationship between master and servant, they can never beco true friends in the real sense."
"Because once the relationship upgrades, he will develop thoughts of overstepping his authority." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel•fire
An Wuyang's gaze turned toward Wilson, gradually sharpening.
"If Lu Ding weren't coming personally, I would definitely personally execute you."
Louis nodded.
"I've learned my lesson. My apologies, Mr. An, for my poor managent."
He took one last look at Wilson, whose eyes were full of regret: "As you wished, Wilson, you've gained an opportunity to face Mr. Lu directly. Do your best."
Louis knew what he had co here to do.
The White Eagle side only wanted a result.
As for the process in between, Louis's personal wishes were exactly as he had said.
He wasn't in a hurry.
There was plenty of ti.
Pick a good day, like a beautiful sunny afternoon, enjoy good food, drink fine wine, finish their conversation.
Then engage in a battle to determine superiority, not life and death.
After fighting, raise their glasses together, looking forward to their next eting.
Their positions might be temporarily opposed, but their friendship could continue next ti.
Wasn't this good?
But then this idiot Wilson, when asked to do sothing, actually beca dissatisfied!
Damn it.
He completely ruined Louis's carefully arranged rhythm and procedure.
And even prettied it up as 'we'.
Who the hell was 'we' with him?
Louis was clearly enjoying his conversation with An Wuyang.
That he didn't imdiately kill Wilson was only because of his one year, two months, eight days, and fifteen hours of service - if not rit, at least hard work.
He was the one in charge. Wilson was just an errand runner, yet he dared to voice opinions.
Wilson's brain couldn't quite comprehend this.
He only felt wronged.
He never considered that from his position as an attendant, he had expressed opinions on behalf of his master.
It was like at work, you're a team leader. At noon, you run an errand to buy sothing for your boss. The boss is temporarily in a eting. You think it's nothing, quite normal.
Then suddenly a team mber who's long been dissatisfied with the boss jumps out.
'Hey bro, this stupid boss makes you run errands without paying, now he leaves you hanging here. What does he an?'
Then says to colleagues nearby 'I'm only thinking about my bro.'
Then the boss cos out just in ti to hear this.
Face darkens.
'Xiao Lu, sorry about that. Next ti I won't have you run errands.'
What the hell!!
The boss is busy. You, who paid and exerted effort, think it's nothing. But so team mber following along speaks up on your behalf.
Who wouldn't be furious?
You're just doing your job—it's not like you're not getting paid and treated well. No one is mistreating you. Just do what you're told.
The work is light, the pay and benefits are good, working hours are short. You can rest for a whole week without working a single day.
Finally work one day, and you're either complaining about wind or rain.
The more Louis thought about it, the angrier he beca!
He truly detested this kind of rude overstepping of authority!
After today, he would definitely make Wilson get lost!
"Lord Shen, please give a chance—"
Louis placed a finger to his lips. "Shh!"
"Enough, Wilson. Let it end here. I'm already trying my best to restrain myself. Please don't provoke my nerves further. My patience has limits."
Wilson now not only couldn't say anything more—he didn't dare to say anything more.
But in his heart, his dissatisfaction with Lu Ding was gradually deepening.
He never realized that his positioning was wrong.
Great Han's Corpse-Shattering Taishui Lu Ding corresponded to White Eagle's Angelic Divine Son Louis.
King versus king.
Wilson was rely a general, without the right to express opinions on behalf of the king.
A gentle breeze ca from afar, and across the cloudless sky trailed a cot's tail.
Louis looked up.
His eyes held appreciation for beautiful things.
He couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
"Elegant people often possess unique ways of making an entrance. Beautiful, splendid."
Using standard Chinese to show respect: "Our first eting, I'm deeply honored. I am White Eagle's Beautiful Nation's Angelic Divine Son, Louis."
He extended his hand toward the air.
It was a very handso hand, nails trimd round and neat, skin so fair it seed like delicate milk wrapping around slender finger joints.
Slap!!!
Another hand grasped it.
Powerful, yet without bulky muscles, faintly visible blue veins hinting at strength. The skin was still pale, but not sickly like Louis's.
That he didn't imdiately kill Wilson was only because of his one year, two months, eight days, and fifteen hours of service - if not rit, at least hard work.
"Great Han Yunhai 749, Corpse-Shattering Taishui, Lu Ding. Our first eting, I feel greatly honored."
When others gave face, Lu Ding wouldn't slap a smiling face.
Unless there was prior grievance.
But he and Louis had no direct conflict of interest.
The other had even been helping out back and forth.
With Lu Ding's stature, he absolutely had to return this courtesy.
Louis nodded, still in fluent Chinese: "I've long heard of the great na of Corpse-Shattering Taishui. Seeing you today, your reputation stands like a high mountain, your person shines like the bright moon—truly exceeding expectations."
These words were sowhat literary and formal.
Lu Ding glanced at An Wuyang—no wonder you two could chat so well.
You're also quite literary.
But it was normal.
Because before Lu Ding's golden finger activated, when he learned their language, it was the sa.
Others' evaluation of him was that he was like a little Shakespeare.
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