220 Chapter 220: Three Days (2/2)

As Caesar thought to here, he closed the book in his hands and stood up. His hair was undone and swayed all over the place as he moved. His eyes were squinted and a dim-lit crimson radiated from them. The candle's flame flickered, and the room was deathly quiet, besides the loud snoring that echoed from the corner of the establishment.

Three days had slowly passed by, and the royal wedding was happening tonight. Caesar and Joe had stayed cooped up in their room without seeing the light of day for the entire duration. His skin was pale, and a pair of reading glasses alongside a stack of thick books rested on the night-stand.

Caesar breathed out a deep sigh as he gazed into the tall mirror, adjacent from him. His ice cold face stared back at him, his eyes deep like an abyss. The slender fingers that were attached to his metacarpal possessed long and beautiful nails.

The corner of his lips curled as he turned around and picked up one of his shoes. He raised his hand high in the air and threw it toward Joe as hard as he could. Since it was time for the wedding, there was no need to remain inconspicuous.

The pointed shoe coursed through the air at an unimaginable speed and nearly penetrated Joe's buttocks. His snoring abruptly stopped and shot up like a rocket, wailing like a javelina. His hands clutched his bottom as tears streamed down his face; he wasn't even aware of what had happened yet.

Still half-asleep, he looked left and right, scrutinizing Caesar's figure which was still in a throwing motion. The boot that he had thrown was still stuck between Joe's gills, and loud laughter escaped from Caesar's lips.

”Get ready for the wedding, Joe, I'll be in the bathroom. We have a big day today, and hopefully, no problems arise,” Caesar explained with traces of laughter still escaping from his mouth. He closed and locked the bathroom door behind him, muffling the screams from the room beside him.

Below, the innkeeper furiously blushed once she heard the strange cries. In a moment of carelessness, she accidentally broke the yoke of an egg she was cooking. ”Oh my, oh my,” she whispered to herself whilst resting her cheek in the palm of her hands.

Inside the bathroom, Caesar bathed himself and refined his hair with a brush. He then adorned a black and red suit. It was cut to precision, bold across the shoulders, gentle lines around the waist, and accentuated his abdominal muscles.

He placed a pair of silk, black gloves around his hands and tied one braid on the right side of his hair that extended downward. Once he was finished dressing, he exited the room to find a relatively dressed Joe. The small dwarf wore a lovely black and white tuxedo. He even went as far as braiding his unkempt beard.

A deep frown was etched on to his face as his legs shook ever so slightly. Streams of curses exited the now awake Joe as he stared at a shoe in the corner of the room with dread.

Caesar clapped his hands and once again chuckled, ”that's the taste of sweet, sweet, revenge, right?” he commented with a sly smirk and opened the door, gesturing for joe to leave first.