Chapter 93: Meeting the Marquis (2/2)
”Well, I am targeting that Zeke for a reason, so the marquis wants to have a chat with me. Even though, I am someone of status, I have no considerable background to speak of. My power isn't enough to make him cautious yet. So, I want to use our business relationship as a deterrent to him.”
”Sure, when?” Chaya replied after some thought. She clearly understood what Sam meant.
”Now. We will be leaving in an hour you can take care of your work in this time.”
Chaya nodded and went back to work while Sam waited for her.
Later that evening, Sam and Chaya went to the Marquis mansion on her personal carriage.
When the attendant who is assigned to receive Sam saw Chaya coming along with Sam, he immediately got tensed.
Even though, he is an attendant, but he is still a confidant of the Marquis. He clearly knew what Marquis' intention for inviting Sam is today, but never did they expect that the friend Sam mentioned would be Chaya the rank 5 Artisan and the tower head of the Artisan tower.
She isn't like Sam who has only rank but no cultivation, but she is someone who not only has a rank but also relevant cultivation.
Sam and Chaya were led to the dining room where marquis was already waiting for them. Even though, he wants to suppress Sam a bit, he is doing this only because of his son. He still has respect for Sam and his achievements.
But when he saw Chaya, he also felt stunned, but he quickly recovered and greeted them. After exchanging some pleasantries which are common when ever this kind of meetings occur [and author is not interested in writing] they sat for the dinner and the food was served.
After some time, Marquis stopped beating around bush and asked.
”Artisan Sam, I think that you and my son Zeke are having some problems. Are there some misunderstandings?”
”Oh, Marquis indeed has great insight. You found out quite early. It has only been two days since I came to the city after all.”
Seeing that Sam directly agreed, Marquis felt that matter isn't that simple. It seemed as if Sam is anticipating this meeting.
”May I know what happened between you guys?”
”I would like it if your son explained it himself. You can call him now. I don't mind.” When Sam said this marquis frowned but still complied and sent someone to call his son over.
When Zeke came, he didn't come alone. A middle-aged man came along with him and Marquis frowned at that.
The person who came is none other than the commander of the city guards. But he also has another identity, he is the brother of his three wives and Zeke's uncle.
Both took the seat and the guard commander spoke. He doesn't know who Chaya is and he didn't care at all.
”You are the new Artisan? Just because you are an Artisan, you cannot act as you like. Apologise to my nephew right now.”
He didn't notice that Zeke's expression turned ugly. Sam didn't reply and just looked at marquis.
”You can ask you son what happened. After hearing his piece, I will tell you the remaining story.”
Seeing the Sam ignored him the commander got angry, just as he was about to flare up, he felt the pressure from Marquis.
Then the marquis looked at his son. ”Tell me what you did.”
”I.. I.” Zeke stuttered. He really doesn't want his father to know all his dirty deeds. He never expected that the person he ambushed is an Artisan, that too a high ranked one.
”I will tell you then.” Sam then recounted everything that happened in the Falcon cliff city and said.
”I heard the Marquis is a righteous person, but from what I see, you are no different from a father of a useless son. He can do whatever he wanted and all you could do is cover it up using his authority. The rumours almost fooled me.”
Sam purposefully said this to provoke the Marquis. He wants to put the marquis in a helpless situation where he can't take it out on Sam and remind him that he is supposed to be the person who looks after the people and not blindly side with his son.
So, the marquis will only have one outlet other than Zeke.
And when the marquis was reminded of how his son threatened the two cities from participating, he felt his anger reaching the limit.