485 Father-level Treatmen (2/2)
”Civilized my *ss!” the fat man roared as he struggled. ”Let go! I'm gonna kill him today!”
He used too much power in his anger. The guards could not hold on to him! He rushed forward but then froze. He looked back in frustration, his eyes saying, stop me! You b*stards! Why aren't you stopping me?
The guards were mindblown. They all thought you want to struggle, huh? Why didn't you just let us stop you?
In the awkward silence, the sound was the prisoners guffawing. The fat man's expression kept changing but he was frozen in place.
This was the most awkward moment in his life!
Thankfully, someone ran over and murmured something in his ear. The fat man stared at the newcomer as if he was a ghost and nodded.
”Are you sure?”
”Yes!” Then the fat man sighed deeply. He massaged his face and put his face down. A fawning smile appeared miraculously. The smile was so strange that Ye Qingxuan, who was purposely making drama, knitted his brow and felt a chill.
”Mr. Ye…” The fat man rubbed his hands enthusiastically like an old man. ”That was a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding!”
”Misunderstanding?” Ye Qingxuan frowned. ”I don't think so. I was purposely yelling at you stupid fatty. Are you a man? If you are, take me on yourself!”
”A misunderstanding! It must be!” The fat man stuck his face forward. ”Those dogs are bad at taking care of you but someone like me would never dare to even touch a strand of your hair! If you're angry, hit me! Please don't keep it in.”
What the f*ck? It was Ye Qingxuan's turn to be mindblown.
”What is wrong with you all? How can you make Mr. Ye eat this sh*t?” The fat man started yelling at the guards.
Then he plastered a smile on and turned around. ”What would you like to eat? You can tell me any of your requests and I'll do my best to satisfy them. You won't be mistreated at all!”
Ye Qingxuan was utterly confused. Was he this guy's dad? No, he probably would not even treat his own dad this well. Ye Qingxuan studied the man for a while but he could not guess what the man was thinking.
But since he said that, Ye Qingxuan decided to not hold back. He waved. ”Don't bring your chef out for humiliation. For the main course, I want truffle burdock cooked rare and with pepper sauce from the White Pine Restaurant. For the appetizer, I want smoked squid. Then I want red wine and cheese baked oysters and caviar. I want…”
He recited all the trademark dishes of the Sacred City's famous restaurants in one breath. Ye Qingxuan did not care if they could actually get him the dishes that even archbishops needed to preorder. Finally, he waved his hand.
”Oh, and for the soup, I'd like vegetable broth from the south to help with my digestion.” Done speaking, he side-eyed the fat man. ”Did you memorize it all?”
”Yes.” The fat man smiled earnestly without any hint of annoyance. He looked as if Ye Qingxuan was his father. ”Don't worry, we will get it settled for you!”
”Wait!” Ye Qingxuan called out. ”I am in a bad mood these days. I don't have a good appetite. Hire some musicians to play music for me so I can relax.”
”Okay!” The fat man nodded. ”No problem!”
Ye Qingxuan was taken aback. Things felt even weirder so he decided to keep going. Waving a hand, he said, ”The lighting is bad and it's damp so my appetite is even worse. Bring me somewhere with better lighting and air circulation.”
”Okay!” The fat man nodded without complaint. ”Where would you like?”
Ye Qingxuan huffed. ”I think the prison warden's office is pretty nice. Why don't you let me go there?”
”No problem! Please wait a few minutes and we'll clean it out for you immediately!” This fat guy was so agreeable that he definitely had problems!
Nearing the end, he was even worried he did not do enough and asked, ”Do you have any other requests?”
Ye Qingxuan was speechless. It felt more and weirder. What was wrong with these guys? Why did they act like he was their father?! Was this an illusion?
No way!
Speechless, Ye Qingxuan glared at the fat man. ”Are you messing with me?”
The man smiled.
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A few minutes later, the guards took care of him as if he was his father and helped him out of the cell. They undid all shackles and even took off the musician restraints on his wrists and legs. Then they politely brought him to the prison warden's office.
On the way there, Ye Qingxuan saw the prison gate in the distance open. Dozens of carriages raced in. Dozens of people began carrying in cooking equipment. The room beside the prison warden's office had been emptied and turned into a kitchen. It was a lively scene.
A dozen top-class chefs who usually did not care for any nobles were now nervously creating the dishes Ye Qingxuan had ordered. Someone else brought over the vegetable broth made from the main restaurant. The entire way to the prison, it simmered over a small stove so that it would not cool at all. When it was poured into the bowl, the smell was mouthwatering.
Ye Qingxuan was even more suspicious that he was in some weird illusion. When he walked into the prison warden's office, he was completely shocked.
The original office desk and even an entire wall had been removed. The floor was covered in a thick handwoven Caucus rug. The wall had been knocked out within a few minutes and replaced with a floor-to-ceiling window. There was a piano in the corner. A robed musician nodded politely to Ye Qingxuan and sat down to play a gentle melody. The warm afternoon sunlight shone in, falling onto the white tablecloth. The silver utensils radiated with gentle light.
A bottle of high-quality red wine covered in condensation was in an ice bucket. The thick red wine in the decanter had a rosy and beautiful glow. The chair before the table was made of ebony. It had been maintained perfectly with a well-oiled shine.
Everything was ready. It was all waiting for Ye Qingxuan to sit down.
However, there was someone unexpected sitting behind the table.
”Ye Qingxuan, does this treatment satisfy you?” The old man sipped his red wine with an elegant poise. The afternoon sunlight fell onto him, giving him a sacred halo.
”You?” Ye Qingxuan was starting to think there was something wrong with his eyes.
The man was the head of the Sacred City nobles, the leader of the Ecclesiastical Order, the current controller of the Sacred City, the future pope…Ludovic!