Downton covered his eyes. Do you want it to be so loud? The other party can hear it, okay? Look how awkward the atmosphere is.
"Oh yeah, medium-rare steak is the best!" Little Loli thought she had helped Downton, and was very happy. She sat back down in a serious manner, picked up her knife and fork, and started to compete with the steak.
Walnut chewed quickly with her neat little white teeth. During this period, she glanced at Vieri and showed a proud look like "I discovered your secret."
The corner of Vieri's mouth twitched. He really didn't know how to speak after being treated like this by the little loli. It seemed that he could only delay it until Hannah arrived. After all, women, especially beautiful women, have a natural advantage when dealing with men.
"When will Hannah come?" Downton was eating steak and seemed to be enjoying the meal. In fact, he was already thinking about how to deal with Hannah. Without a clue, he was about to take action on Vieri.
"Ah, how do you know?" Vieri asked subconsciously, then quickly closed his mouth.
A smile emerged from the corner of Downton's mouth, but he did not answer. He just wanted Vieri to guess. Only when his mind was confused could he ask for information.
Looking at Downton's black eyes, Vieri's hair suddenly stood up. This question was in a positive tone, indicating that he was sure that Hannah would come. Could he have guessed his intentions? How could this be possible? He was a
Not even a word was mentioned!
"How did you know someone was coming?" Hu Tao blinked, glanced at Vieri in confusion, and then looked at Downton.
"It's very simple. His eyes would glance at the stairs from time to time, which showed that he was waiting for someone. Moreover, he ordered a big meal without any intention of leaving. He kept looking for topics to talk about, obviously to hold me back.
." Downton looked at Vieri, "So, sir, what are you going to do with me?"
Downton has never forgotten Hannah's sky-blue eyes that were full of confidence and pride. Compared to her, Vieri was obviously easier to deal with.
"Let's wait until Hannah comes. Please wait a moment!" Vieri showed a wry smile. He was really worried about messing up the matter. "We don't mean any harm."
"That's awesome, is this reasoning?" Seeing Vieri's expression, Hutao was speechless, and then became excited, "Can you teach me?"
Downton was speechless. The little Lolita's interruption ability was so strong that the atmosphere suddenly changed.
"I also like to read detective novels." Vieri smiled dryly and took up the topic smoothly.
Downton wanted to continue, but he heard a familiar burst of arrogant laughter, which made him frown.
"You still have sense. Don't worry, I will take care of you. No one will dare to bully you at the post office." Matt played with three gold coins and walked into the tavern surrounded by a group of postmen.
A new postman next to him laughed with him, but he hated Matt in his heart. Not only was he extorting his hard-earned salary, but he was forced to treat these old postmen to dinner. It was really abominable.
"Why, you look like you have a complaint?"
An old postman put his arms around the newcomer's neck. Seeing his quick denial, he nodded with satisfaction.
"If you ask me, Downton is an idiot. He has been a postmaster for nearly three years, but he still doesn't have as much 'extra money' as Brother Matt earns in more than a month."
"Yes, he is a waste. He actually dares to call himself the number one postman in Redwood County. He is really arrogant. I think only Brother Matt deserves this nickname."
These old postmen are all vested interests. In the past, they were suppressed by Downton and could not bully the newcomers. Now that Matt is in power, they have become more and more unscrupulous. Of course, the money extorted from the new postmen must be given to Matt.
.
"Don't call me brother, call me postmaster!" Matt is very motivated and manages more than a hundred postmen. In his opinion, this is the pinnacle of his life.
"Yes, Mr. Postman." The postmen naturally tried to please him in every possible way.
"How does the first postman deserve the status of Lord Matt? He should be called the Fox of the West."
"Haha, just talk about this in private. Don't spread it out. I'm not an arrogant maniac like Downton." After Matt laughed a few times proudly, he quickly warned his men in a high-sounding voice.
Because Downton was nicknamed the Fox of the West by his colleagues, he was troubled by Little Grandet every day.
Although he didn't want to admit it, Matt knew that he didn't have Downton's ability to escape unscathed every time. If he was targeted by the son of the number one businessman in Morning Mist Town, he would have to shed his skin even if he didn't die.
The old postmen were joking. In fact, they didn't know much about Matt as well as Downton. They knew that he was worried about being troubled by Little Grandet, so they didn't let him talk. Otherwise, with his flamboyant character, he would have wanted to spread the news throughout the West. However,
If everyone makes a living in someone else's hands, they won't lose their sense of humor.
"Commander Postman, take a seat!" A postman ran to an empty table eagerly, pulled out a chair, wiped it clean, and called to Matt.
"I, Di Polo, am just a postmaster, how can I be so arrogant?" Vieri couldn't help but curse, even the average baron is not such a famous person.
Matt glanced around proudly, hoping to gain some envy and jealousy from the eyes of the down-and-out mercenaries in the tavern, and finally saw Downton.
"Hey, look who this is? Our Downton postmaster!" Matt sneered at Downton, remembering the last time he was at Lyman Racecourse, he rode away on his horse and looked down upon him without even looking at him.
His attitude made him so angry that he almost vomited blood, so he walked over without hesitation.
The postmen made a noise and gathered around.
When the mercenaries saw that there was a conflict to be seen, they howled immediately.
"How does it feel to be a thief and not be caught?" Matt stared at Downton with a jealous tone. He just didn't believe that Downton, a poor man, could earn more than 20,000 gold coins in more than a month. He must have
Did something illegal.
Downton ate the steak slowly without even glancing at Matt.
"You have to be careful, this guy is a liar and a scumbag." Matt looked at the sumptuous food on the table, swallowed his saliva, and suddenly looked at Vieri, slandering Downton.
Vieri's robe looked like high-end goods. Matt thought Downton was cheating on him during this meal, so he wanted to expose him.
"Who do you think you are? Do you dare to interfere with your uncle Vieri's affairs?" Vieri showed a ferocious smile. The two people obviously had conflicts. He was thinking about giving Matt a good beating and taking the opportunity to show his favor to Downton.
.
"You're looking for death. Didn't you see that I was reminding you?" Matt was stunned, and then he was about to get angry. This guy who only thinks about muscles deserves to be tricked to death.
"Hey, did you bring enough money today? Let's forget it, but we must call the postman a beautiful dancer to accompany him!" The old postman scolded the new postman to support Matt.
"Hmph, let me tell you, I am the postmaster now. See, postmaster!" Matt took out a badge representing his position, slapped it on the table, and looked down at Downton.
At this moment, Matt felt that Downton was firmly under his feet. It felt so good.
The new postman agreed solemnly, but his eyes secretly looked at Downton. Is this the former postman who has a good reputation in the post office, is very popular, and likes to support his juniors?
Since the newcomer became a postman, he could hear complaints from his colleagues every day, saying that if Downton was here, Matt and his gang would never dare to be so lawless. Unfortunately, he beat the clerk and was fired.
"Get out of here if you have nothing to do, don't affect my appetite." Downton looked at the badge, a flash of memories flashed in his eyes, "I'm in a bad mood right now, don't let the last bond between us disappear."
An old postman hesitated for a moment, remembering how Downton had taken care of him, and subconsciously gave Matt a hand.
"Let's go and eat!"
"Go away!" Matt waved his hand and slapped the old postman on the face. "Whose subordinate are you now? If you don't want to work, just say so. There are many people who want to take your position."
The old postman was beaten in public. Hearing the mercenaries' ridicule, his face turned red with shame and anger.
"Go away." Matt pushed the old postman away, straightened his clothes, and said in a disdainful tone, "Love? Do you have any? Why do you take extra care of Duren, Justin, and even a loser like Will? But
Are you trying to find trouble with me over and over again?"
"Matt, you probably forgot that it was Downton who persuaded the former clerk to let you enter the post office." The old postman couldn't stand it anymore and shouted loudly, "You probably don't know either, because you made many mistakes, and the clerk
The official wanted to fire you more than once, but it was because of Downton's repeated assurances that he allowed you to stay."
"So what? Everything has passed, and now I am the postmaster." Matt was reminded of unpleasant memories again. He hated others mentioning his past, "Also, do you have a say here?"
"Want me to help?" Vieri tapped his fingers on the table. Dealing with a fish like Matt was easier than crushing a few ants.
"Scum!" The little loli felt that Matt was too shameless. She put steak in her mouth while scorning, "Get out of here, or Lilim Hutao will teach you a lesson!"
With a bang, Matt clenched his fist and slammed it on the dining table, causing the plate to bounce around.
"Bah!" Matt spat into the fish soup and looked at Downton defiantly, "Teach me a lesson? Sir, I am a magic user of the first level of the soul. What are you going to teach me?"
A fist-sized soul shield was activated by Matt and rotated around his body.
"Are you ready?" Downton put down his knife, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and stood up.
"What are you preparing for? Humph, even if you kneel down and admit your mistake today, you are still dead." Matt raised his right leg fiercely and kicked Downton's lower abdomen hard. He couldn't wait to destroy him. He looked like
He knelt on the ground like a dead dog and begged for mercy.
"Of course you are prepared to be beaten!" Downton quickly kicked out his right foot wearing a long military boot, which happened to hit the bone of Matt's right calf.
Click, the crisp sound of fractures spread throughout the tavern, and the huge pain made Matt scream like a slaughtered pig, and couldn't help but retreat.