Martial King's Retired Life - Volume 10 Chapter 91 Not an Easy Mission
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Volume 10 Chapter 91 Not an Easy Mission

Volume 10 Chapter 91 Not an Easy Mission

“I failed to recognise your true capacity due to my impulsiveness. I hereby give you my heartfelt apology.” Ah Neath bowed solemnly.

“Hohoho, no need to stand on ceremony, my dear nephew,” I replied.

“Who you calling your nephew, you moron?!”

“Your Majesty, you are the one holding this banquet for Feizhen. Do not sabotage yourself,” Feng Xue reminded.

I don’t know what you two talked about, but it looks like you can’t give me any grief at this banquet, young Ah Neath.

Ah Neath knocked back a cup of wine: “A toast to you!”

Hahaha, Uncle convinced you, huh? Now you know I’m valuable, huh?

Seeing his King pour me a drink, the prison guard behind me conveyed, “Bro, you’re my idol.”

I brought the prison guard along because he had an abundance of pertinent knowledge that could be conducive to helping Ah Neath - in addition to preventing anyone from expunging him. It was inevitable for him to learn Ah Neath was a she since he was around me.

Speaking of Ah Neath’s gender, she made less effort to hide it than I imagined. Not only did the high-ranking officials know, but even her maids and guards knew. I suppose they didn’t make a big deal out of it as she was the only offspring of Baimu’s last King.

I had no reason not to rest my feet on the table and recline with my hands behind my head. “Was that a toast? Where’s my drink? You drink my share?”

Ah Neath begrudgingly picked up my cup and the wine pot.

“You have to add some nectar in first. How do I know when the last time you washed the cup was? How am I supposed to drink it without any nectar?”

“Oh…”

“What about the salt? It’s right next to your hand. You should get your eyes checked.”

“You done?! I’m not here to serve you!”

“First Brother.” I was going to keep playing thug when Zhuiyue removed my legs from the table and adjusted my sitting posture. The man even smoothed out the wrinkles in my clothing and instructed, “You are the face of Mount Daluo. You must mind your manners in the presence of Baimu’s monarch. As well, you need to be polite when requesting a drink.”

Ah Neath absolutely loved the conundrum I was in.

“What are you laughing about?! Every family has its problems!”

“Okay, I won’t laugh at you. You’ve given me grief, and I’ve made you suffer. Let’s start over with a clean slate after you’ve had the drink.”

“What needs to be cleaned off the slate?”

“Probably the part where you grabbed her breasts?” opined the prison guard.

“Ah…”

Two slabs of bony beef smashed us in the face the next second. I just took a bite out of the delicious beef. Unfortunately for my buddy, the steak slept him.

“If you dare to mention that one more time, I promise I’ll disfigure you after I kill you!”

Continuing to chomp on the beef, I responded, “I won’t. You must have a reason for releasing me. Go on. My ears are yours.”

Ah Neath scrubbed her head, looked over to Uncle Martial Paragon, waited for a nod and, at long last, stated, “I didn’t know what you were capable of… but I do now. I trust you now.”

“Should’ve trusted me from the start.” I knocked on the table. “Five more kilos of that stewed bone.”

Obviously, there were no servants around at the secret meeting. Thus, Wu Ba had to go fetch me a stewed bone. Before he went, though, he said to me, “Motherflipping Zhouzi, I shall go get you a freaking boner.”

“It’s just ‘bone’! Hey! You can’t eat what you just said! Hey! Also, what’s with your speech style?!”

“Is that something you should really be asking?!” raged Ah Neath. “Wu Ba is an honest man. He wouldn’t be using profanity if it wasn’t for you. He thinks he’s using language reserved for the palace. All day, he’s motherflipping this and motherflipping that.”

Oh, I almost forgot I was the one who taught him. Oh, well, sheet happens. Not going to be my concern, anyway.

“In any event, I can trust you now. I heard you’re acquainted with various people and groups, skilled in various departments and great at using disguises.”

“What do you want me to disguise myself to assist you with?”

“… I have a rather difficult request for you. It’s difficult and dangerous; however, if you succeed, what you gain will decide the winner.”

I skulled some wine: “Elaborate.”

“Right now… nobody knows Baimu is in our custody. I want to obtain the labour of Baimu’s fruits before anyone catches wind of his capture.”

“Mhmm, mhmm. I see. Can you simplify it?”

“… In other words, people are under the assumption he is still leading a battle somewhere during this disappearance of his. Nobody will think he’s already been defeated and in my hands - same goes for his allies. If he were to