Chapter 279 Elisa's Regret
Qin Mo only brought seven attendants. Besides Xu Ge and Chen Ji, who were bodyguards who had some knowledge of Italian, four of them were personnel from the "Special Operations Division" trained by Mu Qingge, and the remaining one was a cook.
Giulio finally got to eat the legendary Chinese food. The personal chef that Qin Mo brought was trained by Qin Mo himself. His dishes were different from other Daxia dishes. Everyone who had eaten them praised them highly. Even Prince Yan Qin Mu and the hermit Zhou Yuan gave them high praise.
"Qin Mo, the East is truly a magical place. I must visit it sometime, see that mysterious country, and taste the 'Eight Great Cuisines' you mentioned." Giulio said, gnawing on a braised pig's trotter while looking at the stir-fried beef tripe on his plate. A few simple dishes made him forget the troubles of the day.
Elisa silently ate her Hangzhou-style scallion pancakes, a silent protest against Qin Mo's lack of cooperation in going to the temple. Although she no longer thought Qin Mo was a fraud, her obsession over the past few days still tormented her, and she was determined to find out the truth.
“Qin Mo, Elisa didn’t mean to target you. Actually, she heard from people in the Great Xia delegation that all the trainees from Great Xia who came to the Holy Temple were in the delegation, a total of twenty people, so she became suspicious of you. I think it was a language barrier that caused the misunderstanding these past few days.”
After hearing this, Qin Mo simply said "Hmm!" and then fell silent. She raised her glass to Giulio, then thought for a moment and raised her glass to Elisa as well, indicating that she understood her intentions. However, whether they had forgiven each other was something only they knew.
The official's liquor was very strong, and Giulio, who prided himself on his exceptional drinking capacity, was the first to be plied with alcohol. Elisa, naturally, could no longer drink alone with Qin Mo. She leisurely boarded the carriage, intending to spend the night there and wait until the next day to go to the temple to understand her obsession.
"For his and my cousin's sake, if he apologizes to me tomorrow morning, I won't hold it against him or report him. If I'm wrong, I'll give him... no, I won't be wrong... I will never apologize." Elisa murmured to herself before drifting off to sleep.
Elisa was awakened by a banging on the door. She sat up abruptly and realized that she had fallen asleep fully clothed in the carriage. The banging was not her imagination; there were shouts accompanying the banging.
Although Qin Mo's new residence was quite old, the two hardwood doors were still very sturdy. The patterns on them had obviously been repaired, but now they were being smashed loudly, which greatly angered his personal guard, Xu Ge.
"Who are you looking for?" Xu Ge opened the door. His tall figure, accompanied by broken Italian, startled the visitors. The faint murderous aura emanating from him made the scene fall silent.
The newcomer wore a headscarf, clearly a member of the Caucasian race, a very rare sight in Rome. Caucasians were xenophobic, and Western merchants faced constant difficulties when trading in the Caucasian world. Conversely, Caucasians didn't receive favorable treatment in the Western world either, making Caucasians extremely scarce.
"We're looking for Count Eclas; we have a business appointment." He stammered out his purpose in Italian, which was even more broken than Xu Ge's.
Xu Ge was furious. "Eklas is all gone. What are you looking for here? Does business involve slamming the door shut?"
"This is no longer the Earl's mansion. Eclas has sold it to my lord. You'd better look elsewhere!"
"What? We clearly agreed on a price, and we've already gathered the three thousand gold coins. How can he sell it to you?"
Seeing the other party's immediate panic, Xu Ge said contemptuously, "Whatever agreement you had with the former count is none of our business. Leave now and don't disturb others' rest."
The person outside was clearly not someone to be trifled with. "Our prince has already negotiated a price with the count for this house. You cannot proceed with the transaction until we clearly state that we are giving up. We request that Count Eclas come out and give us an explanation." *** He emphasized the word "prince" heavily, his attitude firm.
Xu Ge crossed his arms and coldly stared at the people outside the door, too lazy to say anything. The two sides faced each other at the doorway.
Without his personal maid, Qin Mo was noticeably slower in getting dressed and washing up, and it took him quite a while to lazily arrive at the front door. Before he could even speak, just a glance at the other person was enough to make them feel an irresistible pressure, prompting them to quickly begin explaining.
“I am the steward of Prince Slaymon of the Ottoman Empire. We have a sales agreement with Count Eclas, and we are here today with the agreed-upon three thousand gold coins to complete the transaction. I must buy this house because Prince Slaymon wants to entertain his classmates and friends from the temple in his new residence.”
***This time, he brought out the temple to back him up because Qin Mo's aristocratic aura made him feel pressured. The name of the Ottoman prince was not necessarily more effective in the Western Continent than that of a Western Continent count, not to mention that the other party seemed to be a Great Xia person, and the Great Xia people were even more difficult to deal with than the Western Continent people.
“Yesterday, the people from the Temple collected a large sum of taxes from me. This place is now mine. Even if you bring the Temple elders, this place will not be sold to you. Leave before I lose my temper.”
Qin Mo's cold words sent shivers down the spines of the women, but if they failed to buy the house and delayed the prince's plans, the ruthless Prince Slaymond would not forgive them either. After a long standoff, the women slowly retreated, leaving with resentment.
"Your Highness, what kind of prince is the Ottoman prince?"
"They are the most tragic princes in the world. If they want to live, they have to kill all their brothers, or they will be killed by their brothers. Only one prince can be left in the world to succeed as emperor, and the rest are all wronged souls."
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