Chapter 420: Making a Mistake

Clayton did not agree with Norris's approach, but this was the other party's family affair and he had no right to interfere.

"Actually, after meeting you, I wanted to marry my second daughter to you. She is exactly ten years younger than you and is also beautiful. But when I think about it carefully, this may not be a wise choice." Norris commented on his child almost without any personal feelings: "She is too stupid and unworthy of you."

"Think about it, it will always get better." Clayton comforted him.

"I don't count on her."

Norris seemed to want to say something, he raised his hand and put it down again.

"That syringe is good." He said abruptly.

"A gift from an old man."

"He thinks highly of you."

"I killed a man for him."

"That's generous enough. Many people are willing to pay a heavier price for it."

Clayton raised his eyebrows: "Is it famous?"

"No, it's just that I know it. Because it was made by the alchemist of the Winged Serpent. Its name is [Blood Therapy], which can temporarily transfer the power of the strong to the weak. The liquid in the syringe will not change in quality within three months after it is drawn."

Obviously, this is not a strange item for yourself.

No matter how strong a warrior is, he has his own weaknesses, such as family and lover. This thing can provide more protection for their weaknesses.

"It seems that I have to thank the old man." Clayton said.

Norris said nothing.

The room suddenly fell into a strange silence.

Both of them were silent, waiting for each other.

When they looked at each other, it seemed that some hidden but substantial content grew between them, replacing the original substance. The atmosphere that was still lively in the previous few minutes began to cool down again, just like the development in the cafe yesterday.

In the end, it was the younger Clayton who spoke first.

"Norris, what do you want to do?" He used an interrogative tone.

Norris crossed his hands and hung between his knees: "I know you will be curious about this, but I don't want to talk about it now, and we'd better not talk about it."

"Is your target the Conlionai family? The guards attacked me because they mistakenly thought I was one of them! I didn't know your identity before, so I didn't mention this matter. Now I need to know the truth."

Norris's face became serious: "The Conlionai family, indeed, even if we have replaced its position in this city, it still has an influence. As long as there is a right time, it will still come back, so we have to defeat them completely."

"Okay, then what will happen after you defeat them?"

"Clayton, I don't have the ability to predict the future. I can only assure you that everything will be better than when they are here."

"What about the nightingale? People from the Kingdom Intelligence Department died here. Do you think the group of birds will give up revenge?" Clayton stared into his eyes, hoping to see a trace of fear in them.

But Norris remained calm.

"Clayton, I only know that we have to deal with Kong Lione next, but I can't control what others do, and everything you encounter is something I have never experienced, so I can't give you an answer now."

"As for the Nightingales, I don't suggest you treat them as scary monsters."

"They do know a lot of things and have some incredible abilities, but they can't use this information and abilities as they please. These people are tools, and how tools are used does not depend on their own consciousness. As long as they are qualified to talk to the people behind them, they themselves are not worth mentioning."

Clayton didn't know whether he should believe him, but he had no choice.

He couldn't torture his friends.

He tried to keep his tone low: "Norris, you should leave now, leave Weiodi, lest these messes kill you, the current situation is not fun."

"This matter will not involve me, someone else did it."

"It's up to you, but you have to remember that I reminded you."

Norris's hands were untied: "I will leave here after things are on the right track."

He stood up and left the bedside table: "Okay, don't talk about these disappointing things, you must be hungry, my chef is already preparing food, let's go to the restaurant and wait."

"Yeah." Clayton tilted his head to look out the window, the lead-gray clouds were the same as always, as if they would never move,

Putting on a large bathrobe, he ate with Norris in the restaurant.

There was a lot of caviar and foie gras in the appetizer, which was exactly what he liked, followed by cream onion soup, and then all kinds of easily digestible fish and shellfish, but none of them were species that could be found in the local river water.

When it came to the main course, the steak with mushroom sauce was particularly tempting.

This was not Clayton's first meal in this house, but the taste was still fresh to him.

Norris skillfully explained the origin of the fish he was eating: "These salmon were caught by northerners last fall and sent here last month. The fish farmers used special feed to feed these fish, which made their meat and taste change for the better."

"It's much better than the seafood I ate locally last time. They still make my joints ache." Clayton said.

When he mentioned this, he suddenly remembered that there was another benefactor who needed to be repaid.

The boy named Joseph.

He originally wanted to go back to Sasha City to pick up the boy, but later he met Norris and thought he was just meeting to reminisce about the past, but he didn't expect to be delayed here for three days.

Thinking of this, he put down his knife and fork.

"Norris, I need to borrow some money from you later."

No mistake, a post, a content, a book, a forum, a 6-9 book!

"How much?"

"A few pounds will do. A little boy helped me a lot. I have to repay him."

"What's his name?"

"Joseph, just a little less than Jack."

Norris nodded across the table, taking it for granted: "No problem, since he helped you, I should repay him. Is there anything else you need? Maybe I should take him over."

"That's not necessary. I can handle the rest myself." Clayton said.

They ate for a while, and another dish was served. In addition to the waiter, a servant came with the news.

"Master, a gentleman from the Basby family wants to see you. He is waiting in the reception room now."

The servant looked a little uneasy. Most people would not disturb you at meal time. That would be considered rude, but now it is not actually meal time in the public perception. The sudden conflict made him not know how to deal with it.

Clayton glanced at Norris, who frowned, put down his knife and fork, and stood up from his seat.

"Excuse me."

Norris and the servant left the restaurant. Clayton looked at the empty table, put down his knife and fork, stood up and walked out.

The werewolf's extraordinary hearing can cover one-third of the house. He is now curious about what his old friend does in the Sacred Heart Fraternity.

"Mr. Argon" the strange voice called Norris.

"Next Friday, my grandfather will celebrate his 71st birthday, and he wants to see you at the birthday party. I know maybe I should send a servant to deliver the invitation, but I really don't trust these clumsy guys, so I came in person."

This topic is not what Clayton had imagined before, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Of course, Mr. Cuomo, I will go." Norris said gently: "I got up a little late today and am having lunch with a friend now. Maybe you would like to have something with us."

The guest readily agreed.

Clayton returned to his seat. He listened to the footsteps moving from a distance to the entrance of the restaurant, and then Norris led a blond gentleman in.

"Mr. Cuomo, this is Mr. Bello. Mr. Bello, this is Mr. Cuomo."

The repetitive sentences that seemed like tongue twisters were the fixed etiquette procedures for hosts to introduce each other to guests.

Clayton stood up again and shook hands with the other party pretending to know nothing. Mr. Cuomo smiled, which made people feel good when they met for the first time.

"May I ask where Mr. Bello works?" He handed over his business card while speaking.

"I run an antique shop myself. In addition to antiques, I also sell handmade products from Fisbrica. Excuse me, I really encountered an accident during this trip. I lost everything on me and I don't have a business card to exchange with you."

Clayton told the truth, but Mr. Cuomo's smile faded a little, and the hand that handed over the business card also shrank back.