World of Beasts: I Can See Their Hidden Stats!-Chapter 281 - Etiquette at the Negotiation Table

Chapter 281: Etiquette at the Negotiation Table

“Mr. Locke, is there anything else you want to know?”

Terry was still the same as before. His attitude was just right, neither servile nor overbearing.

He did not seem too eager and he was just right to show his obedience.

Even though his future or even his life, was in Locke’s hands, Terry did not show any signs of panic.

“Your sincerity isn’t bad. To be honest, it’s beyond my expectations.

“I thought that the next person who would come would be the guards of Cloud City or the knights of the Holy See. I didn’t expect that you’d really be willing to talk to me. The bishop even promised to cast the recovery spell to save my partner.”

Locke spread his hands and did not hide the fact that he was already prepared for battle.

“Sir, you must be joking. This is Cloud City, one of the main cities of the Church of Light. There won’t be anything that you’re worried about.”

Terry bent and made a gesture of invitation.

Outside the door, a luxurious carriage had already stopped there.

The style of the carriage was somewhat similar to the one that Angela had ridden in before, except that it lacked a touch of gentleness. The lines were more simple and smooth.

“I’m fine now. Are you really going to use the Divine Light Dragon to exchange for this treatment?”

Hathaway held Locke’s arm, her eyes misty.

She knew the value of the Divine Light Dragon better than anyone else.

Although she was Locke’s woman and was once the lord of a city, in the common values of the entire continent, she was far from being comparable to a Divine Light Dragon.

Not to mention a Divine Light Dragon, even an ordinary dragon could not compare to it.

This was a future tier seven Beastmaster.

Would a tier seven Beastmaster lack women?

“It’s just a Battle Beast. It’s nothing compared to you!

“As long as he can help you detoxify, I’ll give him even the Swamp Hydra, let alone a Divine Light Dragon.”

Locke patted Hathaway’s hand and pulled her into the carriage.

He did not even mind Terry’s expectations.

As for the magical beast crystals, gold, silver, and other financial compensation, Locke did not even look at it.

In the Mountain City, the Battle Beasts had revolted and robbed the entire city.

If Locke wanted crystals, he could not get them.

As long as he had enough money, it would be enough.

The countless Battle Beasts in the hundred thousand mountains were the wealth placed there. If he needed it, he could go and get it at any time.

The velvet in the carriage was soft and sticky, and there was a faint fragrance of a woman’s.

It was not surprising that Angela’s carriage had a fragrance, but the bishop’s carriage had a woman’s fragrance. It made one think twice.

Perhaps, like Hathaway, he had borrowed the carriage temporarily.

However, Locke’s keen sense of smell let him know that things were not as simple as they seemed.

The two had not met, but Locke already had a basic understanding of Bishop Stevenson Twain.

When the carriage stood steadily at the church entrance, Locke had even counted how many women there were in the carriage and even what posture they were in.

“Mr. Locke, we’re here.

“Bishop Stevenson Twain is waiting for you.”

Terry opened the carriage and greeted the two with impeccable etiquette.

Hathaway was in her left hand, which was wearing a lace glove. Terry was stunned for a moment before he reacted and quickly went over to help her.

He did not expect a person of Locke’s background to have such a woman by his side.

With just a small move, Terry was able to determine that Hathaway must have come from a large family.

Her position was not even below the bishop.

The temperament that came out from her every move was something that could not be cultivated without being in a high position for a long time.

Compared to Hathaway, Locke’s vulgarity was hard to accept.

It was like having just tasted an exquisite pastry when a large basin of pig’s food was suddenly brought to the table, making one lose their appetite.

Locke first stretched his back before picking his nose and taking a step forward.

He could not even stand properly due to the large steps, causing him to stagger.

“It’s so comfortable, I almost fell asleep.”

Locke got off the carriage and did not wait for Terry to lead the way as he directly walked in.

Hathaway smiled and naturally held onto Locke’s arm.

Etiquette and barbarism were perfectly blended together, without any trace of deliberate effort.

Terry once again confirmed his guess.

Only through rigorous training from a young age could etiquette be integrated into one’s bones like instinct.

Even if he met someone like Locke, he would not make a fool of himself.

“May the light always shine on you, my children.”

Stevenson Twain sat quietly behind the table. A pot of tea from the ancient Eastern continent was steaming and the fire was just right.

Everything in the room had been carefully arranged.

Stevenson Twain stood there and naturally became the focus of the entire room.

With a simple greeting, the reckless momentum that Locke had deliberately created was suppressed.

“If you have something to say, say it. Don’t take advantage of me.”

Locke rolled his eyes. Who the hell is your child?

“Terry has already told me about your matter. Now, can you tell me in detail about your injuries?”

Stevenson Twain was not affected by Locke’s words. He went straight to the point and asked about the situation.

After all, only by curing Hathaway’s injuries could he obtain the Divine Light Dragon.

“This is what happened…”

Hathaway took off the hat and handed it to Terry. Then, she gently took off her gloves and sat on the table before speaking.

Stevenson Twain frowned and glared fiercely at Terry.

Hathaway was a real aristocrat and Terry’s intelligence did not mention this point.

He had deliberately arranged for the most valuable oriental tea leaves to be used as tea for the meeting, in order to suppress Locke’s imposing manner.

When a person came into contact with an unfamiliar object, they would subconsciously feel nervous and their imposing manner would naturally wither.

Then, he could take the opportunity to gain the upper hand and take down the negotiations with the most favorable conditions.

Now, there was a change.

Ever since Hathaway entered the room, her every move was in accordance with the ancient etiquette of the aristocracy, and it was impeccable.

On the contrary, it made Stevenson Twain fall into a passive position.

A rich second generation could flaunt his wealth in front of a poor boy, but he would never mention how much property he had in front of his companions because it was a very demeaning thing.

As a rich second generation, what everyone competed for was self-control and art.

Now that Hathaway had revealed her heritage of being born into an aristocrat family, Stevenson Twain was greatly taken aback.

He could only personally brew, pour, and deliver the tea to Hathaway like a waiter.

He also gave Locke a cup.

Locke picked it up and downed it in one gulp.

Hathaway only brought it over. First, she gently sniffed the fragrance of the tea. Then, she took a small sip, closed her eyes, and tasted it carefully in her mouth.