Dragon Master (Maximilian) novel Chapter 627

Master Benedict arrived at the Peach Blossom Tavern with his men.

After getting off the car, he stood at the entrance of the tavern with his hands behind his back, and looked at the environment of the tavern.

Master Benedict nodded his head quite satisfactorily, "The decoration is a bit antique, but I don't know how the dish tastes."

Preston walked out with a smile on his face, clasped his hands, and arched his hands to Master Benedict, "Nice to meet you, Master Benedict, and I apologize."

Master Benedict said with a foxy smile on his face, "Why do you apologize? I am now a tiger in the flat sun being bullied by dogs. You little brat just send someone to invite me, and I come here."

Preston felt a little smug in his heart. He thought it was quite refreshing that he could ask his man to call Master Benedict to come.

This man was the once-mighty Master Benedict, someone Preston once had to look up to! But time had changed; this Master Benedict was no longer Master Benedict back then. Master Benedict, who didn't have power, had become a homeless dog and was generally not valuable at all.

"Master Benedict, you are joking. I definitely didn't mean to look down on you. In my heart, Master Benedict, you are the man I respect most."

"All right, don't talk nonsense. You said you want to invite me to dinner, but I do not know if you have prepared some good food and drink. If I am not satisfied with the food and drink, don't blame me for flipping your table."

After saying this, Master Benedict walked past Preston with his hands behind his back and walked into the tavern.

Preston gritted his teeth and thought Master Benedict had become a useless man but still pretended to be a bigwig. “If I am not investing in a not-yet-powerful person in anticipation of future gain, I don’t want to suffer this anger. When my plan is successful, I will let you know my power!” Preston thought.

With a slight twinkle in his eyes, Preston turned around, smiled, and followed Master Benedict into the tavern.

"Hurry up and bring up the good wine and food and let Master Benedict taste first, so that Master Benedict will happy with the food and won’t flip the table." Preston ordered his men.

His men immediately got busy. And in the blink of an eye, a variety of dishes were served. The wine in the golden pot was poured into the jade cup.

Preston lifted the jade cup filled with wine and said, "Master Benedict, I propose a toast to you.”

Master Benedict did not pick up the wine glass, but looked at Preston slantingly, "Kid, you have to drink three glasses first. I'm the same generation as your grandfather. If you ask your grandfather to come to see you, I'm afraid it's not justified not to drink three cups in a row. Drink quickly, and come to me again afterward. "

Preston was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Master Benedict would treat him as a grandson. In Preston's mind, he could sit on an equal footing with Master Benedict.

Seeing Preston clenching his teeth, Master Benedict sneered and said, "What's wrong with you? I just said a few words, and you are not happy now? You didn't even learn how to pretend to be a grandson, but you strike an attitude in front of me. Do you really think I am useless? Even if I become a homeless dog, I am not the one you can bully. Don't you have any idea what the Richardson family is?"

Master Benedict's stormy rebuke directly made Preston completely stunned. Everything did not follow Preston's plan.

"Master Benedict, why are you looking at me like that? Is what I said wrong?" Preston asked apprehensively.

"There's nothing wrong, go on and tell me what you want to do." Master Benedict took the chopsticks, picked up the vegetables, and ate them, waiting to hear how Preston was going to clean up Maximilian.

Master Benedict was also anxious recently. Seeing that the situation was becoming more and more uncertain, and he was in the most embarrassing situation and remained powerless. If someone could come to stir up the situation, he was happy to see it. And maybe he could take the opportunity to make a profit.

Preston didn’t know what Master Benedict thought and told him his plan, but he kept the last trump card a secret.

"What do you think of my plan, Master Benedict? As long as we join hands and do something at the housewarming banquet, we can make Maximilian our prisoner. By then, we can do everything we want to ravage him."

Master Benedict smiled and nodded, "Good, your plan is very reliable, but you do not seem to need my help with this plan. I don't know why you invite me here."

"Of course I do not dare to bother you, Master Benedict. I did this to vent your anger. After I cleaned up Maximilian, you can ask him for credit. Maybe you can take back your previous position and become more powerful.”

Preston looked at Master Benedict with pleading eyes, hoping that Master Benedict could give him a positive response.

"Ha, what a good grandson! Come on, grandpa will have a drink with you." Master Benedict picked up his wine cup and touched Preston’s cup, then finished the wine in the glass.