Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Power!

The strength men crave!

All across the city, many began to make their moves.

And in a blink of an eye, another 4 days had gone by.

As usual, Dorian stopped cultivating and left the space, meeting Butler Sheng in his bedroom chambers.

As a good butler and one of the few staff left in the Tian household, Butler Sheng changed the drapes and beddings, though Dorian hardly used his bed.

"Good morning, Grandmaster."

"Morning, Sheng."

Dorian replied, heading straight for the showers.

And in the meantime, Butler Sheng took his laundry, leaving the scene very respectfully.

He was holding onto the Grandmaster's already worn pieces of clothing.

So how could he not treat them with care, as though they were gold?

[Round up your duties before midday. We'll be leaving earlier than planned.]

Butler Sheng paused, listening to Dorian's telepathic message, before finally leaving the room.

Today, he, Raulin, and the Grandmaster were supposed to head out at 4 P.M to open their stall, leaving the other 3 to take care of all Estate matters.

However, it looks like the Grandmaster planned to do so earlier than expected.

'I should properly get more talismans.' Butler Sheng thought, not wanting to be caught in an unexpected pinch.

Who could predict how the day would go?

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Breakfast, casual meetings with many guests.

Dorian had always reserved the early hours of the day for meeting personal clients who came by after meeting him at the stalls.

There were just some issues that couldn't be taken care of on a jiffy.

Some were simple, needing only his talismans at the stalls and his advice to solve the matters all on their own.

But some matters required him to take a look at them personally.

One by one, people came in as scheduled amidst the snooping eyes of some of the stay-in doctors and nurses.

In particular, Alice had still not given up in pinning Dorian down.

She needed dirt on the people here.

Anything to get her transferred out of this place and back into the real, busy, and bubbling hospital life, making a name for herself and gathering more fame.

Who would want to be hidden away in a corner while others are out there in the spotlight?

"Alice! Keep up!"

"Yes." She replied, unwillingly peeling her gaze away from the strange visitors leaving the grand hall.

It was time for her shift.

She and several others now have to watch the coma-stricken Tian couple on the highest floor.

'Soon, I'll find all the secrets you're hiding.' Those were her last thoughts before her shift.

In the meantime, the already dressed-up Butler Sheng who had his coat, calmly walked in with Dorian's coat, assisting him in putting it on.

"Grandmaster, Raulin is already in the vehicle with the box."

"Hmmm... Let's go."

12, midday.

It was time to open their shed.

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"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah~."

The constant mumblings of the crowd grew distant in the ears of a perplexed man walking in the streets with a dazed expression.

The sun was up, the atmosphere was cheerful, and the roads were very congested.

However, no matter how loud and bubbly the streets were, the man couldn't hear anything at all.

His hearing was alright. But his brain was just in a different place, thinking of all the troubles he'd been facing during these last few weeks.

Why?

Why did it seem that when one issue hits a person, all others come together, hitting him all at once?

With very saggy eyes and messy yet balding hair, he looked very unkempt and crazed.

The gentle summer breeze blew his scanty hair ever so gently as though bombing through his thoughts.

What should he do? What should he do?

He used to be a fairly chubby person.

One couldn't say he was fat, and one couldn't say he was thin as well.

But after these problems smacked him in the face one after another, he had lost all his initial fat, becoming very slender in size.

Many who knew him thought he was sick.

But only he knew that his body was breaking down from running about and having sleepless nights.

Suicide?

He didn't dare to do it. And the guilt was too much to bear.

If he left his family at a time like this, giving them the full weight of his worries, then even in death, he wasn't sure he would be able to rest in peace.

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On the streets, the man would move and stop from time to time, talking to himself with his gaze permanently fixed to the floor.

Borrow money?

Sorry.

Those that he thought were friends turned out to be selfish hypocrites.

Throughout his life, he had always been a person who would help those he considered as family.

He had friends he lent out a lot of money to over the years.

You say your son needs money to buy a house to woo his future wife?

No problem. Since you're family, I'll lend you the money.

Things have always been like that.

And though he wasn't giving them money to one day recollect it back, now that he was in a pickle and needed any form of money or assistance, his so-called friends didn't even try helping him out.

Out of his 7 sworn brothers, only one of them desperately tried his best, though it still wasn't enough to cover his predicament.

Still, he was grateful to that friend.

The man had a sad expression, trying to hold his tears back when thinking of the truly painful matter that weighed heavily on his heart.

Sigh...

It didn't concern his debt but his past.

The man finally coached to the ground leaning at the corner of a building, seemingly lost in thought.

'What should I do now?'

Almost immediately, the words of several passerbys echoed in his ears.

"Hey! Have you heard? There seems to be a loony stall opened up by some mad scam artist."

"Ahh! I've heard about that one too. It's said that it's opened by some crazy rich generation youngster that's just having some fun outside."

"Exactly! Divination? Does he think we're mentally retarded?"

"Hey. You never know. I heard that those who aa whim claimed to have all their worries go away."

"Fake! He definitely hired actors to do it!"

(*^*)

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Whoosh!

Speedily, the man raised his head to look at the passerbys.

Can make all problems go away?

Though he didn't believe it, the man still decided to give it a try.

After all, what else did he have to lose?

'Grandmaster? Where can I find his stall?'