Bloodline Lord of War

  Chapter 72 Obviously I came first

   During the time when the manager in the lobby was reporting to Buck, the girl at the counter led Robin to the reception area of ​​the lobby, served him a cup of iced tea to cool off the heat, and asked Robin to wait here for a while respectfully.

   Just as Robin sat down, a man suddenly came over.

  This man was in his twenties, handsome, well-groomed, sat across from Robin with a smile, and said very familiarly, "Sir, are you also here to see Viscount Buck?"

  Robin looked up at him strangely, thinking who are you?

   "My name is Philip, and I'm a baron just like you." The man pointed to the noble medal on his chest with a proud expression on his face.

   Robin picked up the iced tea, took a sip, and ignored him.

   "I heard the conversation you had with the waiter at the front desk just now."

   This man named Philip is thicker than a city wall. Robin already has an obvious indifferent expression of "don't talk to me", and he can continue to talk.

"Actually, like you, I also came to see Viscount Buck. I have a big deal to discuss with the Viscount. However, I have been here for a month, and I haven't seen him. Every time I am in charge, I always reply, Buck. The Viscount is busy and has no time."

  Philip sighed in frustration.

  Robin put down his teacup, looked up at him, and thought: Could this guy find resonance with me?

   "One month, you can still hold on." Robin was a little taken aback by Philip's single-mindedness. He changed his mind temporarily and decided to have a chat with this silly boy.

   "No way, Viscount Barker is a big shot. For a little baron like us in a remote country, it is almost impossible to meet him."

  Maybe because Robin was dressed too plainly, Philip naturally equated him with Robin. Compared with the two, Philip's dress did look richer.

   "Let me tell you, don't expect too much. I've seen a lot of people like you, and they ran over foolishly holding gifts, and in the end I couldn't even see Viscount Buck."

   As a "experienced person", Philip began to impart his experience to Robin.

   "The steward in the lobby will come back and tell you that Viscount Buck is receiving distinguished guests and he won't see you for a while. If you ask him, when will Viscount Buck be free? He will answer you, but he doesn't know."

  Philip shook his head helplessly, obviously all of the above was his personal experience.

   "I can memorize their rhetoric."

  Robin gradually understood that Philip took him for the same trick.

   "Then are you still willing to wait here?" Robin asked suspiciously.

  After listening to Robin's question, Philip suddenly regained his energy, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, his eyes sparkled.

   "I want to impress Viscount Buck with my sincerity. I believe that as long as I keep waiting, Lord Viscount will meet me sooner or later."

   He said triumphantly. "Today, I also waited here all morning."

   Facing Philip's "persistence", Robin was speechless for a moment. If such a person was in his hometown, his head would definitely be kicked by a donkey.

   "Oh, yeah, then keep going." Robin didn't know what to say for a moment.

   "I haven't seen you before, is this your first time to see Viscount Buck?" Philip seemed to never finish his chatterbox.

   Robin nodded as a response.

   "Haha, then you have to wait for a long time. You will definitely not see Viscount Buck today. I came here before you. If the Viscount wants to see me, he must see me first." Philip said proudly.

   Maybe it was because he talked too much, or maybe it was because the weather was too hot. Philip suddenly felt a little thirsty. He looked at the iced tea that Robin had just drank on the table, and swallowed greedily.

  He was still very surprised: "The rules have been changed today? I even served you iced tea, which I never gave before."

   After finishing speaking, he turned his head and yelled at the counter in the distance. "Hey, serve me a cup of iced tea too, I'm also a guest."

  However, no one paid any attention to him.

  At this time, the lobby steward came down from the second floor. He looked serious and hurried towards Robin.

  As soon as Philip saw that the steward had come down, he immediately stood up and leaned forward graciously.

   "Mr. Steward, is Lord Buck free today? Can you see me?"

  The steward gave him a perfunctory smile, and replied: "I'm really sorry, my master doesn't have time today."

  Philip was very annoyed, and sighed: "Okay."

  Then, he turned and said to Robin who was still sitting in place. "Look, I said that I will definitely not see the Viscount today."

  Before Philip finished speaking, he saw the steward passed him, came to Robin, and said respectfully:

   "Master Baron, sorry to keep you waiting, my master is waiting for you on the third floor, please follow me."

   "Okay." Robin was very calm, stood up, and lifted the box.

  Philip was stunned at the moment, he immediately stopped the steward, and asked in astonishment: "Mr. steward, didn't you say that the Viscount has no time?"

  The steward said perfunctorily: "My master really doesn't have time, no time."

   "Why do you still see him when you don't have time?" Philip raised his hand and pointed at Robin.

  The butler's thinking was very flexible, and he immediately replied: "It's because I want to see Mr. Robin, so I don't have time."

  Philip was at a loss for words for a moment, as if...that was the reason.

   But then, Philip felt something was wrong.

   "No, no, obviously I came first, why did the Viscount see him first and not me?"

  Philip is still entangled, but the steward no longer wants to talk to him.

   "Sorry, Mr. Philip, you'd better come back tomorrow."

   After finishing speaking, the steward ignored Philip, turned around and bowed to Robin, with a very respectful attitude: "Master Baron, this way please."

  Robin walked past Philip, glanced at the silly boy, and shook his head helplessly.

After all, the two chatted a few words. He originally wanted to persuade Philip not to do stupid things, but he thought, this stupid boy can wait for a month in a daze, and it is estimated that nothing he said will work, so he just said nothing. Did not say.

  Under the steward's guidance, Robin walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor. Philip stood where he was, staring blankly at the back of Robin leaving, his head still a little dazed.

   "What's the situation? Obviously I came first."

  …

   "My lord, my master is waiting for you inside, please go ahead."

  Standing in front of the office on the third floor, the steward in the lobby bowed to Robin again, and then withdrew.

  Robin was not polite, he just pushed the door and walked in.

  As soon as he entered the door, he saw Viscount Buck sitting behind his desk in the huge office, looking at Robin with a cold face.

   "Long time no see, Baron Robin." Buck said sullenly, with a sneer on his face.

  Buck's desk is facing the door, and in front of the desk is a couch for guests to sit on.

   "Your office is nice."

   Robin looked at Buck's office, walked to the desk, and sat down on the sofa, as casually as if he had come to his own home.

  Buck frowned unhappily: "I haven't asked you to sit down yet."

   Robin chuckled disdainfully: "I've already sat down."

  (end of this chapter)