Chapter 124 – To adapt to one’s taste (1)

Chapter 124 - To adapt to one's taste (1)

"Difficult, very difficult." Apothecary Zuo sighed. "Unless the treasure you gave could move Apothecary Leng's heart, otherwise, based on how eccentric and proud Apothecary Leng is, he would definitely not personally help to save a life."

"Even His Majesty the emperor's royal edict won't work?" Su Luo frowned, the position of a Apothecary could reach such a height?

"Yes, even if His Majesty were to send an imperial edict, it still won't be able to invite him. Afterall, Apothecary Leng is only the third Advanced Apothecaries to appear in the country of Eastern Ling." Apothecary Zuo stroked his beard, eyes filled with admiration.

Since Apothecaries were extremely rare, the royal family regarded Apothecaries as extremely important. They were even accorded with an unusually high degree of freedom.

You could even say that if an Apothecary wanted to serve the empire, they could just report their name and they would get a high post with a generous salary. A mountain of gold or silver, beautiful women and land grants, as long as their demands didn't threaten the stability of the empire, they could simply name their price.

It could thus be seen, what kind of transcendent status an Apothecary had on this continent?

Su Luo stood up. She silently glanced at Nangong Liuyun and then turned her head to Ling Feng to say. " Looks like I have to personally make a trip to Leng manor, Nangong Liuyun will be in your care."

Ling Feng's brows tightly knotted. "If Steward Xu could not invite him over, what kind of method could you have? It's better that I go!" He turned around to leave.

If polite words can't invite him over, how about being invited by force ? Others may fear to offend Leng Yan but he, Ling Feng, was not afraid!

Su Luo stopped him, her expression was calm and collected. Her tone was very firm. "Believe in me, only I can invite him to come here."

Finished speaking she spoke to Apothecary Zuo. " I still need to further impose on Apothecary Zuo to lead the way. Time is limited, Apothecary Zuo, please."

Apothecary Zuo was curious about what kind of method this Miss had to be so confident and boast that she could invite Apothecary Leng to come. Therefore, he readily agreed.

Although Ling Feng did not approve, he also did not block Su Luo. After all, this was also a chance at hope.

If Su Luo was unable to invite him to come in the end, then he would stake his life and go, even if he had to kidnap Leng Yan to get him here. Who cared about his shitty advanced Apothecary title!

Leng manor was located at a secluded place west of the city. It was close to the southern mountains, and there was no sign of human habitation. The surroundings were quiet, secluded and refined.

Su Luo got out of the horse carriage, when she saw the scene in front of her, she couldn't help but frown slightly.

In front of Leng manor's door was a wide open space, but a lot of people now kneeled in that space, like a sea of black. From a rough estimate, there were unexpectedly more than a hundred people.

What was even more shocking was that even with so many people kneeling on the ground, none of them were making a sound. Each and every one of them was like the sculptures in temples, motionless, without words, like a pile of wood.

At this moment, the dark red doors opened with a -creak- sound. From the door walked out a person in an embroidered robe, at one glance, you could tell he was a fair- and clear -skinned middle-aged man that lived like a prince. He had both hands clasped behind his back, as he arrogantly, slowly strolled out. He critically scanned the crowd of kneeling people.

Whenever he passed in front of a person, the kneeling person would reverently raise up high the tray they were holding with both hands while bowing their heads. The red painted tray held the precious gift that they brought with them.

Some were medicinal herbs that were difficult to find, some were medical books, and some were pearls of jade and crystals. The only thing that was similar was that these stuff, without exception, were not ordinary goods.

However, this Steward of the Leng manor's gaze was as cold as the manor's namesake (1). He was haughty and picky. He directly walked pass three rows and still hadn't seen anything he fancied.

The places he passed, those people had difficulty covering up the despair in their eyes.

Since the Leng household Steward had no indication of being pleased, this told them that they had no chance….

While the Leng household Steward unhurriedly strolled among these people, he also indifferently sneered. " Trash, all of this is trash! How dare all of you bring these garbage here to fool our master? Ha ha, let me tell all of you, not a chance! Hurry up and scram!"

1) The Chinese character for Leng is cold in English. So the author is implying that the family's last name of cold is appropriated to describe his manner.