32 Wings Disappeared

Trevon woke in a good mood. He checked the mechanical clock in his room and it was 7.00. It was a good night. He saw Master Rabbink still sleeping. It slept on a pet bed, that Trevon didn't know where it came from.

However, it annoyed Trevon. He had slept on an expensive spirit jade bed, but this Rabbink's pet bed seemed to be made from better spirit jades. It was the spirit jades used for cultivation mat. Even his grandpa mat wasn't as dark as the one used by Master Rabbink. That was a misuse of natural treasures.

The Rabbink opened his eye. "What are you doing?!" It screamed. Master Rabbink didn't feel good that a male was watching it sleep.

"You didn't do anything bad to this pure Rabbink, right?" Master Rabbink check its fur. [All were still there.]

"Who wants to do anything bad to a rabbink?" Trevon wanted to puke. Other than being an ancient, this Rabbink was also a male.

"I heard so many rumors about you. What would happen if one of those is true?" Master Rabbink jumped from its bed. It turned around and started to eat its bed. "It was a delicious morning snack." It felt happy.

"Do you have to eat your own bed?" Trevon had seen Master Rabbink eat the painting before. He tried to keep himself calm, but he couldn't.

"I am a Rabbink. It is nothing strange. Besides, it is only some common billion-year spirit jades anyway. I had too much in my house."

Trevon really wanted to cry again. [That is billion-year spirit jades as a snack.] His cultivation mat during his youth was just made from thousand-year spirit jades. It was already luxury for a great family like McArthur.

"Are you jealous? If you can be a God, this billion-year spirit jades would like a cereal in your breakfast. It is nothing special. You could use your core to make them. Now, you start wanting to become a God, right? It is the best job in the universes."

"Really?"

"Yes! This is the lifestyle of a God, eating billion-year old treasure for snacks. Gwahahaha."

This was another motivation for Trevon. [Wouldn't those girls want to be with me with billion-year-old treasure as snacks?]

"Of course, they would. You could get any girls you want in your universe. Everything is your property. So now go level up yourself!"

"Of course!"

Trevon went to the bathroom. He turned the faucet. [Huh? Another maintenance?]

He went outside to call Jack and Jerry. But what happened after he opened the door shocked him.

Everything was in damaged. Some trees fell. The statues in the garden were destroyed. Some ornaments on the pavilion were gone. Some workers already made repairs in some areas.

"What happened?"

"Morning, Young Master." Jerry said. He didn't look good. "There was a huge hurricane last night. You are already in your room when it happened. Young master didn't hear it?"

"What?"

"It destroyed 2 districts in Redwood City. Luckily, our pavilion is made from strong materials, so only a few ornaments are damaged."

"I can't get any water in my room." It was the most important thing for Trevon.

"Our main water tank was destroyed. It is being repaired right now."

"So, there is no water for now?" Trevon asked.

"Yes, Young Master."

"Then, what are you waiting for? Buy some water for my bath!" He ordered. Trevon had never gone out without taking a bath. He didn't want to stay in the room for a day.

"Yes, Young Master." Jack and Jerry went to purchase some water barrels for their young master.

Trevon returned to his room.

"Is this because of Troublemeter?" He asked.

"It is the small trouble for you." Master Rabbink said. "As long as you pressed it, it would call the possible trouble for you based on its light." Master Rabbink cleaned itself using some water element.

"It was small trouble?" Trevon shocked. [The hurricane destroyed 2 districts. I have only 1 life.]

"Yes, it is. You should try to press it while its light is brighter. Gwahahaha."

"No, thank you." Trevon was jealous. It was very easy for Master Rabbink cleaned itself. The Rabbink just passed the warm water wall created by a combination of fire and water elements, then entered the hot air from a combination of fire and wind elements to dry its fur.

"Wait! Did you take a bath in front of me?"

"It isn't a bath. I only removed some dirt from my fur. How could this pure Rabbink take a bath in front of a perverted person like you?"

"What?" Trevon tried to grab the Rabbink but it was another miss.

"Gwahahaha." Master Rabbink ran.

Trevon was waiting in his room for 30 minutes before Jack and Jerry returned. They brought several barrels of waters.

"Heat them for me!" It was a tiring process to heat the water. Therefore, he ordered Jack and Jerry to heat it for him.

He bathed for another 30 minutes before he went outside his bedroom.

"Alright! Let us call Jonathan! Where is he?"

"He should be in the training hall." Jerry said.

"Then, call him! I will be in the dining hall."

Trevon and Jack went to the Dining Hall. When he arrived at that place, Master Rabbink was happily eating.

"Morning, Kid!" It took another steak and chewed it. Then, it went inside one of the buffet bars.

[I won't pick any food from that bar.] Trevon remembered the bar.

Not long after, Trevon sat on a table and asked a servant for some coffee. People in the dining hall, all talked about the storm.

"Let me update you! This morning I passed through the Wind street. All stores in the area were destroyed."

"Do you know? That young master Jacob Redwood was disappeared during the hurricane last night. His entire pavilion was destroyed by the hurricane."

"Is that real? How could a noble cultivator's house be destroyed by a hurricane?"

"Psst... There was a gossip in the marketplace. It was said the destruction was conducted by a Rank 3 warrior. Perhaps the Redwood family did some cleaning for the accident 4 days ago."

"If a Rank 3 warrior involved, it wouldn't be strange."

Trevon heard the end of a spoiled young master. [Another foolish one.] He thought.

Trevon as a young master always kept everything in check. He had never done and would never do anything too bad.

He had never and would never rape, steal somebody woman, woo an underage girl, or kill someone else. That was his value.

He liked a matured girl anyway and he didn't want to have a force joining. He also believed he was the most handsome young master in Heavenly Phoenix. Why did he need to steal somebody else woman? Those ladies were the one who should run into his arm. He had Margareth, Cecillia, and numerous other ladies whom he could visit anytime he wanted. [Hwehwehwe.] He lost in his delusion.

His thought was broken by Jerry and Jonathan.

"Good Morning, Master." Jonathan greeted Trevon.

Trevon hadn't checked Jonathan since he upgraded his Scout skill. He scouted Jonathan.

[Name: Jonathan]

[Age: 20 years]

[Sex: Male]

[Species: Human]

[Potential: 1/52]

[Determination: 32]

[Cultivation Speed: 73]

[Loyalty: 65]

[Talent: Archery, Fighting – Hand, Cooking]

[Ability: Flame Punch (Man), Fire Slash (Man), Earth Protecting Barrier (Earth)]

[At least his cultivation speed isn't that bad.] Trevon was happy with the result. He didn't like the slightly above average loyalty. He wanted one with the top loyalty, but a beggar couldn't be a chooser. He was not even an elder. Having a potential Rank 3 warrior following him was already good.

"I want you to learn archery from tomorrow." Trevon ordered.

"Yes, Master." Jonathan wanted to complain. [I am a front-line warrior, Master.] Most warriors wanted to be a melee warrior. There was a higher chance for merit if one was a melee soldier than an archer.

"I will ask for your daily progress. If you fail..." Trevon stopped his sentences. He needed to force this low determination man.

"I won't, Master." Jonathan really wanted to cry. This young master on a whim turned him into an archer.

"Good. Today, I want to rent a building with the longest balcony." Trevon said.

"Eh?" Jonathan was surprised at the sudden request. He thought for a while before answering.

"There are 3 buildings that have long or many windows."

"What are they?" Trevon asked.

"The first one was a former gallery, it is unused right now. The second one is a theater, but the second floor advertised for rental. The third one is a big house owned by Redwood family. It used to house 3.000 people, so it had numerous windows."

"I want one that entire windows could be seen from one location."

"Then it is either the first or the second."

"Fine. I want to visit those two locations after breakfast."

45 minutes later, they arrived at the first location. The building was located quite far from the McArthur family pavilion, but the second location was even further. It was a building in a slum part of the city. Formerly, it was the center area of the old Redwood City. Nevertheless, the city grew and it became part of the poor region of the city.

"This building is nice." Trevon saw the long balcony on the second floor. Even better, it had 4 long windows in 4 sides of the building.

"Let's look inside!" Trevon wanted to look inside.

"I am sorry, Master. It is a private property. We couldn't enter it." Jonathan said.

"Do you see the word 'cannot' in my face? Call the owner!"

"Master, the owner is a widow of a Redwood family elder. Young master might not be able to ask her to come here."

"Er... Then, let's see from the balcony! Jack, take me to the balcony!" He knew he couldn't force an elder's wife.

"Yes, Young Master."

"Wait for us, Young Master!" Jerry carried Jonathan to the balcony.

"Hm... The place is nice." Trevon saw the inside of the building. It was a bit broken, but it suited what he needed. There were several walls obstructing the view, but he could destroy them later on. Trevon walked around the balcony. [It can accommodate 3.000 small tables. Nice.]

"Let's us check the second location!" Trevon said. Jack and Jerry then carried Trevon and Jonathan back to the street. There were numerous people watching them, but nobody dared to disturb them. From the capability to jump to the second floor, people already knew that they were from a cultivation family. They were someone whom they couldn't offend.

They walked another 10 minutes before they arrived at the destination. Being a cultivator, each of them could walk faster and longer than common people. Because of this, Trevon decided not to use a carriage. He was faster than a carriage, he also could purchase things on the way.

"This is it, Master." Jonathan showed a large building. There was a big sign with the name 'Redwood Rainbow Theatre'.

"Let's us see inside!" Trevon went into the building. In the lobby, they could see numerous posters for the shows. They were made by some painters. Compared to Grand Master Vale, they were not lifelike.

Trevon saw one of the posters. It was about a girl who was separated from his lover by her family. [A classic love drama.] Trevon thought. It was very popular among the young ladies.

The group went to the second floor. The building was clean. There were also signs of people coming to purchase the ticket. Trevon loved this building.

[It is really long.] Trevon saw the window on the balcony. It could hold 1.500 small tables. It was shorter than the previous building, but the window was a big and long one in front of the building. The location currently used as an indoor park with a small cafe on it.

"Is this place rentable?" Trevon asked.

"I believe so, Master." Jonathan answered.

"Go ask the owner about the rent cost! I want to rent the location for a year. Also, you should ask the previous building's owner about the rental fee. I want to be allowed to modify the second floors into a hall. I want the report as soon as possible."

"Yes, I will."

"I also want you to find the price for a small table and a chair for it. I want them to be like the one used in a teahouse. Find the cheapest, but the one with the highest durability possible! I don't care about the ornament." Trevon added. He only wanted to make a restaurant for himself, he didn't want to use something expensive.

"What do you want to make, Young Master?" Jerry asked.

"I want to open a restaurant." Trevon said. He wanted to cheat the mission. Yesterday test showed it was possible.

"What kind of restaurant, Young Master?"

"Something common like a teahouse. Ah... Jonathan, you also need to find some caterings for my restaurant. I don't plan to cook."

"Yes, Young Master."

Jerry was relieved after hearing the answer. It was not those strange business plans from his young master. In the past, their young master had opened the super sexy winehouse, super sexy steakhouse, and many more super sexy ideas.

The ideas worked. There were numerous people visited the premise, but problems appeared. Some people fight for a certain waitress. The biggest complaints were from other young ladies since Trevon didn't hire super sexy male servants. The Bluestar city council also complained about the damage to the society.

Finally, it turned into a very big mess, when some elders from big families visited the location. After some complaints from the elders' wives to the McArthur family, Trevon was ordered to close the business. Luckily, their young master had already sold some shares to other young masters in Bluestar.

"Good. Now I want to continue to the fruit market." Trevon said. Jack and Jerry could imagine what would happen.

Trevon, Jack, and Jerry went to the fruit market while Jonathan asked around for the rental fee of the two locations.

He visited another fruit store.

"Do you what I want?" Trevon believed other nearby fruit merchants already knew the reason he came.

"Yes, Young Master." The merchant felt depressed.

"Be happy, I will purchase some fruits after."

"Yes, Young Master." The merchant grumbled on his heart. [That wouldn't be enough for the doctor.]

The next 3 hours was another point and pick fruit mission. The merchant even called his assistants to help him picking those fruits.

In the end, the three of them were too tired to continue and fainted. Trevon finally purchased some fruit for them for the efforts.

Trevon actually wanted to visit Nana first after training with the fruit merchant. However, the family beast taming department was further in the east part of the city. He decided to find some foods to eat.

It was around 13.00, so Trevon understood the reason those 3 fell. [They haven't eaten their lunch.] He thought.

The merchant would complain if they heard him. There would be no one who could run 3 hours non-stop. That was a marathon. They all weren't athletes.

As for lunch, Trevon could eat anytime he wanted. As a cultivator, he could live even without any foods and waters as long as he had enough spirit energy. Nevertheless, he would feel hunger and thirst.

"Where do you want to go from here, Young Master?" Jerry asked.

"Let's go find some food!" There were numerous restaurants in the city. Trevon looked around before finding a chicken wing restaurant. It seemed popular.

"Let's just eat here!" Trevon looked into the numerous customers waiting in the line. It was already passed the peak lunch hour, but there were still numerous customers.

Trevon didn't line with other customers. He directly entered the restaurant. There were some customers who wanted to scold Trevon, but after seeing his clothes, they all stopped.

"Is there any VIP room here?" He asked.

"I am sorry, Sir. Our restaurant doesn't have VIP Rooms." One of the waitresses answered.

"Oh! Then give your best table." Trevon asked.

"Fine. What is your queuing number, Sir?"

"What is the queuing number?" Trevon asked.

"When you started at the end of the line, our attendants will give you a number. Until your number called, you must wait in the queue."

"I am a McArthur. Do I have to wait?" Trevon started to get angry. He had never needed to queue.

"I am sorry, Sir. This is the rule created by my boss. Cultivators are no exception here."

"Who is your boss?" Jerry felt the restaurant didn't respect the McArthur family.

"I am." A big man appeared from the kitchen.

"Do you who this young man is? His last name is McArthur." Jerry spoke for Trevon.

At the same time, Trevon was shocked. He often used [Scout] ability lately.

[Name: Orlan McArthur]

[Age: 621 years]

[Sex: Male]

[Species: Human]

[Potential: 51/56]

[Determination: 42]

[Cultivation Speed: 89]

[Loyalty: 78]

[Talent: Fighting – Sword, Fighting – Saber, Fighting – Spear, Cooking]

[Ability: Flash Slash (Heaven), Quick Slash (Heaven), McArthur 32 Stances 3rd Level (Heaven), Thundering Slash (Star), Great Earth Movement (Star), Iron God Finger (Star), Basic Sword (Star), Basic Saber (Sky), ..., 3 Elemental Barriers (Man), Quick Slash (Man)]

[F*CK! This man is a McArthur elder.] Trevon felt a cold sweat. He saw that long list of martial arts. Its panel even towering above his head. [I should remove this panel if I saw a Rank 3 warrior.]

"Do you really disrespect the McArthur family?" Jerry started to feel angry. It was the first time he needed to queue in a common restaurant. All restaurants always gave priority to cultivators.

[F*CK! Now I felt Jerry becoming those lackeys in the AST story. Do not bring me if you are looking for death!] Trevon paled.

"Gwahahaha." Master Rabbink laughed. "Did you just press the troublemeter?" It asked.

"Trevon greets Grand Elder Orlan. I am sorry for me and my bodyguard's behavior, Grand Elder Orlan." Trevon bowed. He moved forward before Jerry could speak something worse.

"Eh? Young Master?" Jerry was confused. [Why did young master call this man Grand Elder? Don't tell me!] He felt a cold sweat.

"Who are you?" The man asked.

"My name Trevon, son of Alvaro, grandson of Douglas." Trevon answered his background.

"I don't know you or Alvaro, but I have met Douglas before. However, I am no longer an active elder, so you should not call me an elder." The man returned to the kitchen.

"If you want to eat here, you must line from the back. I don't care if you are a McArthur or a princess. If you don't follow the rule, you can't enter." Orlan's voice was heard from behind the kitchen door.

"Young Master, what should we do?" Jerry asked.

"Line of course." Trevon said. Normally he would angry if he was treated like this, but he knew the man's fist was stronger than his. [Just you wait! I will empty your store. It won't be easy to drive me out.] He would take revenge based on rules. Rules were meant to be broken. [Hahahaha.]

Trevon, Jack, and Jerry finally joined the queue line. He received number 1.068.

"Gwahahaha. This would be 30 minutes." Master Rabbink laughed. It felt happy to see someone disciplined this unruly young master.

[Why do you think I need to wait for 30 minutes?] Trevon asked Master Rabbink. [Look at this! I will teach an old rabbink some tricks.]

He tapped the person in front of him. "Hey, you in front of me! Don't you have something to do?" Trevon asked.

"What?" The person was confused. [Why this young master talked to me? What is something that I need to do?]

"You planned to move behind me. Do you forget that?"

"Eh?" The person was confused, but suddenly he realized. "Oh, you are correct Young Master. I am still waiting for my friends." The person moved behind Trevon.

"Good." Trevon moved 1 queue further. "Hey!" Trevon called the man in front of him.

"Oh! I am sorry, I also need to wait for someone. Young Master could go first." Another man moved behind.

"Good." Trevon moved another queue further. In less than 3 minutes, he had already become the first customer in the queue. While Orlan dared to discipline him, those customers were just common people.

"The waitress who was about received the next customer was confused. [Why this young master is in front of the queue? Didn't he listen to the boss rule?]

"What is your number, Sir?"

"It is 1.368" Trevon answered.

"But we are calling people number 1.342" The waitress said.

Trevon looked behind. "Who is number 1.342?"

"It is me." A merchant answered.

"Do you want to go now or do you still wait for your friend?" Trevon asked.

"Young Master can go first. I still need to wait for my friend." The merchant answered. He wouldn't dare to mess with a cultivator.

"See?" Trevon asked the waitress.

"Then it should be number 1.343 turn."

"I am sorry, Miss. I was also waiting for my friend." The man with the number 1.343 answered.

This continued until number 1.368. The waitress understood. This young master forced his way from the back into the front. These customers weren't their master. They didn't dare to complain to this shameless young master.

"It looks like my turn now. Please show me the way!" Trevon asked the waitress to lead the way.

"Yes, Sir." The waitress invited Trevon to a table in the middle of the room.

Trevon just sat and ordered 20 dozen wings. He knew there was a cleaning service in his group.

Master Rabbink already wagging its small tail when it heard the portion. "I want more, it isn't enough."

"Young Master, is that person really an elder from our family?" Jerry asked.

"I don't know."

[Eh?] Jerry was confused. "How does young master know he is an elder?"

"Just a hunch. Look at that bulky body and his face. He looked similar to a grand elder that I have seen." Trevon lied. [I couldn't answer because I used Scout skill, right?]

"Is it alright for us to eat here? He doesn't seem to like to see a McArthur."

"It doesn't matter. We are customers. We are a king. I want to see a grand elder serves this king."

"WHO ORDERED 240 WINGS?!" Orlan's voice was heard from the kitchen.

There was another voice answering to Orlan.

"OH?"

Somebody opened the door.

"Why are you here?" Orland appeared from behind the kitchen door. "You have to line if you want to order."

"I have lined. All other customers can be my eyewitness." Trevon opened his fan and fanned himself.

"You..."

Orlan looked into the first customer on the line. "Sir, did this young master line before?"

"Yes. He queued from behind." The first customer answered.

"Yes. Young Master joined the line." Another queued customer answered.

"See? I am a rule-abiding person." Trevon said.

"Hmph..." Orlan harrumphed. "There is another rule for you to hear. It is maximum 2 dozen per customer."

"What?" Trevon wanted to protest. [There is a vacuum cleaner in my group.]

"I accept no complaint. Do you want or not?"

"Yes. I want to order 6 dozen then!" Trevon said. [No, wings for you, Rabbink!]

Orlan returned to the kitchen, while a waitress served the tea to Trevon's table.

"I want to file a complaint. This is an unjust treatment for a Rabbink. I will complain to the Rabbink Right Organization, or RRO." Master Rabbink punched the table. The resonance shocked all tables in the room.

"Earthquake!" The customers ran. Some hid below the table.

[What is Rabbink Right Organization? That is your own problem. I have tried to order your portion of 14 dozen.] Trevon kept sitting. He knew it was just a hungry rabbink, not an earthquake.

"You! Look at the contract!" Master Rabbink opened its contract again.

"Here stated that you are responsible but not limited to, my accommodation, food, welfare, ..." Master Rabbink continued for 5 minutes. "... and my medical benefit."

[Not this contract again! I have ordered, but the shop didn't sell. That is your problem.] Trevon complained.

Trevon took the glass on the table and pour the tea. At the same time, the ran away customers returned to the store again. They discussed the earthquake.

"Here is your order!" A servant brought the wings to Trevon table.

Trevon quickly shared the wing between his plate, Jerry's, and Jack's.

"You!" Master Rabbink started to take the wings from those plates. "I will not stop until I got my 14 dozen."

[This Rabbink!] Trevon complained in his heart, but he had to quickly eat or he wouldn't get any. There was no grace in his eating method. Trevon had to become barbarous with this Rabbink in his table.

People looked into Trevon. [What's wrong with this young master? Is he a beggar or a young master?] People wondered.

"Gwa...!!! My wings disappear." One of the customers complained.

"My wings are gone too!!!" Another screamed.

"Mine too!"

"It disappeared in front me." Another customer shocked. All customers started to grab their own wings. But it was futile. It was gone from their hands.

"Gone!" Another screamed. Even when he protected the wings, it was gone.

"My Wing!!!" Another customer screamed. He has hugged the wings, but it was gone.

"It's still disappeared." A female customer hid it under her robe, but Master Rabbink could teleport it.

A cultivator customer used a wind element wall to protect his wing. "It disappears." He saw the wings disappeared behind his wind wall.

"You need to use holy elemental martial arts to protect the wing." His friend created numerous holy elemental barriers around his wing. "Eh??? It didn't work."

"Here is a lock talisman!" A customer, who was also a talisman master, used his talisman. Yet his wing also disappeared. One scream and another shouted.

"What's wrong?!" Orlan got out of the kitchen again with some wings still on his wok.

His face showed his discontent because those screams were disturbing his kitchen. [This must be because that spoiled young master creating trouble.]

"My wings were gone."

"My wings also."

"Yes, my wings disappeared."

Customers who found their wings disappeared complained. While those wings were cheap, but it was still the most expensive and delicious wings in the city. They had to queue for 30 minutes to get it.

"You! What are you doing?" Orlan looked into Trevon who was about to eat his last wing.

[Eh? Why me?] Trevon complained in his heart. But his last wings also disappeared. It disappeared from his hand. "You!!!" He stared in the Master Rabbink direction. Trevon lost his concentration because of Orlan.

"Gwahahaha." The Rabbink kept eating. It even went to the wok.

"The wings in the wok also disappeared!" A customer shouted.

Orlan saw his wings started to disappear. "STOP!!!" He used his aura to press everything and everyone in his store.

"Gwahh!!!" All people couldn't move. Some even fell to the floor, but the wings still disappeared.

[What's wrong? My pressure didn't affect the thief? It can't be.] Orlan shocked.

[Aw...] Trevon was pressed to the table like most other customers.

Orlan removed his pressure since it didn't work.

"It's a ghost!" One of the customers started to scream. Even the pressure that made all customer stopped was ineffective. What else other than a ghost?

"GHOST!!!" People started to scream. Some were praying to various different Gods. Few even fainted.

"Here is my payment!" One customer quickly left some money and ran from the store.

"Here is mine."

"Wait for me!" Another customer quickly left the payment and ran after his friend.

Soon the store was empty. All customers in the queue ran. They didn't want to mess with a supernatural being. Only Trevon group and fainted customers were left behind.

[Should I run or faint?] Trevon thought.

Orlan stared into Trevon.

"I am also a victim!" Trevon quickly said. "How about inviting a priest to purify the store?"

"Go!" Orlan didn't want to see this McArthur young master. [Something is wrong here. It started since this young master came into my store. But even ghost should be pressured by my aura.] He wondered.

Trevon was like a criminal who was released from punishment. "Yes, Grand Elder." Trevon bowed.

He left some money on the table and quickly ran. Jack and Jerry bowed and ran behind Trevon.

Orlan still looked into Trevon back. [Hmph... It is just my imagination, there is no way a spoiled young master can steal under my pressure. I should call a priest.]

"Call a priest!" He ordered one of the waiters.

"Yes, Boss."