I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey

ll of contempt and disdain as if to say, “I’ve already seen through you, and you know nothing about me.”

Fitch couldn't stand the arrogant mug.
He was so pissed, he burst out laughing and immediately went to Lin Jie’s side and shamelessly said, “It seems that I’m ignorant indeed.
Mr.
Lin, please help me with the introductions.
By the way, I still have loads of questions to ask you.
For example, I read the book you gave me yesterday.
Inside it says—”

Greg didn't expect that with just his single reaction, the speaking rights now belonged to Fitch.
The latter just wouldn’t stop talking.

Lin Jie was also very obliging, enthusiastically helping solve Fitch’s confusion and chatted happily with him.

Greg felt like a clown. No, the aristocratic youth gritted his teeth. This fellow is just too thick-skinned!

Fortunately, Lin Jie was someone that was always fair.
He even turned back and asked, “Lil Greg, do you want to join us for breakfast?”

Lil… Lil Greg?

Greg's felt as if his face was about to split open.
While he knew that the bookstore owner would even call someone like Wilde ‘Old Wil,’ being addressed in this manner was still somewhat difficult for him to accept…

“I’ll come!” Greg decided not to think.

Having seized the opportunity to speak, he immediately carried on, “Actually, I’ve heard from Sir Joseph about how special your bookstore is.
I'm also rather interested in the books you sell.
Since you saw through my troubles yesterday, do you have any books you might recommend for me?”

Fitch smiled insincerely.
“Ah, it's almost time! Let’s go eat first.
Breakfast would stop being served once the next banquet starts.
We have to hurry.”

This again! Greg wanted to leap over and rip this guy’s head off.
Rising blood pressure made him feel as if the veins in his temples were throbbing.
After taking several deep breaths to calm himself, he mentaly recited the ‘Grease’ incantation.

Humph, black magicians aren’t easily bullied pushovers…

Squeak—Crash!

Fitch slipped and fell flat onto the ground.
His face was blank at first before anger quickly came flooding in..

He had already blocked all his sensation of pain, but the feeling of being humiliated in front of Lin Jie was way more unbearable.

Boss Lin was caught off guard and dumbfounded by this fall on flat ground.
“Are you alright?”

Fitch got up and forced a weak smile.
“I’m fine, I’m fine…”

Lin Jie eyed the glistening puddle on the ground that hadn’t seemed to be there a second ago.
With a frown, he rubbed his chin and looked around.
“Where did this oil come from? Could it be seeping out? But that shouldn't be the case…”

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Would such a weird problem exist in a massive mansion that was being cleaned and maintained every single day?

He then abruptly looked toward Greg with a look of suspicion.

Greg's heart skipped a beat as a vague sense of extreme foreboding came over him.
As if something terrifying would happen if the owner of the bookstore in front of him realized the truth…

Thus, he uttered somewhat stiffly, “Uh… It's actually rather normal.
This sort of ground usually requires being polished by a special oil, so there might be a portion leftover somewhere.
Then, when the indoor heater is turned on, the oil melts and when a person walks past, the pressure on the floor squeezes the oil out.”

Lin Jie raised an eyebrow.
“Is that so?”

Greg nodded and patted his chest.
“As a noble, I know a little about this sort of building.
You can trust me.”

Lin Jie considered for a bit and felt that it made sense.
After all, Greg was a real aristocrat, a person with all the riches.

With a shake of his head, he patted Fitch's arm.
“Be more careful when you are walking.
Don’t fall again! Otherwise, you won’t be able to participate in the rest of the banquet if you get sent to the hospital.”

Fitch trembled, because that was his injured hand.

Did Boss Lin mean to warn him that he would be out if he wasn’t strong enough?