Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning

Chapter 1596: Chapter 598: Here We Go!

The February spring wind is still cold, with snow on the roadside yet to melt.

At the roadside tea stall, the waiter lazily stretched and glanced at the guests filling the seats, pondering the shopkeeper’s early morning encounter with a magpie—indeed a good omen.

It’s not yet noon, and already so many guests have arrived.

With the shopkeeper making money, perhaps he’ll be in a good mood, and life will be easier for everyone.

Yet, for some reason, the shopkeeper didn’t seem all that pleased.

On the contrary, he appeared cautious, sitting behind the counter, seemingly counting accounts, but his gaze continuously roamed over the guests.

His left hand under the counter occasionally rubbed together.

This is his small habit whenever he’s nervous.

The waiter was bewildered.

Is the shopkeeper getting so much money that it’s making him anxious?

What is he nervous about?

Just as he was pondering this, he saw the guests inside the tea stall suddenly turn their heads to look, all with expressions of surprise.

The waiter followed their gaze to see a caravan slowly approaching from the end of the road.

A few fine horses in front carried several people.

The leader, not very old, seemed like a rich young master out on business.

Beside him were people looking like housekeepers, following closely behind.

Behind them were several carriages, covered, likely containing the family’s womenfolk.

Further back were carriage loads of goods, tightly bound on the wagons.

Walking around the carts were a group of robust men, their eyes vigilant, as if expecting bandits to suddenly attack from both sides to plunder.

The waiter was instantly delighted at the sight.

More business coming in, naturally brings joy.

He looked back at the shopkeeper’s face only to find it had turned pale.

He couldn’t help but whisper:

"Shopkeeper?"

The address sounded like thunder, causing the shopkeeper to instinctively shudder.

He glared fiercely at the waiter before gesturing him over.

The waiter, confused, slowly approached.

The shopkeeper glanced at the guests in the hall and, seeing no one looking his way, whispered:

"You cursed fool, don’t shout..."

The waiter, still bewildered, could only nod obediently.

Turning back, he saw the caravan had already arrived upfront.

The rich young master dismounted, helping several lady guests off the carriages.

The waiter, while disregarding those ladies beautiful beyond compare, focused more on an attractive maid among them.

He exclaimed inwardly, stunning!

If even a maid is so lovely, what is the background of this group?

Several gathered by the roadside, pointing towards the tea stall, and approached surrounded by guards.

The tea stall was quite full, with few empty tables.

The rich young master scanned around, slightly bowing to the shopkeeper:

"Greetings, shopkeeper."

"No need, no need."

The shopkeeper hurriedly stood up from behind the counter:

"What would you like to eat or drink?"

"Tired from travel, please prepare each of my brothers a bowl of hot tea to quench their thirst and warm themselves."

The rich young master smiled gently, like the March sunshine, his voice pleasant, engendering goodwill.

The shopkeeper heard this, struggling a bit on his face.

He finally sighed:

"Alright, alright, I’ll have someone prepare it."

"Hmm..."

The rich young master nodded slightly, about to say more, when a girl stepped forward:

"What food do you have?"

"Well... All kinds of food are available."

"Alright, prepare us five trays of big meat steamed buns."

The shopkeeper was initially puzzled, thinking five trays of buns, are you planning to overfeed someone here?

But after glancing back at the caravan’s members, he suddenly realized:

"Alright, alright, should be enough."

The rich young master then glared at the girl.

The girl smiled broadly, despite her good looks, her smile was full of simplicity.

The rich young master sighed:

"Besides steamed buns, if there’s any roast chicken, roast goose, pork knuckle, or beef and lamb, please bring them out, along with some hot tea, much obliged."

"Alright, alright."

The waiter listened with a big smile, nodding repeatedly.

"Please sit comfortably, I’ll bring it right to you."

The rich young master nodded gently and led his group to an empty table to sit.

The tea stall guests’ gaze occasionally lingered on the caravan, then returned to their own business.

Some eyes showed slight greed, but after thinking something over, sighed, and settled back down.

Beside the rich young master sat a breathtaking woman with her hair in a lady’s knot. Observing all inside the tea stall, she whispered:

"Husband... These people..."

The rich young master smiled slightly, reassuring her:

"We will leave after eating, won’t be a problem."

"Alright."

The woman nodded slightly.

The waiter was then holding a large tray of buns, ready to walk out.

The girl who spoke earlier glanced over and quickly called out:

"Hey, where are you taking those buns?"

The waiter turned in surprise: "Aren’t these for those guys?"

"They had breakfast already, bring them to me,"

The girl shouted angrily.

"..."

The waiter looked confused, placed the large tray of buns in front of the girl.