"Atu, it's a good thing for young people to be energetic...but they still need to exercise some restraint. Uncle was also young once... I know how strong the desires of young people can be, but no matter what, you can't do such ridiculous things..."

"Mmhm... Uncle Da Chui, you're right. It's all my fault."

In Margaret's spacious dining room, I sat at the front of the carved long table, burying my head in a bowl of creamy soup, listening to Uncle Da Chui scolding me. I nodded and agreed.

Just a moment ago, I was embracing someone else's daughter in the bathroom, and now I'm sitting at the same table as her father, eating... Is there anything more embarrassing than this in the world?

Although... this situation is a bit different from what Uncle Da Chui imagined, and Margaret started it...

But just because Uncle Da Chui, as a father, can still speak to me in such a calm tone, I should be grateful.

After all, if you think about it from Uncle Da Chui's perspective...

If a man takes your daughter into your bathroom and does some unspeakable things, and then sits at your table as if nothing happened, and arrogantly asks if there's dessert after finishing the meal...

I think even if you were to kill that man and mix his ashes with rice, party on his grave... it wouldn't be excessive, right?

So, just for the fact that Uncle Da Chui can still sit at the same table as me, I should play the role of a good grandson and obediently listen to all his complaints.

After all... offending your future father-in-law brings no benefits.

I have to say, Uncle Da Chui is indeed the heir, his composure is extraordinary. Although he was complaining the whole time, it was just meaningless whining. But he still managed to restrain his emotions and didn't attack me personally or scold me...

On the other hand, General Lindonwan, who claims to be the "great mentor of the rebellion"...

"Yes, yes! You damn brat! How dare you lay a hand on your own sister! You're out of control!"

I saw the old bastard with a face full of stubble sitting next to Uncle Da Chui, reprimanding me arrogantly.

He was gesturing as if he was ready to beat me half to death at any moment.

I really don't know if the heavens are blind... actually sending such a scumbag from another world to save all the suffering people...

I remember that the old bastard mentioned something about being sent to this world by a god called "Akuia" or something... In any case, it sounds stupid.

It's really irresponsible to appoint such a scum as the savior.

Perhaps it's because of leaders like him that the revolutionary army eventually disbanded?

So, all the suffering people of the world, you have to persevere.

You should know that there is no savior in this world, and it doesn't rely on gods or emperors. If you want to create human happiness... you have to rely on your own hands.

Anyway, don't count on these men of unknown origin!

Seeing that I completely ignored him, the old bastard raised his voice in anger:

"You little bastard, have you become so capable that you don't even listen to your father's words anymore..."

Saying that, the old lecher bared his teeth and made a move towards me.

Hmph, the posture of a weakling.

Just acting all fierce like this.

If it was last month... or even last week, maybe I would have been a little scared of you.

But... now, you old lecher, you can't beat me anymore!

Just based on all the things you did to me before, you still want me to have even the slightest respect for you?

Dream on!

With disdain, I gave him a glare.

Then, using my 【Underground】 ability, I secretly transmitted a message to the old bastard:

"Wait and see, if you're so capable, don't run away after dinner!"

Immediately, the old bastard quieted down. He obediently closed his mouth and all his arrogance disappeared completely.

I saw him awkwardly looking around in his seat, then he patted Uncle Da Chui's arm and said:

"Um... Brother Da Chui, I suddenly remembered that I still have a pair of boots left at the cobbler shop... You guys go ahead and eat, I'll go on ahead. Otherwise, they might close the shop soon, hahaha..."As he spoke, the old bastard smiled falsely and rubbed his hands, pretending to leave.

But before his ass could leave the chair, he was stopped by Uncle Hammer.

Uncle Hammer held the old bastard's arm and asked strangely,

"Old Lin, why are you in such a hurry? Can't you at least finish your meal before leaving?"

"Haha... that shoemaker is always drunk and unconscious. If we don't go now, who knows if he'll still be open tomorrow..."

The old bastard smiled awkwardly and defended himself.

"There's no need to be in such a hurry. It's just a pair of boots, right?"

Uncle Hammer shook his head, oblivious to the embarrassment in the old bastard's eyes.

"Haha... Those boots were a birthday gift from my wife last week..."

"But, Old Lin... I remember your birthday is in January, right? And it's clearly June now?"

Uncle Hammer took out a napkin from the nearby plate, wiped his hands, and said,

"Some things are better decided early, whether for you, me, or the children..."

After speaking, he looked up and earnestly said to the old bastard,

"After we finish the meal, let's talk about Maggie and Atu's wedding..."

"Poof—"

Just as I had barely managed to drink a mouthful of soup, I couldn't restrain myself any longer and burst out laughing.