22 The Pub

They prepared my grand carriage. I was finally back to where I belonged. Working hard was not the job of a young noble.

I sat in the middle of the carriage, with two beautiful maids by my side. I had 5 guards attending to my carriage and while Azon lead the way. My young noble entourage was complete.

This life is what I live for. Luxury, prestige, and acknowledgment by the masses were paramount to a young noble. I now could flout my status around Hudson City.

We made our way in the grand carriage to the slums. It was a beautiful ride; the scenery was spectacular.

There we came to my tavern. Ah, the 'Young Noble Lounge' it seemed my business and was doing well!

It was packed to the brim with tavern goers. I even saw a line outside, with other noble carriages in the area. Kyle sure has turned this place around. This young noble was right to put my trust in him.

My entourage and I came to the entrance to speak to the person manning the door.

"Where's Kyle at? It seems he is doing an excellent job managing my 'Young Noble Lounge,'" I said.

"'Young Noble Lounge?' What's that, this is 'Ye Olde Devils Pub'. Can't you read the sign, young devil? Is something wrong with your head?" said the door attendant as he pointed to the sign.

"Are you questioning the words of this young noble? This is my tavern, I demand to see Kyle the manager immediately," I said.

"The manager of this establishment is Samuck. I don't know where you are getting your information from noble devil but you best move along!" said the door attendant.

"I'll let you know this place is backed by the Yazeesa clan's young master, Jaffil. Even the local Hudson clan has to give the Yazzesa clan face."

"Well, I think I've heard enough. Azon shut this place down and kill anyone who doesn't cooperate. I want to know just who this Jaffil fellow is to have the gall to steal my business," I said.

"Yes, young lord," said Azon.

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Azon didn't care about a mere Yazzesa clan, he was one of Diana's followers. His way of doing things was just as tyrannical as hers.

Azon understood what had happened after roughing up the people in the bar. Apparently, Jaffil had visited the establishment during his trip to Wesser Forest. He gave the Hudson clan no face, sending Kyle back to his farm battered and bruised.

Obviously Jaffil wouldn't kill another devil's follower he had no information on. Taking control of the tavern and leaving whoever owned it a bit of face was standard procedure.

As long as a devil didn't kill another devil's dogs it didn't create life or death enmity. At worse, he would have to pay a bit of compensation if he had offended the wrong person.

Too bad he was dealing with James. He got his overbearing, arrogant personality from his mother. Even her servants obliged this behavior.

All Jaffil's minions were tied up like pigs squealing. They said their master was staying at a high-class inn in the middle of the city.

Jaffil wouldn't stay in the slums. It was above a young master's dignity.

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I could not believe someone would have the gall to offend this young noble. I am the offender, not the offended!

I headed with my entourage to the inn where Jaffil was staying.

I knocked down the door as soon as I arrived, making a loud commotion. I soon garnering the attention of all passerby ers. This was a high-class inn in the middle of Hudson City. I would definitely offend someone in the Hudson clan with my actions.

Who dare complain to me about me getting my rightful compensation? They are the villains here, housing someone who offended this young noble. I am righteously trashing this inn!

"Isn't that James? He sure has been ghost after being marked as trash at the fel awakening ceremony," said one onlooker.

"Why's he making such a racket at Baron Duking's inn? Even his father wouldn't be so bold!"

"This will definitely be some sweet tea, go get the boys. I will get a front seat to this drama."

I ignored the peanut gallery.

"Jaffil Yazzesa come out now! You have offended this young noble and I desire an explanation," I said.

Jaffil heard the racket, but he didn't come out. If he hopped, skipped, and jumped for every person he ever offended he would get nothing done.

"Mefino, go handle the situation. Figure out what they want and give them compensation if they can't be offended," said Jaffil.

"However, if they are overstepping their bounds swiftly execute the yeller and leave his corpse up in front of the inn as an example. It might be the perfect opportunity to kill the chicken, to scare the monkeys."

Mefino walked out with an air of superiority. He was Jaffil's chief lackey. A Devil Baron that always stayed close by his young master's side.

Mefino did not believe his young master had offended anyone recently of note. His voice reverberated as he exited the hotel room.

"Baron Mefino here, I am a follower of Jaffil heir to the Yazzesa Marquess clan. My master is at a key moment practicing his devilry so he sent me to handle this situation," said Mefino.

"How has my young master offended you?"

I took out a plank that said 'Ye Olde Devils Pub' and threw it at Mefino's feet, giving him no face at all.

"Your trash master took over this young noble's 'Young Noble Lounge' and even put a stupid unfamiliar name on the door. I demand compensation for this," I said.

"It's above this young noble's dignity to talk to a lackey. Quickly bring your master out to speak with me. If he's not out here in five minutes, heads start rolling."