Farming Space Makes Me Rich

Translator: Lonelytree 

But it would be too embarrassing to go to the doctor for such a disease.

Marquis Rexham waved his hand and said, "There's no need!" In front of all the celebrities in the world, he really could not afford to lose face. He was afraid of being laughed at.

After all, everyone who came here to attend the gathering had a status that was not lower than his. Moreover, among these people, some were his friends and others were his enemies. He didn't want to look weak.

Since he had said so, the servants didn't say anything else. They just looked around and became more vigilant, especially paying attention to the master's food.

However, Rexham had just come out of the bathroom and quickly ran back to squat on the toilet. His face was flushed red.

The two bodyguards stood on both sides of the door. The guard asked worriedly, "Master, are you alright? Why don't we get a doctor to take a look at you?"

After squatting in the toilet for more than ten minutes, when he came out again, Marquis Rexham looked a little exhausted.

The guard immediately helped him up and asked with concern, "Master, why don't we get a doctor? If you collapse, it won't be good."

Suddenly, Rexham's expression changed. "Quick. Get me back on the toilet. Oh no!" This time, before he could get on the toilet, the guards smelled a scent.

Marquis Rexham couldn't care about his noble identity anymore. His face flushed red as he growled at the guard in a low voice, "What are you still daydreaming about? Quickly get someone to find some pants!"

It was really embarrassing.

Fortunately, only a few people around him knew.

The guard immediately said in fear, "Master, I'll go make the arrangements now!"

After saying that, he was about to go out and get someone to look for a pair of pants. However, his master's pants were custom-made. They matched perfectly with the suit he was wearing.

Therefore, if he wanted to change his pants, he would have to change his clothes as well. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing.

Moreover, they couldn't get any set of random pants. Their choice was the male host.

The servant who was accompanying him had a headache. Marquis Rexham, who was squatting in the latrine, obviously thought of this problem as well.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Gong Tianhao, this bastard, why didn't he arrange for our guests to stay in the castle? Instead, he asked us to stay in a hotel 20 miles away!" Since they didn't stay at the castle, they didn't have any luggage close by. Besides, who would bring extra clothes to a party?

Marquis Rexham growled, "Go and get someone to bring me a set of clothes from the hotel immediately."

The guard immediately said, "Yes, Master."

Then, the guard made the arrangements.

However, the guard raised his hand to look at the time and said with some worry on his face, "Master, the meeting will start in about ten minutes."

It would take at least half an hour to deliver clothes from the hotel.

There was no way they could make it in time. It was also impossible for the master to wear dirty pants to the meeting.

"Master, how about this?" The guard said, "I'll get the Doctor to come over and take a look at you. I'll also tell the host that you're not feeling well and are resting in your room."

The host had arranged a resting room for each guest in the castle.

Marquis Rexham nodded and said, "Okay, go and arrange it!"

Rather than being humiliated and ridiculed in the meeting, it was better to be uncomfortable! But how was he going to get to his room?

His pants were already dirty. There were people milling everywhere. He would surely run into people as he moved back to his resting room.

Rexham immediately saw the pants of the guard and said with a cold face, "Take off your pants!" The pants were all black in color. As long as one was not an expert, one would not be able to notice anything different.

The guard, "..." But since this was an order from his master, he had to follow it.

When they exited the toilet, Marquis Rexham was supported by the guard to return to his room to rest. However, one of the bodyguards had disappeared.

This guard stayed in the toilet pantless. As a guard, it was much easier for him to find a new pair of pants.

"Haha, Rexham, what's wrong with you? You look a little pale. Are you not feeling well?"

Coincidentally, as soon as they came out, Rexham met his sworn enemy.

"Look at you. You must have overindulged in sex lately. Haha, I'm just joking. You won't mind, right?" Count Wright said with a smile.

Marquis Lexham's expression was very ugly, but he was unwilling to show weakness in front of his sworn enemy. He said with a smile, "Thank you, Wright, for your concern. I am indeed feeling a little unwell. I need to go back to my room to rest for a while. Goodbye!"

He did not want to see Wright, but since they had already met, he could only face it head-on.

Wright nodded and said, "Oh, you are not feeling well. You should go to your room to rest. It's just that our meeting is about to begin. Do you intend to miss it?"

Rexham did not reply.

Wright asked curiously, "Rexham, what were you doing so long in the loo anyway? Did your stomach hurt so badly?"

Rexham, "..." this bastard. He really wanted to punch him.