Chapter 228 Relocation
Hi. I'm embarrassed, but. I'm going to have to postpone the additional chapters until tomorrow. I feel like I've been doused in horse shit and don't even have the energy to write more than one chapter. Excuse me.
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Adam sat on a bench near his headquarters and looked at the bright illumination of the building. Everything here looked beautiful and expensive, undoubtedly attracting the attention of tourists or city residents. The area around the building had essentially turned into a tourist spot. A garden surrounded the building, adorned with various flowers, and occasional concerts sponsored by the Veridia Company were held. All of this contributed to the company's special reputation, as it made every effort to take care of its clients.
Competitors attempted to do something similar but often ended up with less success than Adam. It was understandable, considering not everyone possessed the knowledge and technology he had, creating a significant barrier.
"Well, after such a thing, I don't even know what to do," he thought, sighing as he lit a cigarette. "I'm a bit puzzled about where to go from here. After all, the path to creating a whole country requires a considerable amount of resources and motivation. It's essential to follow both my heart and rationality on this journey."
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The move was completed. Adam happily observed his castle, where he and his family would now live. Along with them, the most important maids and servants also moved, along with a small squad of guards.
The city of Elysium was designed in a medieval style, emitting an aura of antiquity and mystery. Adam liked how everything was arranged. All that was missing were carriages and a special dress code; then the entire city would turn into a kind of role-playing show.
"What a beauty," he muttered, sitting on the balcony and sipping tea.
"Well, you're a strange one. What's good about such a dark style, I can't understand. Okay, Lady Amarantha may live longer than my great-grandmother, but you're a young guy," complained Alexander, who was drinking beer straight from the bottle, dressed in a suit. The man chuckled and wiped the foam from his beard. "Like, what the hell..."
«Enough complaining. And don't be like a barbarian; you'll ruin the suit," Adam could only roll his eyes at his friend's remark. He smiled and shifted his gaze away from his city, illuminated by flickering lights. "Besides, there's a certain charm in such a dark style. Although not many people live here, the city was initially created for entertainment, you know?"
"Pf-f-ft! Ah hahaha!" Suddenly, Alexander burst into laughter, spitting beer on the floor. He coughed and, smirking, said, "You sound like an old man right now, dude. Enough with this medieval stuff; I get it, you're into it!"
Adam could only shake his head, not wanting to delve further into this topic. For Alexander, the design of the city of Sedyon, with its bright lights and decorations, was more appealing. For Adam, who had long been accustomed to such things, seeing medieval architecture was much more pleasant to the eye.
"Anyway, your arrival here can only mean one thing: you agree, right?" Adam suddenly said, shifting his gaze to the night sky, filled with stars. He smiled, waiting for a response.
"If you already understand, why bother asking..." grumbled Alexander in response, pushing the beer bottle aside and wiping his mouth. He fake-coughed and looked at Adam, meeting his gaze. The man explained, "I want to become the leader of your secret squad, but I need a promise from you."
"Hmm?"
Adam tilted his head, watching Alexander, who looked somewhat concerned. This look made Adam suspect that there were some small problems on his path that couldn't be solved by mere force. So, he decided to listen.
"Of course, I'll help however I can," said Adam, nodding gently. He smiled and crossed his fingers, adding, "If it's within my abilities, of course."
"It's fine. I won't ask you for something you can't do, rest assured. I'm not that overconfident," said Alexander, sighing. He pulled a small golden ring from the inner pocket of his jacket, with the engraving "Alexander" on the inner side, and handed it to him. "Here... this ring originally belonged to my grandfather, who was a practitioner like me. There's a special power in this ring, but I can't comprehend it. In itself, it's useless, so they allowed me to take it with me... I hope you can find a way to understand what's in it."
"Eh? So that's what you're about. I thought you'd ask me to restore your title. I was about to call Queen Elizabeth," Adam said with a smirk, speaking half-jokingly, half-seriously. He took the ring from Alexander's hand and held it at eye level, inspecting the trinket with curiosity. "At first glance, there's nothing remarkable, but I'm sure your intuition didn't deceive you. I sense a very subtle but still demonic energy trace."
«D-demonic energy?»
Alexander found himself in deep shock at Adam's words, and, in a fraction of a second, discovered a kinship aura. The man was in a difficult situation, as his mind was somewhat shaken. Having connections with demons was very shameful for a nobleman, especially considering that he had held this ring as a family relic for centuries. There was a high chance that this could have been discovered before Adam.
"Y-you mean my grandfather interacted with demons? But how can that be... he even participated in wars against demons!" Alexander said in disbelief, hoping to find something that would save his memories of his grandfather.
"Well, I won't lie to you, and I don't need to. The fact remains, that there is demonic energy here. After observing a bit, I understood that there was a spell on the ring," Adam murmured in response to Alexander's words, smiling as he examined the ring. "But I'm not mistaken. Your grandfather probably had some connections with demons, so they gave him a ring with a spell that could save his life. Besides, gold is considered a noble metal among demons, so a gift from them to a human could only mean that they respected your grandfather."
"Darn..."
The old head of the family was in a state of accepting the fact that his grandfather also interacted with demons. It seemed ironic to him, given that both grandson and grandfather got involved with demons. From Adam's perspective, watching, he didn't quite understand the reason for the man's reaction.
"It's just a ring. Do you hate demons so much? Odd, but I'm a demon, so you should hate me too, shouldn't you?" Adam wondered, expressing his confusion out loud. He added, "Besides, although it's not publicly known, there are groups of demons that live separately from the Chaos Empire, so they aren't exactly considered enemies of humanity. Maybe it's someone from there."
"Even if that's the case... ah, forget it. I was just surprised that my perpetually annoyingly noble grandfather turned out to have some unclear connection with demons."
"Listen, it sounds like he slept with demons. Enough of these strange thoughts," Adam said sarcastically, sighing. "Either way, I'm not sure I can do anything with this ring. The demonic energy has dissipated, turning it into an ordinary ring now. You can carry it with you as a beautiful trinket, that's all."
Adam shrugged and smiled, not understanding the reason for Alexander's concerns. He shifted his gaze to the city and smiled, noticing Elyra and Elara in the distance. They were strolling together, buying groceries for tonight's dinner.
Tonight was special for them.
Alexander went to the servant area, where members of the future secret squad would live beside him. At the same time, the castle was lively because today's dinner was not prepared by the maids but by Elyra and Anna, who decided to take charge of the first dinner in the castle. The maids were invited to the table, but, of course, only those who stood out with their work.
And so, twenty people were seated around one table: Amarantha, Adam, Ekaterina, Seraphina, Nyx, Aurora... in short, everyone from our group. Among the special guests was Veronica, and Sierra was absent because she was busy with her affairs in her kingdom. The rest served as maids.
Adam sat at the head of the table, engaging in conversation with the girls, not neglecting the maids who, though initially shy, later joined in the lively conversation without forgetting the formalities. The atmosphere was festive and cheerful.
Adam himself was curious about what the girls would prepare, as he knew the ingredients they would use but had no idea about the actual dishes.
"Anna asked me about my preferences... damn, I detailed everything for her then. She's not overdoing it, is she?' thought Adam, feeling uncomfortable. "I don't want her to stress over my finicky taste in food... damn, now I'm starting to worry."
As someone who couldn't eat soups, Adam had a special list of soups he liked, as well as entire sheets of what he didn't like. In most cases, he preferred dry food.
"Amarantha... should I go and help them? Especially, Anna, she's not feeling well as it is," he asked his primary wife telepathically. "Lately, she can't even move properly."
"Mm... I was worried too, but they assured me everything was fine. We just have to trust them," she replied with a slightly puzzled voice and suddenly laughed. She spoke through laughter, "Also... Anna was so excited, so cute. Like a child cooking for the first time. Ahahaha."
"Heh... I can imagine that."
He shook his head and sighed, just waiting for the moment when the girls would finish their cooking.
To be continued...
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