Chapter 546: Chapter 138: Young Master, Blessings

Christian continued sipping his coffee, pondering how to lure Virgo out, wherever he or she might be, they wouldn’t escape his grasp.

Should he eliminate them? It didn’t seem necessary yet. He’d somewhat overtrusted Taurus before, but in calming down, he realized Taurus probably owed Virgo a favor. Yet Virgo’s antisocial behavior surely hid an unknown secret; failing to discern it was unacceptable. He couldn’t tolerate uncertainties within the Round Table Conference.

Hide, can they really hide?

A knock on the door sounded, and the butler entered.

"Young master, it’s the weekend. Miss Maxine from the Marking Family, Miss Potter from the Potter Family, and Miss Phil from the Phil Family are inviting you for an afternoon outing. You’re working so hard every day, shouldn’t you take a break?" The butler said with concern, keeping his head lowered.

Christian waved his hand, "I have important matters to attend to. Without my command, no one should disturb me."

"Understood, young master." The butler replied respectfully, then helped Christian close the door.

...

The morning in Hedan was refreshingly cool, the most comfortable time of day. Estella finished dressing with the maid’s assistance, and gazed at the snow-skinned Princess. The maids’ eyes brimmed with envy.

"Your Highness, you’re in a good mood today." Arthur said with a smile, "Your skin is glowing."

Estella smiled faintly, "Tell me today’s schedule."

"You have classes at the Academy of Nature this morning, and Your Majesty has invited you for lunch at noon. In the afternoon, you’re to accompany the Dowager, but there’s nothing planned for the evening." Arthur said.

Hearing the king’s invitation, Estella frowned slightly; it seemed her elder brother hadn’t given up.

"Has there been any letter from the Monastery?" Estella inquired, but not to Arthur, rather to Chris who had just settled on the windowsill.

Chris shook her head, flapping her wings. She had flown for over an hour this morning, roaming the skies and the sea, looking disdainfully at Keli, who stayed lazily in bed, eating and sleeping so much she’d soon turn into a ball.

"Can you help me..." Estella pondered and blushed slightly, "Never mind." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Chris tilted her head, flapping her wings once.

"Arthur, to the Academy of Nature."

"Yes, Your Highness, everything outside is ready. You’re looking more like a teacher every day."

"I am a teacher!" Estella smiled radiantly, overshadowing the springtime of Hedan.

...

George Duke’s Estate in Hedan’s Inner City.

Simmons awoke from the luxurious bed, hearing the maids’ soft whispers outside the door. Damn, his maids had increased by more than ten. Simmons tossed and turned on the bed, reluctant to get up, but knew the maids outside were waiting, holding trays. If he didn’t get up, they’d keep holding them.

Simmons got up. The beautiful maids, smiling as brightly as the sun, entered in succession.

"Young master, time to get up."

All the maids were young women around twenty years old, wearing light clothing designed with low-cut necklines and slender waists, emphasizing their charm. Long, fair legs appeared and disappeared as they walked.

Such sin!

Simmons sighed lightly; every day he had to endure such a trial.

"Young master, there’s a gentleman with a limp outside looking for you. He said he’s your friend and brought news you wanted. Do you want to see him?" Head maid Lan Luosi asked respectfully.

Simmons immediately jumped up, "Quick, quickly invite him!"

Simmons had posted a quest to the Adventurer Association to find Dragon Mother, but Dragon Mother was the singer of the Song of Hell, elusive and mysterious. Simmons often visited the Lirong Inn, still under the domain of the George Family. Despite the family’s current stature and reputation, it was kept because of Simmons’ interest.

Once, Simmons met Old Fang, the only acquaintance left there, and entrusted him to reach out if there was news of Dragon Mother.

In the drawing-room, Simmons met Old Fang whom he hadn’t seen in a long time, still the same.

"Greetings, Young Master Simmons, may you be blessed." old Fang said.

"Old Fang, we are family, no need for formalities. Do you have news of Dragon Mother?" Simmons asked eagerly.

"Yes, young master, yesterday I met a former supplier of the inn. He inadvertently mentioned that Dragon Mother might have gone to the Netherworld Sea." old Fang said, "I don’t know what that place is either, nor if the news is useful."

Netherworld Sea?... Wish Book?

"Old Fang, thank you, it’s very useful!" Simmons excitedly rubbed his hands together; as long as there was a range, there was hope.

Old Fang also smiled happily, "Glad it helps. Be assured, I’ll keep an eye on that side. If she returns or there’s news, I’ll send word to you immediately."

"Then I’ll rely on you." Simmons glanced at Lan Luosi, who promptly handed Old Fang a bag.

Old Fang chuckled, stashing the purse in his bosom, "Thank you, young master, I’ll head back now."

"Lan Luosi, show Mr. Fang out. In the future, inform me immediately if he seeks me." Simmons instructed.

Watching Lan Luosi escort Old Fang away, Simmons paced back and forth in the drawing-room, pondering the Netherworld Sea. The outpost island was Five Claw Island; generally, those wanting to delve deeper into the Netherworld Sea stop there to resupply and gather information.

Mr. Taurus was currently in the Netherworld Sea.

No, he had to go too!

...

Netherworld Sea, Five Claw Island.

Cantona slept very well, feeling completely relaxed and refreshed, a calm even better than after an intense entanglement with Luna Ray. He felt utterly transparent.

Mr. Gemini had awakened him. Over the years, in his bones, he’d always desired recognition by the Nether God’s Court, so when facing issues, he would have unrealistic expectations, entrapping his thoughts.

The Death God and Nether God each gave a bottle. The Death God’s bottle undoubtedly had problems. They merely wanted to exploit his priestly capabilities. Meanwhile, the Nether God’s Court sought to use him to locate the Death God’s hideout. His matter could be entirely handed over to the Nether God’s Court.

Under such circumstances, drinking the Death God’s potion wasn’t necessary; he could live a peaceful life without merit but with hardship.

The Court likely wouldn’t allow him to drink the Death God’s Magic Potion; its harms were surely well-known to the Court. It’d turn him into the Death God’s follower completely. If undercover work was to continue, methods were the Court’s headache; he could enjoy a good life for a while.

Worst case scenario, turn the tables.

No alcohol with breakfast. Drinking seriously hindered matters. He ordered fried meat patties with vegetable mushroom soup, a luxury meal on Five Claw Island, clearing his mind a bit. Seafood made him nauseous just looking at it.

Luna Ray nominally was his subordinate but completely rebellious, and past events proved she wasn’t a follower’s person.

He had already submitted his Nether God Seal. The Court wasn’t inactive; surely there were results now after so many days. He needed to gather as much information as possible to advance to Four Lives. Reaching Four Lives made becoming an Angel possible, and no Church would ignore the value of a Preparatory Angel.