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Forrest’s redevelopment project in District X was something Oliver was hearing about for the first time. Could it possibly be the completion of Marie’s residence?
Oliver instinctively inquired about the specifics of the matter, but Jane, too, had only recently learned of it and couldn’t offer much information.
In fact, she appeared more surprised that Oliver was unaware of it. There were rumors suggesting that Oliver might be involved in it as well.
Although the stories were somewhat cryptic, that didn’t mean they lacked value.
For one, simply being informed about such news held significant merit. Moreover, as an investor, she elaborated on the economic potential of the redevelopment in District X.
“Of course, I don’t know the details either. But I’ve heard a bit from the sisterhood. It’s only a possibility, but if the development can proceed without the hindrance of the Anti-Development committee, and secure stable investments, the redevelopment of District X could yield enormous profits. After all, redevelopment is such a business, and District X is one of the few undeveloped areas in Landa. Plus, its location is quite favorable as it was intended to be a decent industrial district in the early days of urban development. If developed, it could be a real goldmine.”
Jane provided a comprehensive explanation, seizing the moment to elucidate.
She discussed the economic impacts of the development project itself, the unique qualities of an undeveloped area, the district’s inherent potential, and the advantages linked to various political factors.
Oliver, using Jane’s informative discourse as a seasoning for his meal, savored each bite and, upon learning that the restaurant had exhausted its ingredients, decided it was tto depart.
Once he had completed his meal, Oliver extended his gratitude to Jane.
Typically, the Forrest redevelopment project would have merely piqued Oliver’s curiosity. However, now it held more significance for him than mere curiosity.
Jane, appreciative of Oliver’s thanks, was content to have been of assistance. She mentioned that, thanks to Oliver, she might be able to exceed Lady Miranda’s expectations with the task assigned to her.
It was an unintentional but fortunate turn of events, prompting Oliver and Jane to express their gratitude to each other before parting ways.
“Just a moment,” Jane called out to Oliver as he was about to leave. She then approached him, looked him squarely in the eyes, and spoke earnestly. “Don’t forget your promise.”
***
After concluding his meal with Jane, Oliver promptly returned to his temporary basement workshop. Fortunately, no one had entered the basement, which was secured by various security measures and black magic spells. Oliver wasted no tin dismantling the equipment.
Having been damaged in the battle with Human-meat Chef, they had been expertly stitched back together with the assistance of the blood tank and Ptah’s Assistant. Beyond mere physical mending, they were now seamlessly unified.
To ensure everything was in order, Oliver meticulously inspected the repaired parts of each corpse doll.
Contrary to his concerns, the restoration work had been flawless.
“Bigmouth,” Oliver summoned the man-sized lump of artificial flesh creature he had prepared earlier. It blinked its multiple eyes and waddled over on its short limbs, emitting a toad-like croaking sound.
“Gurgle…”
“Could you swallow these corpse dolls for me, please?” Oliver asked politely, and Bigmouth, as usual, groaned in discomfort but complied with the request.
Using its seemingly crude arms, Bigmouth grabbed the corpse dolls – Duncan, Shamus, Báthory – and swallowed them whole.
“I’ll be taking out the bodies for packaging, so please swallow them in order. I appreciate it.” Oliver said, extending a bundle of bills to Bigmouth.
Bigmouth gulped down the bills, and Oliver removed another body from a different blood tank, placed it in a body bag, and fed it to Bigmouth.
With its toad-like croaking, Bigmouth ingested the packaged bodies one by one. Oliver then prepared the embalmed bodies hanging on the drying rack and laid them on the floor for Bigmouth to consume. He neatly stacked the blood-wrapped organs in a box.
Having collected all the results of his labor, Oliver immediately began disassembling the equipment. The surgical table, body drying rack, multiple blood tanks, and auxiliary machinery installed in the basement were all carefully taken apart.
“Hmm…”
Oliver couldn’t help but let out an involuntary sigh. It was somewhat regrettable, considering the effort he had invested in setting everything up in just one day.
The manual labor was quite strenuous, but curiously, he found himself imbued with improved strength and stamina, allowing the work to proceed smoothly.
Oliver lifted each container filled with liquid and instructed Bigmouth to consit. He then utilized the tools stored in the workshop to disassemble the machines and tanks, arranging them for Bigmouth to swallow effortlessly.
While it had taken a full day to set everything up, the dismantling process, now carried out with sexperience, was completed in just a few hours.
“Gurgle…”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“No, Bigmouth. You’re not fighting. It’s just that something cup, and we have to pack up.”
“Gurgle?! Gurgle…”
“No, you’ll fight 2 against 1 when I return to Landa and have stime. It’s just that I’ve been too busy to do it.”
As Bigmouth swallowed the surgical table, shelves, and work tools, it paused in its task and cast a look of betrayal and contempt towards Oliver.
Seeing this, Oliver reassured, “Bigmouth… please don’t stop your work.”
Despite its apparent displeasure, Bigmouth begrudgingly resumed its task. It was unhappy, but it had no choice; it was a request from Oliver.
After several hours of labor, Oliver changed out of his work clothes into casual attire. He offered Bigmouth another bundle of bills as a gesture of appreciation for its hard work.
“I trust in Bigmouth. Having trained in combat with Child, I believe you can win even in a 2 against 1 fight.”
Bigmouth, unusually silent without its typical toad-like sounds, simply shrunk down, its lingering disdain for Oliver still evident—a silent protest.
Nonetheless, Oliver genuinely expressed his gratitude to Bigmouth for its efforts. He carefully folded it and placed it in a leather case at his waist. Just as he was about to leave the basement, he encountered Lucian, who had arrived alone.
Lucian was the leader of the Mura family, one of the Galos Milieu.
“Ah, Mr. Dave! …You were here?! I thought you left with Miss Jane. I’m glad you’re still here.”
“I met Miss Jane earlier.”
“Aha… Did you have a good time?”
Lucian inquired, glancing around and noticing the now empty and well-organized basement.
“Hm? It looks quite empty… Didn’t you say you were working on something?”
“I did. Just finished and cleaned up. The work is mostly done, and I’ve got something new to start.”
“Ah, that’s a pity. I wanted to take a look at Mr. Dave’s workshop.”
“Maybe next time, I’ll show you.”
“Really? That would be an honor.”
Lucian Mura exaggerated his response and engaged in slight-hearted banter. For sreason, he seemed particularly eager to please Oliver.
Recalling the assistance he had received from Lucian, Oliver responded with courtesy, as it was only appropriate to reciprocate kindness with kindness.
“It’s my honor. You helped me, after all.”
“Ha ha… You’re amazing. The more powerful the superhuman, the harder it is for them to observe manners.”
“I don’t have such abilities.” Oliver replied genuinely. However, Lucian appeared skeptical.
Oliver contemplated asking why he was doubting him but decided to let it pass. He had other matters to attend to, and stirring up unnecessary trouble seemed unwise.
Ultimately, believing or doubting was a matter of personal choice.
Lucian spoke up, “I won’t take much of your time, as you seem busy. Is that okay?”
Lucian, who held a prominent position within the Milieu and was the head of the Mura family, respectfully inquired of Oliver.
Oliver concurred.
“As far as I know, Mr. Dave, you’re associated with the Magic Tower and a renowned solver in Landa. Hard forto understand, though.”
“I don’t quite understand it myself.”
“Heh! …So, you’re well aware of the rules of the streets, right? Like, there’s no such thing as a free lunch?”
“I don’t know if I’m well aware, but I do know there’s no free lunch.”
“Good to hear… Ah! Don’t getwrong. I’m not trying to brag about lending you a basement and providing equipment for your work. After all, you helped us out, and that becthe foundation for a new venture, so I feel more indebted to you.”
Lucian spoke eloquently, and to sextent, he meant his words. However, he also had his eye on a new opportunity.
He seemed to grasp why Murphy, a seasoned businessman, was engaging with him.
“Since we’ve helped each other, we can expect a friendly relationship in the future, can’t we?”
Oliver nodded in agreement. It was a fair assessment. Nevertheless, he harbored his reservations.
It wasn’t that he had any aversion to Lucian. It was just challenging to maintain a relationship with someone living across the sea in another country.
Oliver wasn’t conducting business here in the smanner as Murphy.
When Oliver voiced his concerns, Lucian shook his head.
“You never know with the ways of the world, especially with capable people. I might need to ask solver Dave for help in the future, and when that tcomes, I hope you’ll consider it more favorably than others.”
“Well, that… Yes. But what do you mean you might need my help in the future?”
“I’m not sure myself, but the likelihood is high. You see, Ravel is already a chaotic place, and now it’s even more so… In times of great turmoil, a powerful friend is desperately needed.”
“Ah… I understand. Thank you for the high regard.”
“Not at all. I’ll take it as a positive response then. Thank you for your time… Where are you off to now?”
“I plan to go to Rokuri University. There’s someone I need to meet there.”
***
True to his word, Oliver left the basement and proceeded directly to Rokuri University.
In the central part of the city, which was mostly in ruins, the relatively intact university was abuzz with a diverse assembly of individuals. Among them were students and wizards affiliated with the university, the city’s affluent residents, scholars who had received permission to remain, pleasure-seekers, and journalists who had arrived to report on the city’s saviors.
Furthermore, a police force had been dispatched to maintain order and provide security, making the university resemble a miniature city unto itself.
Oliver blended into the crowd and made his way to the university’s main building, where Kevin awaited him.
As he navigated the throng towards the main building, Oliver spotted Yareli and Terence giving an interview in a designated area outside the edifice.
Dozens of Galosian journalists, each equipped with notebooks, pens, and recording gear, encircled Terence and Yareli in a semicircular formation, diligently capturing every word, lest they miss a single detail.
Curiosity piqued, Oliver inadvertently watched, but soon found himself approached by an individual who wore a mix of annoyance and fatigue on their countenance.
“What’s with this skinny guy? …Hey, I don’t know who you are, but this is for authorized personnel only. Please leave.”
Speaking in Galosian, the man lightly nudged Oliver’s shoulder. Strangely, despite the gentle force applied, Oliver remained steadfast.
Just as the man began to sense that something was amiss, Oliver retrieved a temporary ID from his pocket.
It was an identification badge issued by Rokuri University to Kevin, Terence, Yareli, and Oliver, who had cto offer support from the Magic Tower.
When Oliver presented his temporary ID, the man scrutinized it and Oliver’s face for a moment, finally realizing his blunder and stepping back to offer an apology.
It appeared that Oliver’s emaciated appearance had momentarily hindered the man’s recognition.
“Ah… Sorry about that.”
“No, it’s fine. But may I ask what’s going on?”
Oliver stowed away the ID and gestured towards Terence and Yareli, who found themselves encircled by journalists in the midst of an interview.
“They’re interviewing one of the heroes who quelled the recent unrest.”
A trace of dissatisfaction and irritation crept across the man’s countenance. After all, Terence and Yareli hailed from the Magic Tower, and their heroic treatment at Rokuri University might have felt somewhat out of place internally.
Oliver observed Yareli and Terence closely.
They responded to the journalists’ inquiries with logic and sensibility, as befitting members of esteemed families within the Magic Tower.
It was almost as if they had been trained for this… but something felt amiss. As if someone were missing?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOliver inquired of the man who was obstructing his path.
“Why isn’t Professor Kevin here?”
***
“It seems like a political issue.”
Kevin remarked from his temporary office within the main university building.
He looked fatigued from excessive work, clad in a wrinkled shirt and sipping coffee while reviewing documents. On one side of his desk lay eight empty coffee cups.
“Political?”
“It’s somewhat hard for the public to accept that one of the heroes who saved the capital of Gallos has red skin.”
“Ah…”
Oliver let out a sound of understanding, though Kevin appeared unperturbed.
“Why? I’m not even the real hero who saved the city.”
“But… You were active along with Mr. Terence and Miss Yareli.”
“No, it doesn’t matter. I don’t have tto pretend to be a fake hero anyway. I’d rather not. Do you think those guys out there are enjoying those interviews?”
Oliver recalled the expressions of Yareli and Terence during the interview.
“No.”
“Exactly. They’re playing the role of heroes unwillingly due to their noble birth. It’s not something to be envious of. Besides, I’m busy coordinating with Rokuri University. Even if they asked, I wouldn’t be interested.”
Oliver glanced at the stack of documents on Kevin’s desk.
“Coordination work?”
“Yes, deciding how to divide the expertise gained from defeating Human-meat Chef, the distribution rights of various extradimensional creatures and Gretel’s corpse, among other things. There’s a lot to do since it’s a big case.”
“Are you handling all of it, Professor Kevin?”
“I agreed to take care of the basic framework of the negotiations. Master is busy, Yareli is a student, and Terence is technically not from the Magic Tower but affiliated with the military.”
“Ah…” Oliver grasped the situation immediately. Without a new representative from the Magic Tower, Kevin was the most suitable candidate for this task, despite the heavy workload following the chaos.
It was a sacrifice for Oliver, but Kevin shook his head as if he didn’t mind.
“It’s not bad. Usually, only those with real power in the Magic Tower can handle such tasks. The work is too important. Honestly, I like the current situation. If I do well, I might get more such opportunities.”
Kevin radiated the ambition and determination he had initially exhibited, aiming for a far-reaching objective.
“What brings you here, then?”
Kevin swiftly inquired, his keen perception at play. He instantly discerned that Oliver had a specific request in mind.
Oliver was able to broach his purpose comfortably.
“I cto ask for permission. It seems like the right thing to do.”
While drinking coffee and reviewing documents, Kevin shifted his gaze to Oliver.
“Permission?”
“Yes, if it’s not a problem, may I return to Landa first?”
(To be Continued)
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