Zieve's experintation ca to an end when his stomach protested. Erging from his trance, Zieve's figure shook as hunger overwheld his mind. His several hours of experintation took a toll on his mind and body.
Regaining clarity, Zieve stared at the plethora of garbages that laid on his room as a painful expression suffused on his face.
His several hours worth of experint burned several hundreds of Spirit Stones. An amount that an average disciple could only hope to acquire from years of hard labor.
Kneading his aching temples, he cleaned his room and walked out of the room. Before he could even take a single step outside, he noticed the existence of the tray below him and when his eyes landed on the contents of the tray. His expression turned jubilant.
"Red Braised Pork Belly?!" Zieve exclaid and his slow and exhausted body transford into a blur that took the tray from the ground.
"Damn it's already cold! Juliet must've made this for ..." Lifting a small smile on his lips, Zieve carried the tray back in his room and pondered, "If she arrived before the entrance of my room, why didn't she knock on the door? Or she could've at least went inside and carry the tray..."
Zieve shrugged and a humd a tune. Carrying his Red Braised Pork Belly into a clean cauldron. He reheated his dinner and afterwards, continued on his experints.
Back in her room, Juliet laid on her bed with a worried expression on her face. Remberng the crazed look on Zieve's face earlier made her feel incomparably worried.
Zieve was her partner in cri. If sothing bad happened to him, Juliet didn't know what would happen to her.
Thinking back about the scene that she saw in Zieve's room, Juliet took every factor into account such as the bubbling cauldron, the punget sll of Garlic, the scattered remnants of vegetables and garnishes, and the crazed Zieve that madly scribbled on his notebook.
These clues fused into each other as Juliet concluded: "Zieve must be doing so kind of an experint back in his room. As for his motives, it should be about what Mama Grace said regarding the Entertainnt Block..." Juliet's drew her conclusion and thought about the Entertainnt Block.
Located between the border of the Inner and Outer Disciples Region, it was an active place that has its own thriving economy. Migrating to that place from the faraway Outer Disciples Region was gamble that they had to take if they wanted to suppress the Imperial Clan's influence.
"The Imperial Clan, eh..."
"Apart from their blatant provocations, I don't rember seeing them do sothing that directly affected , yet why do I feel so angry at them?" Juliet cleared her thoughts and stood up. A renewed expression erged on her face as she took a feather quill and examined the profits that they had for the day.
Since Zieve was working hard, she also had to do her part as his boss.
The night eventually turned as dark as charcoal as all activity inside the academy reached its all ti low. At midnight, Rodger and his crew mbers that he poached from the Dreamy House along with his trusted butler stood inside a dimly-lit room.
Rodger looked violent and fierce as he fiercely shouted: "What's going on here? How did that abominable girl recover? The Dreamy House is supposed to be over! She doesn't even have her crew anymore!"
His words rang loud and clear and Juliet's previous crew mbers flinched, not daring to speak.
"Young master, it should be because of the booming popularity of their Garlic Soups..." The butler spoke from the darkness and Rodger's expression turned fiercer as he retorted, "Of course I know that you useless bag of bones! You can't even kill a little girl yet you actually dare to correct ?!"
The butler's countenance hardened for a mont before retreating into the darkness.
Juliet's previous crew mbers on the other hand looked frozen and terrified from fear after hearing his plan of assassinating Juliet from the shadows.
Beaded sweats ford on their foreheads and they instantly regretted the fact that they abandoned Juliet. Though Juliet's wages were worse compared to the Duterte General rchandises. At the least, they felt safe and at ho. Unlike this place where they had to endure the harsh scoldings of their new employer.
"Vanadis, don't you think that it's about ti that you fix the mistakes that you did? Are you really just going to stand there and let the dignity of the Imperial Clan suffer the tramplings of a little child and that beggar?" Rodger lifted an eyebrow and the butler who disappeared earlier appeared like a ghost.
"Affirmative, mistakes won't be made again. Young master..." Vanadis solemnly bowed, a cold gleam flashed within his eyes and a slight tinge of murderous intent leaked, terrifying those that stood before the two.
Regret filled the hearts of everyone that were once a part of the Dreamy House. Clenching their fists, they understood that no matter what they did, they could never return and the past could never be changed. There was no dicine for regrets in this world, and they had no other choice but to continue on their treacherous path.
Stepping forward, a young woman whom Juliet affectionately called as Elder Sister back at the Dreamy House moved forward with struggle visible on her face. Appearing before Rodger, her expression hardened as she declared amidst her comrades astonishnt.
"If young master is planning on assassinating Juliet. I can help you create the most effective plan which guarantees a high chance of success. In exchange, I want the young master to listen to my request..."
Rodger lifted an amused smile on his face as Vanadis who heard her words from the shadows manifested before them. His slight smile indicated his interest.
"Interesting...How about we hear that plan of yours, first?"
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