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Forrests redevelopnt project in District X was sothing Oliver was hearing about for the first ti. Could it possibly be the completion of Maries residence?
Oliver instinctively inquired about the specifics of the matter, but Jane, too, had only recently learned of it and couldnt 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 sowhat cryptic, that didnt an they lacked value.
For one, simply being inford about such news held significant rit. Moreover, as an investor, she elaborated on the economic potential of the redevelopnt in District X.
Of course, I dont know the details either. But Ive heard a bit from the sisterhood. Its only a possibility, but if the developnt can proceed without the hindrance of the Anti-Developnt committee, and secure stable investnts, the redevelopnt of District X could yield enormous profits. After all, redevelopnt 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 developnt. If developed, it could be a real goldmine.
Jane provided a comprehensive explanation, seizing the mont to elucidate.
She discussed the economic impacts of the developnt project itself, the unique qualities of an undeveloped area, the districts inherent potential, and the advantages linked to various political factors.
Oliver, using Janes informative discourse as a seasoning for his al, savored each bite and, upon learning that the restaurant had exhausted its ingredients, decided it was ti to depart.
Once he had completed his al, Oliver extended his gratitude to Jane.
Typically, the Forrest redevelopnt project would have rely piqued Olivers curiosity. However, now it held more significance for him than re curiosity.
Jane, appreciative of Olivers thanks, was content to have been of assistance. She ntioned that, thanks to Oliver, she might be able to exceed Lady Mirandas 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 mont, Jane called out to Oliver as he was about to leave. She then approached him, looked him squarely in the eyes, and spoke earnestly. Dont forget your promise.
***
After concluding his al with Jane, Oliver promptly returned to his temporary basent workshop. Fortunately, no one had entered the basent, which was secured by various security asures and black magic spells. Oliver wasted no ti in dismantling the equipnt.
Lucky I pulled an all-nighter? The important tasks were finished quickly. Oliver thought as he retrieved the restored corpse dolls Duncan, Shamus, Bthory from the blood tank.
Having been damaged in the battle with Human-at Chef, they had been expertly stitched back together with the assistance of the blood tank and Ptahs Assistant. Beyond re physical nding, they were now seamlessly unified.
To ensure everything was in order, Oliver ticulously 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 , 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, Bthory and swallowed them whole.
Ill 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 embald bodies hanging on the drying rack and laid them on the floor for Bigmouth to consu. He neatly stacked the blood-wrapped organs in a box.
Having collected all the results of his labor, Oliver imdiately began disassembling the equipnt. The surgical table, body drying rack, multiple blood tanks, and auxiliary machinery installed in the basent were all carefully taken apart.
Hmm
Oliver couldnt help but let out an involuntary sigh. It was sowhat regrettable, considering the effort he had invested in setting everything up in just one day.
But then again, it was thanks to this setup that I could spend my ti without a break and work efficiently. Oliver thought as he utilized a pump to transfer the embalming fluid and blood solution from the blood tanks into separate containers.
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 consu it. 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 so experience, was completed in just a few hours.
Gurgle
No, Bigmouth. Youre not fighting. Its just that sothing ca up, and we have to pack up.
Gurgle?! Gurgle
No, youll fight 2 against 1 when I return to Landa and have so ti. Its just that Ive 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 dont stop your work.
Despite its apparent displeasure, Bigmouth begrudgingly resud 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 evidenta 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 basent, 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. Im glad youre still here.
I t Miss Jane earlier.
Aha Did you have a good ti?
Lucian inquired, glancing around and noticing the now empty and well-organized basent.
Hm? It looks quite empty Didnt you say you were working on sothing?
I did. Just finished and cleaned up. The work is mostly done, and Ive got sothing new to start.
Ah, thats a pity. I wanted to take a look at Mr. Daves workshop.
Maybe next ti, Ill show you.
Really? That would be an honor.
Lucian Mura exaggerated his response and engaged in so light-hearted banter. For so reason, he seed 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.
Its my honor. You helped , after all.
Ha ha Youre amazing. The more powerful the superhuman, the harder it is for them to observe manners.
I dont 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 seed unwise.
Ultimately, believing or doubting was a matter of personal choice.
Lucian spoke up, I wont take much of your ti, 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, youre associated with the Magic Tower and a renowned solver in Landa. Hard for to understand, though.
I dont quite understand it myself.
Heh! So, youre well aware of the rules of the streets, right? Like, theres no such thing as a free lunch?
I dont know if Im well aware, but I do know theres no free lunch.
Good to hear Ah! Dont get wrong. Im not trying to brag about lending you a basent and providing equipnt for your work. After all, you helped us out, and that beca the foundation for a new venture, so I feel more indebted to you.
Lucian spoke eloquently, and to so extent, he ant his words. However, he also had his eye on a new opportunity.
He seed to grasp why Murphy, a seasoned businessman, was engaging with him.
Since weve helped each other, we can expect a friendly relationship in the future, cant we?
Oliver nodded in agreent. It was a fair assessnt. Nevertheless, he harbored his reservations.
It wasnt that he had any aversion to Lucian. It was just challenging to maintain a relationship with soone living across the sea in another country.
Oliver wasnt conducting business here in the sa manner 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 ti cos, I hope youll consider it more favorably than others.
Well, that Yes. But what do you an you might need my help in the future?
Im not sure myself, but the likelihood is high. You see, Ravel is already a chaotic place, and now its even more so In tis of great turmoil, a powerful friend is desperately needed.
Ah I understand. Thank you for the high regard.
Not at all. Ill take it as a positive response then. Thank you for your ti Where are you off to now?
I plan to go to Rokuri University. Theres soone I need to et there.
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True to his word, Oliver left the basent 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 citys affluent residents, scholars who had received permission to remain, pleasure-seekers, and journalists who had arrived to report on the citys 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 universitys main building, where Kevin awaited him.
Hm? Ms. Yareli? Mr. Terence?
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.
Whats with this skinny guy? Hey, I dont know who you are, but this is for authorized personnel only. Please leave.
Speaking in Galosian, the man lightly nudged Olivers shoulder. Strangely, despite the gentle force applied, Oliver remained steadfast.
Just as the man began to sense that sothing 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 co to offer support from the Magic Tower.
When Oliver presented his temporary ID, the man scrutinized it and Olivers face for a mont, finally realizing his blunder and stepping back to offer an apology.
It appeared that Olivers emaciated appearance had montarily hindered the mans recognition.
Ah Sorry about that.
No, its fine. But may I ask whats 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.
Theyre interviewing one of the heroes who quelled the recent unrest.
A trace of dissatisfaction and irritation crept across the mans countenance. After all, Terence and Yareli hailed from the Magic Tower, and their heroic treatnt at Rokuri University might have felt sowhat out of place internally.
Oliver observed Yareli and Terence closely.
They responded to the journalists inquiries with logic and sensibility, as befitting mbers of esteed families within the Magic Tower.
It was almost as if they had been trained for this but sothing felt amiss. As if soone were missing?
Oliver inquired of the man who was obstructing his path.
Why isnt Professor Kevin here?
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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 docunts. On one side of his desk lay eight empty coffee cups.
Political?
Its sowhat 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? Im not even the real hero who saved the city.
But You were active along with Mr. Terence and Miss Yareli.
No, it doesnt matter. I dont have ti to pretend to be a fake hero anyway. Id 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. Theyre playing the role of heroes unwillingly due to their noble birth. Its not sothing to be envious of. Besides, Im busy coordinating with Rokuri University. Even if they asked, I wouldnt be interested.
Oliver glanced at the stack of docunts on Kevins desk.
Coordination work?
Yes, deciding how to divide the expertise gained from defeating Human-at Chef, the distribution rights of various extradinsional creatures and Gretels corpse, among other things. Theres a lot to do since its a big case.
Are you handling all of it, Professor Kevin?
I agreed to take care of the basic frawork 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 imdiately. 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 didnt mind.
Its 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 ca to ask for permission. It seems like the right thing to do.
While drinking coffee and reviewing docunts, Kevin shifted his gaze to Oliver.
Permission?
Yes, if its not a problem, may I return to Landa first?
(To be Continued)
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