Chapter 57: DINING
Silas appeared in his bed.
His eyes were red, to the point where it almost felt like blood had been dropped into them.
"Who knew that buying a few things could be this expensive?" He muttered to himself, reeling from the amount he had lost in just a few hours.
"Rion, how much did I spend today?" He asked.
"735 million credits," Rion replied with his cold tone.
"Think about the gains, think about the gains," Silas began to say to himself, as if reciting a mind calming mantra.
He lay on the bed after a few minutes of rambling. Unknowingly, his eyes snapped shut and he drifted off in re seconds.
The fatigue he had endured finally set in.
The morning sun filtered through the window, pouring its light into Silas’s eyes.
Silas yawned, stretching his arms in tiredness.
"How is it morning so fast?" He asked, sitting up.
He rested his back against the headboard for a while before swinging down from the bed.
"This morning would be dedicated to researching the Life model from the Order of Truth Archives," he muttered to himself.
With a clear path in mind, Silas stood up and headed for the bathroom.
The soft sound of water splashing against tiles spread through the room in a way that sounded more rhythmic than normal.
Silas stepped out of the bathroom, steam spreading behind his departing figure.
A white towel was wrapped tightly around his waist, revealing his bare, well chiseled chest.
"Now that I think of it, I am already at the Marshal stage," he said, feeling the condensed core in his chest.
He sighed as he thought of sothing.
"Then, shouldn’t I try learning a few techniques before I learn models?" He wondered, stroking his chin as he reached the wardrobe.
He took out a set of clothes and wore them.
Walking to the mirror, he could not help but admire himself.
"Well, this is weird," he muttered, looking away from the mirror.
Just then, Rion called out.
"Master Silas, I have found the cigarette brand you asked for," he whispered in Silas’s mind.
Silas smiled at the news. "Finally. I had already given up on it since there were no results."
The cigarette brand was the sa as the one Sebastian had given him a few days ago.
"How much is it?" Silas asked. "It’s just a packet of cigarettes. It can’t be too expensive."
"Each packet costs a billion credits," Rion’s cold voice replied.
Silas froze, his head dipping low.
Laughter began to bloom on his face, twisting into sothing that felt more painful than happy.
"What was I expecting? Master Sebastian is one of the most powerful people in the human empire. He can’t just take sothing cheap."
Silas raised his head and walked towards the door.
"Just keep the na. I would buy it when I have saved enough money in the next 10 years," Silas said.
The doors chid open and Silas casually stepped in, hands tucked in his pockets.
The rays of the sun reflected off the elevator’s silver sheen, which shone on his stud, making it glow a little brighter than normal.
The doors opened again and Silas stepped out.
At the side, he saw the sa maid standing, hands behind her back, posture straightened, and face stoic.
Sensing Silas’s presence, she quickly bowed in respect.
"Good morning, sir," she said.
Silas nodded. "Have you been here since yesterday?" He asked with furrowed brows.
"Yes sir," she bowed again.
Silas shook his head at Max’s extravagance. ’Even his own mansion is not this lavish,’ he thought.
"What’s your na then?" Silas asked, already walking towards the dining hall.
He could not afford to wait any longer. A lot of things were on his table today.
"Clara," the maid replied, following behind Silas with slow steps that mirrored his.
"Hmm." Silas nodded, not speaking further.
He entered the dining hall, surprisingly the only one there.
"The others are yet to co," he muttered to himself, settling into the sa chair he had sat in yesterday.
The chefs moved with skill, passing dishes with deft movents.
The table was filled with delicacies of various types within a few breaths.
Just then, Miller entered, sweaty.
Silas looked at him and shook his head.
"Can’t you at least take your bath before coming here?"
He asked, looking at the battle crazed guy in front of him.
"There’s no need for that. I only ca to bring my food to the training room," he waved.
Right on cue, a maid entered, the sa one assigned to Miller.
She began to take the plates Miller pointed out, carrying them on a trolley she had pulled in earlier.
Silas did not offer more words. It was not his concern how Miller chose to eat.
His only concern was Miller’s adherence to instructions.
Soon, Mira joined, greeting Silas with a slight nod before sitting.
She picked up her spoon, making no sound as she dug into the bowl of rice.
’Creepy,’ Silas thought.
The girl had not uttered a single word since he had known her.
Micheal ca in next, as regal as ever.
"What’s up?" He asked loudly, breaking the silence of the room.
"I am good, what about you?" Silas asked, dropping his cutlery to speak to him.
"Where do I begin? The new Undead Unsafe was launched yesterday night. The ga was fire..." Micheal began to recount his experience of the ga to Silas, making Silas even more fascinated than Micheal himself.
"I can try it after all of this," Silas said to Micheal.
"Here, my userna is Devourer of Souls. Just add
whenever you start," Micheal said before sitting.
Silas nodded.
’To think that beneath his calm face he is a ga freak,’ Silas mused, continuing with his food.
Finally, Billie entered, walking with composed steps.
She greeted Silas only, then sat on her chair.
The al went smoothly afterwards, with no one talking further.
At so point, Miller had co back and joined them in eating, even after taking a huge portion previously.
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