Chapter 859: Chapter 51: Winning by Lying Down!_3
Chapter 859 -51: Winning by Lying Down!_3
Hearing the footsteps behind them, Simpson 2 and Amiel 3 couldn’t help but smile unconsciously.
Of course, they knew Master Losa 11’s real thoughts.
But what of it?
Or rather, this was normal.
In the family, they had long grown accustod to it.
This way of doing things was already quite mild.
Even, in so respects, it was a form of trust.
However, Boldy 7 was still too naive.
And precisely because of this, Master Losa 11 must have wanted him to follow us and learn, right?
Certainly.
Simpson 2 and Amiel 3 communicated with their eyes.
With the departure of Losa 11, the people inside the apartnt left one after another, leaving only Hera 10 standing there.
This tenth in line heir to the ‘Hera Family’ paid no attention to the drama that had just unfolded; she was completely caught in her own ‘debt’.
"Lost 99 tis.”
"Owe Jason 99 Ailong Spears.”
"Excluding the 3 in the warehouse that I reserved, I still owe 96
Hera 10 ca up with this figure and was dumbfounded.
Had she lost that many tis?
That was the first thought.
How to pay it back?
That was the second thought.
Reneging on the debt?
Out of the question.
A warrior’s promise is above all else.
Yet, she truly had no way to produce 96 Ailong Spears.
Even if they were lesser imitations, Ailong Spears were distributed equitably.
To put it simply, she could only be allotted two per year; if she made great achievents, she could also exchange for them—this was the practice of most families, and the Hera Family was no exception.
But now she owed 96 Spears…
She would need 48 years to pay it all back.
What if it was for an achievent?
It had to be a huge achievent.
Such an achievent would be enough to enter the ‘Ancestors’ Hall of Valor.’
What to do?
What to do?
Hera 10 thought and thought, then suddenly gritted her teeth.
She made a decision.
…
Ga Mansion, top floor.
When it was known that Losa 11 would have breakfast here, the entire Ga Mansion sprang into action.
Hundreds of servants buzzed around.
Each face bore an unmistakable look of shock and respect.
Not a single one dared to be negligent.
They brought out two hundred percent of their enthusiasm to welco their ‘new master’.
From yesterday to today, though it had only been a day.
But the world had already turned upside down.
Many ssages had already told these people who the true master of the Ga Mansion was, who was the ruler of District F.
When Losa 11 arrived at the top floor, a movable glass room had already been set up.
It blocked the wind and allowed sunlight to shine through.
On the solid wood dining table, laid with a striped tablecloth to Losa 11’s liking, a green plant sat in the middle with high-backed chairs on either side.
Ceramic plates and silverware were already in place.
When Losa 11 saw the surrounding people looking at him with fervent and worshipful eyes, his head throbbed again.
Nevertheless, he maintained his composure, and after sitting down, he said in an even tone,
"Oppelin eggs, bacon, milk, and a vegetable salad. Add so croutons to the salad.”
"Yes, my lord.”
The waiter bowed deeply, his gaze shifting to the seated Jason opposite.
"Roast lamb, 10 of them.”
Jason ordered a simple and unadorned breakfast.
The waiter showed no surprise, nodded, and then went downstairs.
Jason’s appetite was no secret in the ‘Ga Mansion’; every kitchen staff mber knew there had to be a cooking team of 30 people working nonstop to satisfy the appetite of the ‘Brutalizer’.
The waiter departed.
Billder and his group also temporarily left.
Confirming there was no one else around, Losa 11 could no longer maintain the expression on his face.
He first let out a sigh of relief.
Then, his face beca full of conflict and fear.
Sweat even covered his forehead.
After hesitating for about four or five seconds, he stood up, walked unsteadily toward Jason, and with a very nervous deanor, he lowered his voice and asked, “Jason, please tell the truth… I don’t have split personality, do I?”
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