Chapter 420
Aivina: "......"
So you've taken all the good things for yourself, huh?
"Miss Lucy has gained much more from you than just this. The position of a director at the Dedton Group isn't a title that can be bought with money," Aivina shook her head and said, "You're too generous, Charles."
Due to her personal experiences, Aivina often considered the gains and losses in her actions. To her, many of Charles's deeds seemed like charity, wasting numerous opportunities to make money.
Of course, when it came to Charles, Aivina didn't think about profits and losses at all.
What Aivina said was indeed true; Charles hadn't considered money for a long time—he had developed a habit of borrowing from Aivina whenever he was short on cash.
After handing over the check to Charles, Aivina didn't linger in his room any longer. She returned to her own room, claiming she was preparing to meet a few gem merchants she had spoken with in Boren City to discuss potential collaborations.
Once Aivina left, Charles quickly changed into the Dedton Group uniform and donned the silver chip mask over his face.
Now, his identity was that of an employee of the Dedton Group, and he couldn't afford to drop this disguise during his daily outings.
This facade allowed him to avoid many unnecessary troubles; the Dedton Group still held considerable influence in Ansu City and was a neutral consortium that wouldn't provoke anyone.
In the brief moment while changing clothes, Charles opened the system shop to check the items he had brought out.
「【Sadana's "Hope" Covenant】」
「Destined Points: 10」
「【Forged "Savior" Scepter】」
「Destined Points: 50」
Fifty?
Is this a robbery?
Even if it contains embedded extraordinary materials, it shouldn't be that much, right? That's already the price of half a potion!
The Covenant costs 10 Destined Points too?
Is this thing even more expensive than the "Pages of the Otherworld"?
It's clearly just a byproduct of a high-level sealing item.
Charles decided not to redeem these two items for now; he needed to think carefully about how to handle the situation with Mond.
He took a moment to glance at the simulation interface.
The upcoming day was a standard three days away, while the past simulation was from one hundred forty-seven days ago... It seemed he only had the option of the upcoming day.
There was still a chance to experiment, which was good.
On his way to find Adele, he thought it would be a good opportunity to clear his mind and come up with a plan.
Dressed and ready, Charles grabbed his employee card and the check Aivina had given him, slipping them into his left pocket, while his pocket watch went into the right. He stepped out the door.
"Good morning, Lord Charles."
At the entrance, Tara, who had been waiting outside, slightly bowed and greeted him obediently.
"Let’s go."
Charles didn’t say much more, beckoning Tara, who was dressed in a simple maid outfit, as they headed out together. They boarded a Dedton Group carriage and made their way to Adele's home.
As they left the hotel, Charles could sense that although the police were gone, the number of sneaky reporters had noticeably increased. It was likely due to Aivina leaking some information; many were eager to find a big story to report on the gossip of high society.
A beautiful duke's daughter who had run away for several years—just a little digging could attract a lot of attention... like the idea of eloping for love, which the public loves to see.
However, they showed little interest in Charles as he exited the hotel. There were many people dressed like him coming in and out of the Dedton member hotel, so he wasn't anything special.
Charles rode in the carriage directly to St. Iselin Park in the Maifel District. Adele's residence wasn't one of the upscale villas surrounding the park but rather a three-story apartment just across the street—though the entire building had been rented out.
Even though it was still early morning, Charles could see several maids bustling about, helping to move things and clean. Among them, he spotted Adele—at that moment, she was wearing a slightly small maid outfit, diligently scrubbing the rust off the black iron railings outside the building.
The hem of the small maid dress barely reached Adele's knees. Although the outfit wasn't fitted, the white apron tied around her waist accentuated her slender figure, leaving just enough space for an adult's two hands to fit. The upper part of the white apron and the black skirt were held up high.
It looked as if she had borrowed Tara's maid outfit.
As the carriage stopped in front of the building, Charles stepped down with Tara and approached Adele, asking, "What are you doing?"
Adele, who was hard at work, turned her head upon hearing his voice, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and broke into a silly grin upon seeing Charles.
"Charles? What are you doing here?"
Her face lit up at the sight of him.
"Why are you cleaning?" Charles inquired.
"I don't know! When I arrived, I saw them gathering to distribute maid outfits, so I got one too, and then I was assigned a task," Adele said, blinking at Charles.
Charles: "......"
Could it be that she moved in and the maids sent by Lucy mistook her for someone assigned to help clean?
And Adele really did change clothes and cheerfully started working?
"You truly have a selfless heart," Charles could only manage a sarcastic remark.
If Lucy saw her friend being treated like a maid, she would probably think the world was ending.
"Really? Hehe..." Adele, hearing Charles's "compliment," shyly scratched her slightly flushed cheeks with her finger. "It's not a big deal; I'm just helping to clean my new home. I used to help out a lot when I was a kid; I never caused any trouble."
The first part about helping out was probably true, but the latter part about never causing trouble was likely a fabrication—because Charles had heard the correct version from Yulis long ago; little Adele was quite the troublemaker.
Her experiences in the orphanage and the teachings from the Goddess of Salvation Church and the Redemption Society made Adele, even as an extraordinary being, feel no different from ordinary people and not shy away from such "lowly" labor—this was somewhat similar to Charles, both coming from humble beginnings.
However, Charles wouldn't maintain such... um... purity like Adele.
"My lady, you are here to..." A well-dressed middle-aged man, who looked like a butler, quickly approached upon seeing Charles's attire, bowing slightly before him.
As a member of the Dedton Group, he certainly knew what the silver chip mask represented; from assistant directors to the least, they were all part of the think tank.
"Don't block this esteemed guest's way; go back to work, child," the butler said to Adele, his tone gentle but tinged with a hint of dissatisfaction, as if he were complaining about Adele's lack of awareness.
"I'm here to see my friend," Charles stated.
"Your friend is..."
"The owner of this house."
"Oh, oh." The temporary butler nodded repeatedly, saying, "I apologize; I haven't seen that lady. She seems to have not arrived yet."
"She is here." Charles pointed to Adele, who was shyly hiding behind him, "She's cleaning."
The butler paused for a moment, slowly turning to look at the bashful Adele peeking from behind Charles, and his face instantly froze.
Buhau! My job!
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PS:
215 (overdue) - 2 (extra) = 213 (overdue)
I’m going to kill you, yesterday’s me!!!!!!
Why did you promise to play Kunbanji!!!!!!
I’m going to kill you, I’m going to kill you, I’m going to kill you, I’m going to kill you, I’m going to kill you, I’m going to kill you!
Tomorrow’s me better not think it’ll be easy! None of us should live!
By six in the morning, 8K! Kunbanji!
Double play!
Die, tomorrow’s me!
Good night!
Chapter 224: Simulation, Help Qiangyin Kill the Key Person? (8247 words)
Charles sat in the already tidied room, boredly examining the decor of Adele's space. Tara stood behind him, her head lowered, secretly glancing at Charles's hair.
Adele hadn’t brought much with her, making the room feel somewhat empty. However, there was a bouquet of bright flowers in a vase, likely sent by Amy.
In addition, a small picture frame sat on Adele's bedside, featuring a somewhat childish drawing done in charcoal. It depicted two little girls, one tall and one short, holding hands and smiling as they walked forward.
The slightly yellowed paper indicated that this drawing had some years behind it. It looked like it was created a long time ago, but it was unclear whether it was Adele's work or Yulis's.
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