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She hugged me, gently patting my shoulder. "Come on, let's go to the basement," Zane said politely to my friends as he led us downstairs. He walked so quickly that by the time we reached the basement, he had already unlocked the door and switched on the lights. The basement had four rooms—a store room, a gym, and two lounge areas for guests. I took them inside to get a better look. It was clean and tidy like before. Every room looked untouched; not only had nothing been added, but nothing had been taken either.

Hence, I know in a matter of minutes, we’ll see the crumbs he left behind. —- My guess isn’t wrong. Bones comes up later at sunrise with the guru, presenting his laptop to me, and on the screen, I see it. A huge transaction Liam made two weeks ago. He bought a house somewhere in Creekview. I inhale a cool breath, calming my frayed system. “Good. Check the map, let’s find out where this town is.” I must commend him on this one— buying a hideout is one of the traits of the mafia, just in case something happens.

Victor smiled, “I think you have a perfect house for it. “The house is a mansion estate with three hundred acres of land around it. There is a barn, just in case you want to start therapy riding for abused kids. It’s really good for that. The house itself has thirty bedrooms some are connected to each other. It’s just outside of town so exes wouldn’t be able to find it easily and, if they did find it, the guards at the two gates would keep them out.”

He looked way too energized for someone who had been up half the night. “Morning, Stiles,” I responded, a small smile on my face. “Wow… you are up already?” I turned to him briefly, arching my brow with the “what do you mean?” look laced on my face. "I have to say, Sky, this house is great. But the walls? I think we need to work on them. It's a little too thin. I think for a house, this one has already heard and seen things it shouldn't have."

As soon as Helen heard this, she suddenly became very excited, and she blurted out, “Help me look further into it. I want to win the bid for this mansion.” The old butler nodded and said, “This mansion occupies a small area and cannot be demolished in the future. So, it is considered a low-quality asset that cannot be circulated. Therefore, it should be relatively easy for us to win the bid for this mansion when the time comes.” “Okay.” Helen replied determinedly, “We have to win the bid for this mansion no matter how much it is going to cost!”

Ruby also allowed them to use her wyverns from the nest which allowed them to travel quickly out of the suburban and escape unnoticed. The house wasn't much of a mess like they expected it to be. There are layers of dust and webs, a few broken pieces of furniture, and weak wood but nothing they couldn't handle. Since the house was generally in a good condition they figured that some of the villagers must be keeping it well since it was owned by the master of their land.

“The problem is that once we change our direction, we’d basically be handing all of our control of the commodity house market to our competitors.” “I can’t allow that to happen!” Lola was a prideful person. She couldn’t help but let out a sigh. “Find new land and build more products…” Harvey pondered the situation. “Companies are always finding good pieces of land in terms of geomancy, right?” “That’s right, but that standard’s just too high.” “Not only does the land have to be clean, the houses have to be surrounded by mountains and water to be considered a good buy.” Lola sighed again.

We walked through the woods behind the estate until I found the familiar stone path. “Smart,” Bo murmured beside me. “But it was such a waste of money.” “Well, that house is used for parties,” I said as we made it to a clearing where the house made of logs, bricks, and glass stood proudly. “But between that mansion and this?” I gestured towards the two-story building with a circular porch, chimney, and attic. “This is much better.” “I agree,” Bo said just in time for Mathew’s voice to echo from the side of the log cabin.

The construction of these homes would help the empire save a great deal of money and enable it to better the lives of both common people and even the nobility. This home was just as sturdy and inflexible as one that had been magically strengthened. If he told anyone, they would label him insane. How can a regular building built of mud, wood, and iron poles be as robust as a magically improved one? The cost of the house itself would be a thousand times less. In fact, everyone might now live under the safety of such a structure without danger of being struck by a natural disaster. "Hey, Kelvin, would you mind bringing me some extra meat for today?"

I did not want to upset her even more today. A green tinned roof lined the biggest house in the middle of this little neighbourhood they call Dartmoor. The columns help support the verandah and offer a nice opening into the front door. Old wooden beams run along the back wall of the house, looking like they have been upgraded in this century. Flowers and shrubs line the bottom of the stairs, and along the platform, the house stands on. Everything else looks old as fuck, but what's the saying? If it ain’t broke, why replace it?