Arcane Tower Bernard Answers Novels & Stories

Once the seaplane berthed, Tanya disembarked first, followed loosely behind by her parents and four bodyguards. Bernard's assistant was standing up front and greeted her respectfully, "Good Morning, Ms. Sweet. I'm Alexander Reno, personal assistant to Bernard Arnault. Allow me to extend a warm welcome from Mr. Arnault and his wife!" Tanya was surprised. If Bernard's personal assistant was there, didn't that mean Bernard was there too? With that in mind, she asked, "Is Mr. Arnault on the island?" "Yes!" Alexander smiled and nodded. "It's such a coincidence—Mr. and Mrs. Arnault just arrived on the island themselves. They apologize for not being able to receive you personally, and ask for your

Bernard snarled. He is playing with me. Bernard thought to himself. We shall see how long you can play. He snickered. “Bring me one of them.” He bellowed into the tunnel. Alaric snapped his head up and glared at Bernard. “What are you trying to do?” “You will see.” Bernard smirked devilishly. “I will give you a good show.” Alaric cocked his head to the side and watched Bernard through slits. What is he trying to do?

How territorial he is, will always be one of those things. Arienne is away on Blood Moon's old territory with Samuel and Jace, so I've been spending the day doing nothing, really. Carmen's birthday is coming up, and it's her eighteenth, so I want to get her a really good present. I've always been absolute shit at gift giving, so I have little to no idea what to get her. Even after all the time I've spent with her, I really don't know what kinds of hobbies she has. I'll have to ask Samuel or Arienne whenever I get a chance. Or even Leona.

He pulled a lever, then tore out a cluster of wires. “No silent alarms. No locking doors,” he murmured. “When we go up there, everyone will know. Including him.” Anton nodded. It was part of the plan. Force the play. They reached the final door. A sleek, polished steel plate labelled Terrasse d'Observation - Accès Interdit. Access Forbidden. The lockdown had closed the tower to the public. Beyond this door was a short corridor, then the vast, glass-walled space at the top of Geneva.

"Send the elite team immediately. I have a mission to complete tonight. I'll send the location shortly, so make sure they arrive as soon as possible." "Understood, Beta." The call ended and Bernard quickly left the Opulence Bistro. His car sped through the darkness of the night, cutting through the silence like a blade. Frankly, the journey felt like a puzzle, creating a series of questions in Bernard's mind. The possibility that the potion was delayed in its reaction seemed impossible. It made more sense to him that the potion had simply failed. With that conclusion, it wasn't hard to deduce that Era might have some form of immunity to magic.

He smiled melancholy and kissed me on the cheeks. After grandpa left, I immediately went to my room and took a shower. Then I got dressed and dried my hair. I lay on my bed and took my laptop to search for information about Bernards University. Bernards University is a school for elites. All students here are mafia heiresses, reapers, assassins, and even gangsters. Marlo Bernards and Yvonne Bernards are the owners of this school. They have a son named Grayson Bernards, a mafia heiress of Bernards mafia organization. The principal of this school is Zia Mendez, the sister of Mrs. Yvonne Bernards.

Yet, what I beheld within caused my jaw to drop in astonishment as if it had detached from my face and plummeted to the floor below. [You have acquired the Arcane Tower blueprint] “Huh?” [Arcane Towers, also known as Arcane Turrets, are Constructs forged from Mana ore, crafted to safeguard cities within ancient civilizations. Immobile and formidable, these towers serve as sentinels, relentlessly targeting any creature that dares to approach.] [Armed with potent abilities, Arcane Towers unleash antimagic rays that pierce through any form of physical or magical defence, rendering conventional barriers futile in the face of their onslaught.]

The Next Day Cross Tower was a monolith of steel and ambition. Aria arrived at 7:45 AM, her heart hammering against her ribs. She tapped her badge at the security turnstile. It beeped green, flashing INTERN - RESTRICTED ACCESS. She took the elevator down. Down past the bustling lobby, down past the executive parking garage, down into the very earth beneath the city. Level B3 was a concrete bunker. The air was stale, cool, and smelled of old paper and ozone. Rows of metal shelves stretched endlessly into the shadows, filled with thousands of dusty banker’s boxes.

Stanley retorted, Bernard nodded eagerly, his sneakers squeaking against the polished floor as they made their way towards Lucia. She stood nearby, her warm smile lighting up her face as she greeted them. "Hello, Bernard. How was your day?" Lucia asked, her voice filled with genuine interest. Bernard grinned, his eyes shining with anticipation. "It was great, Lucia! But I have a question for you. When is my mom coming back?" Bernard asked,