
After all that, suddenly the surrounding area shook. Arch felt like this room was going to collapse, and he came out with Anson.
When glancing around, Arch found some files and immediately retrieved them.
He felt a little happy at least not to come out empty-handed.
It turned out that the mansion also shook, the two of them immediately ran over. Anson looked back when he realized Arch was lagging far behind.
He turned away towards the Arch who was speechless looking at one strange statue.
"Young master, we need to get out of here!"
Arch took the statue, he followed Anson behind, slowly—the situation was chaotic, the chandelier began to fall, the objects also fell while Arch ran but slower than Anson.
Anson begins to fret at Arch until he stops and lifts Arch, in a pinch between the armpits with one hand carrying Arch.
Arch was immediately shocked, how embarrassed he was when Anson brought him like that, but rather than wasting energy to run this situation was better.
Anson ran away from the shards, Arch cheering with an expressionless face.
"Excite, don't let me get hurt, yeah!"
"Ugh, young master, you're always this."
After that attempt, Anson made it out with Arch. The situation was extremely chaotic, the mansion collapsed as if something was knocking down.
The barren land around started to return to normal, all the magic had disappeared, Arch no longer felt anything strange.
"Come, home. I've got something."
"Okay, young master."
They went home the same way they left. After a long trip, Arch decided to rest in his room one day before he checked the files.
The day went by, feeling very fast for Arch. For one day he was only in the room lying all day, having obtained permission so no one interrupted his rest time.
"Hurry up, why is time so slow when I'm in trouble?"
Arch got out of bed, got ready. Today she was wearing the clothes Anson had chosen.
Arch didn't really understand the style of a noble so he handed the job to Anson.
Knee-length shorts, short-sleeved shirts with golden sides. Black pants and clothes plus the first stone decoration placed right in place makes the shirt suitable for use Arch.
White socks, then brown shoes add a matching impression.
Arch was relieved to hand over the affairs of the clothes to Anson because Arch felt everything he was wearing felt to fit in with him.
"Now will check this file!"
Arch sat at his workplace where it was still in the same room. He started flipping the paper when he finished reading one page and continued like that.
"I see, it can be concluded that these are a group of witches who commit illegal acts."
"Are they witches without identities?"
"It seems that way, selling the most often done. They'll help and get paid for their work."
"There are, a lot especially the nobles. Then I guess when we go there it's possible that the other witches find out and immediately go somewhere else."
"That's why most fighters are?"
"Yoshi, clever. The witches had known from the beginning and left the organization. There was no profit for them to stay there and I realized that this organization was just a puppet controlled by someone else. So it'll make more sense."
"What's he doing that for?"
"I don't know, I don't want to conclude before it's all clear."
For a moment Arch was silent and turned the previous page, he realized something while reading the page earlier.
"So then, I just realized. Hahahaha how ridiculous this is. Brash, how brave of him. Just watch out for you!"
The words thrown along with the emotion that almost made Arch sink instantly disappeared as Anson asked.
"What's up, young master? Did you find anything?"
As the two of them were talking, there was a knock on the door. Anson went to open the door, a waiter came in, bowed in greeting.
"Greetings from me, young master. Sorry, it might interfere with your time. Young master, you're in the room by sir."
"Dad? All right, tell him I'll come."
"Okay, young Master Arch. I resigned myself to convey to master."
The waiter left, all the servants were trained on manners so that they would not be embarrassed when guests visited. Of course, although there are still some who do not follow the manners too much, the servants try so as to familiarize themselves with the environment.
"What else is this?"
Arch held his head, hoping not to get the task completed long. Or a task that has to do with the novel.
"Ah, when there is still one request from someone, Anson! Can you get someone to investigate a merchant?"
"Do you want to buy something?"
"No, I need you to find a merchant who has debts or investigate the merchants in this region who have debts to strange people!"
"I will do it, young master."
In the territory of God there is a trade union, that place is not only the main point of traders because there you can also borrow money with a little interest, but because you have to go through a long process not to mention you have to attach an identity letter.
Money can be borrowed for an indefinite period of time. That is why most traders prefer to borrow money on the black market, or the like due to urgent circumstances.
The urgent situation, thinking about the exact circumstances of the family Ricard mandelson bankruptcy or fraud to be forced to borrow from the people who told Ricard mandelson.
Arch tidied up the file and cleaned the table, opened the door and went to the room his father was in. Arch wouldn't tell his father this for a while. He will save first before he can catch the perpetrator who made an intention to harm his mother.
He had reached in front of his father's room, he took a slow breath and exhaled. Several times Arch did that so he could calm down. Arch opened the door and greeted his father.
"Greetings dad, what's the matter with me?"
Branch turned to the waiter at the side. The servant understood, he immediately poured the tea in the two cups available on the table. Arch sits in front of Branch, a tea served scented. After inhaling the aroma of tea as if the burden of thought disappeared instantly.
"So you asked? I'm calling you here to discuss a family test that's going to take place in three days."