3974 Plan

Click!

I appeared beside the door and opened it. There was a man, who once again politely rang the door of my hope.

I thought he would summon me, but he came personally and quickly.

It had not been even half an hour since Manya had left.

"Prime Volsnorth, what a great surprise," I said, and the man just rolled his eyes.

"Come in please," I added, and the man walked inside a moment later.

"Happy birthday, Micheal. Sorry for coming uninvited," he said.

"It's no bother. I am sure, it must be really important, for Prime like yourself comes personally instead of summoning me," I said, and a smile cracked on the old man's face.

"You know, nectar is the high restricted substance. You should inform the organization, the moment, you found it," he said as he sat down.

"I would have, but the rules stated it is for Prime Grade Nectar," I replied innocently, and the man rolled his eyes once again.

"We are going to change those," he muttered, and his eyes turned serious.

"How many do you have?" he asked directly, and I smiled before waving my hand.

Immediately, six old-looking cartons appeared, shocking the man.

Each carton has twelve bottles. There are a total of sixty of them.

He might have expected one or two, given how hard it is to find them. Here, there are sixty; they could do a lot of things with such numbers.

"This find will surely be mentioned to the leader," he commented.

"How much you have kept them for yourself?" he asked. I could tell, the old man wanted even those I had kept for myself.

"Enough for own needs," I replied, and the old man kept looking.

"Much less than this," I added.

"We will pay you well. If you sell us what you have," pressed the old man, but I just smiled.

There was a silence for a few seconds before he opened his mouth.

"What do you want in exchange?" he asked, taking out the one bottle from the gla.s.s artifact dish, before carefully extracting a hundredth of the drop and placing it into the gla.s.s artifact.

19:04

The gla.s.s artifact lit up and kept as such for over a minute before a magenta color appeared over it.

"Top grade," he said, with eyes wide, before a big smile appeared on his face.

"I want these things," I said and flashed the list in front of him.

"It is quite a wish list you have. I don't have we have some of those things in vaults," he said, reading the list.

"I am sure, the organization would be able to procure them," I said, and the old man smiled.

"It might take some time, but I don't think, it would be a problem," he replied, and I smiled.

I need those things. They will help me in artifice, alchemy, and in my practice.

"Mind telling me, how you got your hands on these things?" he asked.

It took me a few minutes, but I told him the story. Which is mostly true.

It is about me hunting the cultist in one of my missions in Avros and finding it in their storage.

It is a perfect lie.

This way, even if they were able to gauge the age or even forbidden power in it. They wouldn't be able to link it to me as I got them from the cultist's storage.

It would be hard, though.

I have done the tests. In those tests, the nectar shows to be decades old. In my test, I didn't discover the forbidden power at all.

It had merged so perfectly, that unless I use the tool forged using the forbidden power. I wasn't able to discover it.

Even using those, I was able to discover it because of my familiarity with my forbidden power. If someone had been using those tools, it would be really hard for them to discover it.

"Submit the file on everything, you have remembered on it," he said. I smiled and pushed a crystal forward.

"I had made copies of every mission report, I had filed in Avros," I replied.

The old man took it and turned to me.

"Next time, don't wait before informing us. If you found any restricted goods and are careful, such news didn't remain hidden," he cautioned.

I nodded before a slice of cake appeared in my hand.

"Thank you," he said, and a moment later, the old man took a bite out of it.

Click!

A few minutes later, I closed the door and walked back into my chair.

'I hope, it works,' I thought.

There is a deeper working strategy to give the organization the nectar.

Usually, I keep such things to myself, because of the involvement of forbidden power, but here, I sold it.

I want to see whether they could discover the forbidden power.

If they could, then I would have a proper excuse. If they didn't, then I would be able to sell things organization than before.

It is an enormous risk; I had taken it, but I felt like, I needed to.

I am going to be in an organization for a long time and I need to know their capabilities. If I knew, I would be able to hide the forbidden power well.

If things didn't work as I planned. I could fall into a ma.s.sive trouble.

I knew the risk, but I needed to take it.

I watched the organization for a few more minutes, before closing my eyes.

A moment later. I appeared at my core. In front of the crystal shelf, which looked a lot emptier.

I didn't lie when I told Prime Volsnorth, I had less than what I had given him.

I have now only two dozen with me.

I could have given him a dozen more, but I don't know, whether I would be able to produce the nectar again and play on the safe side.

Two dozen would be more than enough for my own needs.

I do not need much. It is an nectar, but all things, it would stop affecting me. If consumed it is over the limit.

So, keeping more than I needed wouldn't have been wise.

Giving five cartons to the organization would help me get the resources I wanted for a long time.

After taking one last glance, I walked away from it.

Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!

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