Chapter 218: What is yours is mine?
As the rest of the family shuffled deeper into the corridor, bickering softly over who would take which room, Damon allowed himself a small sigh of relief. Things had escalated exponentially, and it felt as if a huge storm had passed him.
However, it did not matter. He was pretty sure there was another storm waiting, like five minutes away. Damon shook his head helplessly at the thought. At least they were all safe for now. In the meantime, it was time to make more preparations. First things first.
"Lo Rocha, can you teleport this whole castle to some remote corner of this world where no one else is there. Can you also make sure that it’s invisible, cannot be detected by any means, and all that?"
La Rocha didn’t answer immediately.
"Yes or no?" Damon asked once again.
"Yes. Yes. I can do it, but I must warn you. All my resources are going to run dry at this rate. If you still force me to do things, then I would have to dig into treasures to keep things up and running. Using the treasures which I had painstakingly collected for eons as a simple power source is not beneficial for either of us."
Damon’s ears immediately perked up at the mention of treasures. "He stopped the item spirit rant with a quick suggestion. I can farm some mana cores and hand them to you for power supply. Don’t worry about that."
La Rocha snorted. "Whatever." And then he begrudgingly added. "Master." It was almost as if he were afraid of another system punishment.
Damon did not care. "Cough. Cough. Since we are anyway on the topic of treasures, how about you let me take a look at this treasure collection? Let me see what all can be used. Cough. I mean, let me take a look and admire all of your precious items. No touching, just seeing." He laughed.