Chapter 133: The Plan (Part 2)
After gathering the supplies he needed, Adyr returned to the playroom and stepped back into the capsule. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the same dimly lit room, the air still tinged with candlelight.
He didn’t leave immediately. A sour scent reached his nose, faint but familiar. It had been lingering for some time.
He hadn’t bathed this body in days. And now, with a meeting ahead involving several high-ranking practitioners, he decided it was time to make a proper impression. Without hesitation, he entered the room’s private bathroom for a quick shower.
The water was brisk, the soap oddly fragrant. Efficient and refreshing. Once finished, he dried off, slipped back into his tactical uniform, secured his gear, and unlocked the door.
"Lord Adyr."
Waiting outside were the same knights and two maids as before. One of the maids stood beside a large trolley stacked with food.
"We prepared the meal as soon as you asked. Apologies if it’s gone cold. If you’d like, we can bring you a fresh one right away." Her head remained bowed as she spoke quickly.
They must’ve brought it immediately after his request—but since he had asked not to be disturbed, they’d simply waited outside in silence.
"It’s fine. More than enough. Thank you," Adyr said politely, pulling the trolley inside and closing the door behind him.
The meal was varied again. Everything on the plates was different from last time—new textures, unfamiliar flavors. He sampled each one with quiet satisfaction. Once finished, he left everything clean and orderly, then stepped out of the room.
It was time. He was ready for the negotiation.