Chapter 133: Planning
Planning
Eventually, they decided that Osho would evolve The Citadel Lord’s Beast, then Principal Timothy, followed by his friends, Stephen, and then Fredrick.
Well, Simon would also receive the same treatment, but he’d be dead last.
On that note, Fredrick had finally gone up to Osho, his face impassive as he asked directly.
"So, why am I here?" I asked simply, and Osho regarded him silently.
He naturally knew what Fredrick was asking. Unlike the others, Fredrick hadn’t helped him in any way, shape, or form. Their only interaction was purely transactional, so in all honesty, there was no relationship between the two of them that would warrant Osho trusting him with such a big secret.
This was the case, as Osho didn’t trust him. Instead, he was taking a bit of a calculated risk.
"What are your intentions after this?" Osho didn’t reply and asked him a question.
Fredrick was silent, then he replied calmly.
"I intend to move to another Citadel, a higher-class one, and open my own Beast Tamer guild." He explained with a shrug, most likely seeing no reason to hide it.
Moreover, he was aware that Osho already knew.
"Alright. That’s all good and fine. However, I need your help with something." He paused, then continued. "I intend to use this guild of yours as a cover." Fredrick blinked, intrigued.