Chapter 84: The Black Revenger
Eleanor finally understood what the head of the Bultungin Clan meant in his philosophical monologue about "time." His words weren’t just wisdom... he had urged her to seize the opportunity before her, to act decisively before it slipped away. Otherwise, she might live to regret her inaction in old age.
Understanding his true message, Eleanor chuckled inwardly. "What an interesting old man. All those poetic lines... just to get me to accept his deal."
Ooduwa seemed pleased with the agreement they had reached. "You’ve come a long way," he said, his voice warm. "I’ve prepared some light refreshments in the garden. Let’s continue our conversation there."
"Of course," Eleanor replied politely, following him through the palace.
As they walked, Ooduwa pointed out various works of art that lined the corridor... his personal collection of priceless paintings. Eleanor suddenly remembered the gift she had brought for him.
She raised her voice slightly, "Bring the gift I prepared to the garden."
Ooduwa didn’t question whom she had addressed. His intuition, honed by years of leadership, told him exactly what she meant.
The palace garden was a breathtaking sight. An intricately designed landscape filled with blossoming flowers and exotic greenery greeted her. A light breeze rustled the leaves, adding a calming melody to the ambiance. Eleanor took a deep breath, instantly soothed by the peaceful surroundings.
Ooduwa led her to a small round table shaded beneath a flowering tree. A silver tray bore a beautiful array of freshly cut tropical fruits and delicate pastries, along with bottles of fresh beverages.
"Please," Ooduwa gestured toward the food, "help yourself."
Just then, Sebastian walked to them and handed Eleanor a rectangular, ornately carved box. Without a word, he bowed and retreated again.