[28 days of Protection Period]
That lunch, Althea couldn’t concentrate on eating because of everyone’s heated gaze. She put down her utensils and stared them down.
"Can we resume to normal please? Also, I don’t want people to know I’m the Lord here…"
"Understood, boss!" Sheila yelled with a salute. "But I’m so curious. What does the lord’s control panel look like?"
Althea sighed and gave them a rough idea, rousing a few oohs and ahhs from time to time.
"That sounds amazing…" Harold said, and Maya bobbed her head cutely.
"Does it look like a game panel?" Eugene couldn’t help but ask. He was once a normal boy who had had his share of games, after all.
"It’s similar, but the theme looks… medieval?" Althea mumbled after a bit of thought. The technology was really futuristic, but the entire thing felt a bit… old.
It was very weird.
"A medieval game?"
"Maybe."
"But this… is the real world, right?" Harold asked, and he couldn’t help but remember some old science fiction movies he had watched when he was still a young lad. "Our consciousness didn’t get taken and thrown to some game right…?"
The girls rolled their eyes at this, while Eugene looked at him a little pale, seriously considering.
The two then began on discussing some conspiracy theories, as well as what they could do.
Ignoring the men’s overactive imaginations, Sheila just turned back to the boss, asking more about the very interesting Lord panel.
Sheila couldn’t help but think of their accommodations tonight, and her face scrunched at the recollection of the houses in Royal Territory.
"What about the residences?" She asked, a worried expression on her face. "They’re not all like… that, right?"
If they had a choice, they would naturally want to live comfortably.
They could be a bit choosy. Their boss was the lord here, after all!
Althea nodded at this and gently put down her spoon. "This is what I actually want to talk about." She said, turning to Eugene, who was discussing something about ’quests to find the mastermind’ with Harold.
"Eugene."
"Ah! Yes…"
"All the residential options aren’t ideal, so I plan on customizing myself. Although we could only customize one, for now, I think it’s worth using this slot on this."
Being pregnant was uncomfortable enough. She really didn’t want to wrong herself, not when she clearly had the power to avoid it.
The 300 square meter limit for the custom house was more than enough. As long as the building was used as a permanent residence, it could be used to do whatever they wanted.
She handed her portable tablet to Eugene. "Can you by some chance design a water supply and waste system for a self-sustaining house? Here’s the folder of past knowledge about this issue."
Eugene gaped at the tablet, scrolling and scrolling and his eyes turned brighter and brighter the more he saw.
Eugene’s eyes absolutely sparkled at the plethora of information in his hand, not expecting the Boss to save up detailed knowledge.
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