The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 154

Chapter 154: Sample

Admittedly, they knew that advertising would be unnecessary the moment someone tried the items they’d put up.

But Xavier knew how much preparation Luca had made just to prepare his products for auction and figured it’d be better to have something to set the price high immediately.

Also, Ollie would need a bit of this because he needs to convince his father that a sudden Sunday Auction called for contacting their most prominent clients.

He honestly got scolded at first.

And Ollie expected this.

Which father wouldn’t scold a son who would suddenly ask for a grand auction with nothing but a mere hours to prepare?

Also, how and why would such clients expedite their travels for an auction when the products in question had no prior history?

So, they had to be given a reason.

And Ollie had to give his father one before he got disowned.

Thankfully, they thought about this before calling, or he would’ve been shaking in fear.

In fact, when Ollie cut off his father, who was about to experience hypertension, the Patriarch was surprised to hear that his son had expected it and had sent over a sample.

He could be the judge.

"Pop! I actually sent it over earlier, and it should be there anytime soon. And I hope by then it won’t be too late to send the things I sent over as part of the invitation."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Not only did this son of his send a sample in advance, but he also sent attachments for the invitations. How confident was this boy?!

Very confident.

In fact, by the time the Mylor Patriarch saw the delivered items, he thought that his frivolous son had the right to be confident this time around.

It was just that he had to punish this boy for using a basic courier to send over goods that could practically buy a planet at this rate!

And that was the call that Ollie received while he was fighting over the last roasted chicken leg.

"Pop! Is someone dying?! Because right now is a critical moment, can you give me like five minutes???"

Ollie shouted as he used his spoon to block Kyle’s fork.

It had always been a battle of utensils, and by now, everyone has agreed, for Ollie’s sake, that battles must only rely on the use of their respective utensils.

And for the most part, Ollie was able to win a few times; it was just that it was difficult when your father was screaming about shipping conditions and the need for military escort.

But it didn’t matter because his good brother’s wife won again!

He was about to complain about the mountain giant’s inhuman reflexes when he saw how Xavier shared the last chicken leg with his brother.

Fine.

But he better take out the bones so that Luca won’t choke on them again.

While he was comforted by the idea that Ollie hadn’t lost his mind, he still didn’t think much of his son’s urgency. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}