Heiress Unmasked: Shaking the World With Geomancy novel Chapter 2399

From that alone, it was clear that Zidane preferred Mystic, the organization he had built with his own hands. Never mind the fact that Mystic was meant to replace the underworld one day.

He had always been fair in his dealings, never taking things that didn't belong to him. If he wanted something, he would find a way to take it for himself.

No one had to offer anything to him.

Zidane's tone might be casual, but Mordecai knew, deep down, that he meant it.

No longer pushing the matter of returning the title, Mordecai simply said, "If Mystic ever needs cooperation from the underworld, I'll support it fully."

Zidane didn't stand on ceremony. "Hasn't that already been the case?"

What had worked before would continue working now.

Zidane might want to build things his own way, but having existing networks and free labor? He wasn't above using them.

With a flick of his hand, a ghost gate opened. It was time to head back to his trading post.

Business remained business, and not a single deal would be left behind.

Seeing Mordecai still wanting to follow, Zidane began to feel annoyed. "The matter's settled. You should head back to the underworld."

Sometimes, it was fine to come out for some fresh air, but tagging along with him all over the mortal realm? What was the point of that?

"The underworld has no urgent matters."

"I don't care. Just don't follow me around. Go do whatever you need to do!"

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At the Jensen residence in Seastone City, Shannon and Benjamin finally remembered that Alex's soul had not yet been switched back from the mosaic scutes tortoise the day after they returned from the alternate world.

Sure, their ghost gates could open anywhere, but they could've at least picked a better time and place!

"There had better be a reason you're here," she said coldly.

Zidane and Mordecai glanced around the room, lavishly decked in princess-pink decor, and realized this wasn't the most appropriate setting.

Still, having served as Morvhan for six thousand years, Mordecai was the embodiment of composure. What might be mildly awkward for others didn't even register with him.

He remained expressionless. Zidane, on the other hand, looked perfectly at ease.

He even took a moment to casually admire Shannon's room, remarking, "Didn't expect this to be your aesthetic. Next time you ask me to find something, I'll keep your preference in mind."

Like, those spiritual-energy-infused stones with pink hues. She was now the Divine Power, so a little special treatment was well within his means.

Meanwhile, Shannon screamed in her head, "Oh my gosh. Why are they here?"