My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 866

Chapter 866 -866 The Deal

Unfortunately, the scholars didn’t possess the complete set of texts. So even with copies of Kisha’s magic scrolls in hand, they still couldn’t fully decipher the intricate arcane magic circles and text accompanying them.

Instead of providing answers, the scrolls only deepened the mystery, like standing on the edge of a revelation, only to be flung into a vast, directionless void. It felt as though the truth was just within reach, yet impossibly distant.

But for now, they remained unaware. It wouldn’t be until three centuries later that they would finally realize they had been going in circles all along, chasing a pipe dream without the full text of the ancient technique to guide them.

Meanwhile, as Kisha casually watched the pop-ups indicating her items were selling like hotcakes, the mage scholars were in disarray, scrambling through their dusty archives, stressed and frustrated.

Her scrolls had already been elevated to the status of priceless artifacts, now worth millions of gold coins and considered one of the greatest magical discoveries of the millennium, a window into a long-lost technique that had faded from history.

Knock… knock…

As soon as Kisha heard the knock, she knew it was Tristan and the others. She calmly exited her system interface, then laced her fingers together on the desk and leaned back in her chair.

“Come in,” she called, her voice cool and composed.

The moment the door opened, the room was filled with an unmistakable pressure. Kisha sat behind her desk with an air of quiet dominance, her gaze unwavering. The Commander General and his entourage paused at the threshold, clearly unsettled. As they entered, they instinctively stiffened under her oppressive aura.

Tristan, unaffected as always, led them to the couch across from her desk. No words were exchanged. Kisha merely watched them settle in, fidgeting, shifting uncomfortably, as if under interrogation lights.

One thing Kisha had mastered in negotiation: establish dominance first. Intimidate them into revealing their unease, and the rest of the discussion would go on her terms. The weaker they felt, the easier it was to steer the outcome in her favor.

Without a word, Tristan excused himself to prepare coffee for the guests and freshly squeezed orange juice for Kisha. The silence that followed was thick, so heavy that even a pin drop might have sounded like a thunderclap. Beads of sweat trickled down the Commander General’s temples, his confidence clearly waning under Kisha’s steady gaze. No one dared speak.

By the time Tristan returned with the drinks, the room was still under a heavy silence. Kisha hadn’t said a single word since they entered, nor did she seem in any rush to break the silence. Meanwhile, the visitors continued to avert their eyes, fixated on the floor as if searching for words they couldn’t find.

Tristan set down the freshly brewed coffee in front of the guests, and then carefully placed the chilled orange juice before Kisha. With practiced ease, he tucked the tray under his arm and moved to stand silently behind her like a proper butler, ready to act on her next command without a word.

The rich aroma of the coffee instantly filled the room, and the guests’ eyes lit up. It had been a long time since they’d encountered such a premium blend. They weren’t wrong to notice, these beans had been part of a rare stash Fred and the others recovered from the car dealership just days ago, later gifted to Kisha’s villa.

This was no random gesture. It was a deliberate move, Kisha and her people extending quiet hospitality, a subtle demonstration of their strength and resources wrapped in civility.

Kisha picked up her glass of orange juice and took a slow sip before finally offering a faint, measured smile.

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