I stood next to the girls as we watched the last of the movers pick up the remaining boxes to take them to our new place. Honestly, I'll miss this place a little bit—because this was my first home that wasn't that fucking orphanage, where the caretakers were horrible to me. And this was the place where I met the girls.
"This might be the last time we see this apartment building," I said to them, since after today we'll have no reason to come back to this street.
"Well, I'm happy we're out of this place, 'cause this part of the city fucking sucks," Sona said to us.
"This whole damn city sucks."
"True."
"Excuse me, folks," one of the movers said to get our attention. Then he added, "We've finished putting all the boxes into the truck, so we're just waiting for you folks to lead the way."
The girls looked at me. I raised my hands and said, "I have no idea why y'all are looking at me, 'cause I don't know how to drive." Then I decided to mess with them, so I added, "Oh, I get it—you're waiting for the alpha to say we can go."
Right after I said that, I got slapped on the back of the head by Veronica—which I did deserve.
Anyway, we walked to our car. Sona and I sat in the back while Veronica was in the driver's seat and Sophie sat up front with her. Veronica started the car, then began driving to our new place.
The drive itself was mostly quiet. I'm pretty sure we were all still processing the move, because there's a difference between knowing about something and actually doing it—and this still felt kind of shocking. But the more nerve-wracking part of this is that we haven't even been to the place yet. I kind of wanted our first view of the place to be when we moved in—because that would feel more special to me.
I felt Sona's hand slide into mine and grip it tightly. I held it tightly in return, too, because I could feel her nervousness even if she tried to hide it behind a calm and chill face. So, I brought her hand up to my lips and kissed it gently, trying to calm her nerves.
Anyway, there are so many things I want to do once we settle into the new place—like finally being able to build things, like those knives I designed around Tim.
Now, let me explain a little more about the Essence of the Crafter. It's basically like a magical Google recipe book that gives me the recipe for how to make something when I want to make it. So, for example, imagine me wanting to make a simple Korean beef rice bowl. The Essence gives me the instinctual idea of how to make it. I can make a sword out of bone, but I'd still need tools to help shape it.
Let me explain the conjuring part too. The Essence gives me recipes for making things, but it doesn't explain what the materials do or what they're for. That makes it harder for me to conjure materials. Like, let's say I want to conjure a water element stone—I'd need to know what it feels like or how it's measured. Because not everything is measured the same way. Like, I figured out that if I want to conjure a mana stone, I have to measure it in kilograms instead of pounds. And I also have to calculate how much mana I want in it—and boy, that's hard because there's no clear unit of measurement for mana.
...I really need to stop monologuing like that.
All that aside, I can see us pulling into our new neighborhood right now—aka the rich folks' place, where we kind of don't belong.
"Damn, these places are really nice," Sona said as she looked out the window at the manors.
"Most of these are new money," I said as I looked at the manors too.
"How do you know that?"
"Tim taught me how to tell what's old money and what's new."
"And how exactly can you tell, then?"
"Mostly by their manors and the type of cars they drive. Old money manors or houses are usually inherited, so the places look older but are still well taken care of. As for the cars, they tend to be classic or vintage models."
"Huh, I never really realized that," Sophie said as she looked out the window too.
"Of course you didn't. Hell, none of us would realize or know that because we're not part of that life. Heck, we still won't be part of that life even when we move into this manor we're getting," Veronica said to us—and it was the truth. For now, that is. Because I'm going to be Bruce's dealer for things.
Veronica pulled up to the gate that was marked on the GPS. She grabbed the gate remote that Bruce sent us the day after I made the deal with him—along with the keys to everything for the manor.
We pulled into the gate and started driving up the driveway to the manor—and boy, this place already looked amazing. It was covered in beautiful green like a mini forest, and it had so much potential to grow things.
Then we finally got to the manor itself—and it just screamed old money. The architecture, the vines crawling over it—it looked so damn cool and beautiful.
"Oh my…" I heard Sophie whisper quietly.
Veronica stopped the car and I got out fast to look around the manor. Then I ran to the front entrance to unlock the door.
The inside looked so nice and kind of old. And I'm not going to lie—I really wanted to run around and look at everything here. But I had to control myself… for now.
I went back outside to help get everything ready inside. Then we'd decide who gets what room, since we didn't really know the layout of this place.
About 30 minutes later, we had gotten all the boxes inside the manor. Now we were watching the movers' truck drive away, and we waited for the gate to close before heading back inside again.
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[AN: Hello goblins, it your favorite Hispanic Daddy here and this Chapter is shorter than my other ones cause I was rushing this one a little bit.
Anyway I made a new fanfic called A Old Man Journey so please check it out if you want to and tell me how you like it.
I really don't got anything else to say so I hope you goblins have a good day]