Reborn as the Genius Son of the Richest Family

Chapter 957  Trouble at Thunderfoot

Michael emerged from an unseen shadow of a wall. He looked down at where he came from and nodded at the Shadow Orc who provided him a place to transport to.

Then, he took stock of his location. On his left was a large and dense gathering of tents and cabins stretching across the flat plains. On his right was the unassailable bulwark of New Sparta.

This ‘temporary’ human settlement was so huge and attracted many opportunists that it was basically its own city at this point. There were residences, plazas, markets, and even entertainment establishments like taverns and circuses.

He set his eyes onto one of the biggest ‘tents’ in this district. This was one of the only few that could actually be called a house, being made out of stone and brick.

{THUNDERFOOT}

The giant, inscribed, metal plate on the front couldn’t be missed. And with lots of foot traffic going in and out of the building, Michael realized that finding them would have been a lot easier than he thought.

He merged with the crowd entering inside, finding himself in a temple-like environment. Lots of wooden pillars, curved overhanging roofs, and a richly cultivated environment that would have felt serene, if not for the hundreds of people walking around busily. It actually did remind him of temples back in his previous life. The ones that were filled with tourists, at least.

As he followed the crowd, he was led to a reception area that had a very thick line of people queueing around.

He stealthily employed his Drone, going around hundreds of heads in the line.

Then, he saw the reason for the overstacked guests.

The receptionist. Well, the lack of one.

“What’s going on?! Where’s the people in charge around here?” complained one of the people at the front of the line. “I’ve been waiting for four hours now!”

“Well tough luck, bud. I’ve been waiting for six.”

“This is ridiculous. I’m out of here!”

Though the tough guy said those words, he didn’t actually leave the queue. He just hoped others would be galvanized to do so, lessening the line.

Michael didn’t want to wait for hours too, so he quickly left the queue and walked around to explore the area.

Jot’un could explain what was happening.

He closed his eyes, using his innate Supreme Talent to sense the world around him.

Immediately, a slew of Light mana signatures appeared in his sixth sense. Each person was unique. If he could hone in on Jot’un’s mana, he’d be able to find him in the near vicinity.

[Searching…]

[Found!]

His sixth sense zoomed around the Thunderfoot Temple compound, bypassing the thick crowd, going through the sliding doors, and through their private quarters.

There, he saw Jot’un among a couple of other people.

Strangely, the first thing he noticed was that every single person in their compound was in this room. Like a family gathering or something.

He didn’t know what they were doing, but it seemed that there were a lot of ‘passionate’ discussions going around.

Wanting to snoop, Michael deployed his Main Drone. It flitted around the crowd, phasing through the walls, and eventually reaching the meeting room just far enough so that the Drone’s microphone could pick up on the conversation.

He didn’t want to go too close. There may be Nascent Spirit Maugnetics there who could sense the Drone.

“What do they want? Did they give a price?”

“They haven’t yet.”

Since he couldn’t see through the walls, he didn’t know who was talking.

“We must find them. This is detrimental to our progress!”

“Those bastards! Who are they even?! Why have we never heard of a company like this before?!”

“If they don’t want money, then why have they done this? Purely out of spite? For destruction? Their motives are inconceivable!”

Michael listened in closely on their discussions. He couldn’t hear some of the finer details, but he did hear enough to form a temporary conclusion.

The Thunderfoot company is in trouble. Something…or someone, was taken from them by an unknown entity.

It looked like they tried to negotiate the return of their property, but the thieves have yet to respond to any of their attempts, which was the reason for the frustration going around the room.

That was basically it. They discussed different options for retrieval, but it was either impossible to do, or too costly. They simply couldn’t settle on a single decision, devolving the conversations into needless arguments. Eventually, one of them remembered that they still had a business to uphold, so the meeting was forced to an end, and the members of their company resumed their posts.

It wouldn’t be long before the reception desk would have a receptionist.

But Michael didn’t focus on that. He focused on Jot’un, who gloomily walked through the halls of their temple with a dour expression on his face. He dragged his feet along the wood, absentmindedly passing by other people.

Michael took this chance and took off, jostling himself through the crowd and slipping past the empty security doors, before eventually seeing Jot’un in front of him.

“Hey,” he called out.

“Hrn?” Jot’un finally looked up, his face squinting as he looked at Michael.

“Me?”

Michael chuckled. “There’s no one else here, right?”

Confused, Jot’un walked up to Michael with a wary expression on his face. “Ummm… you can’t be here—-wait. You look familiar.”

It took a few seconds before Jot’un’s eyes widened. “You’re… YOU’RE KEO!”

Michael was surprised Jot’un figured it out so soon. After all, both of them were wearing masks last night. The only reason Michael knew it was him because of his mana signature. But Jot’un had nothing to go on.

“How’d you know?”

“I have a good nose for powerful people,” Jot’un replied, studying Michael’s face. “Is that really you Keo? You’re much younger than I thought. And wait. Why are you here? How did you get past our guards?!”

“Shout it, why don’t you,” Michael said, covering the talkative guy’s mouth. “I’m here to buy some GodForge pieces.”

Jot’un raised his eyebrows, before nodding. “How much?”