First Legendary Dragon: Starting With The Limitless System novel Chapter 376

Chapter 376: Making Plans

Magi pushed back his chair so fast Luna had to hop to the table to keep her footing. Papers slithered like startled fish. He walked around the desk, palms placed firmly on the edge, and peered at Orion as if measuring the size of the storm about to hit him.

"What more work, Boss? Aren’t I busy enough?" He swept a hand over the table, inkpots, tied contracts, a scattering of seal stamps like sleepy beetles. "These are not decorative."

Orion’s mouth curved into a wicked half-smile. "I notice you still have time for booze, so clearly you have time for more work. And relax, I won’t dump everything on you."

Magi’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. "At least tell me what you planned this time."

Orion’s gaze flicked to the right side, two low sofas facing each other over a tea table, cushions worn-in by too many negotiations over the months. "First sit. This’ll make more sense and keep you from fainting."

"By all means," Magi said, resigned and curious in equal measure. He led them over. Orion took the left sofa; Edgar stood at his shoulder like a carved helmsman.

Magi sat opposite him, Luna reclaiming her throne on his shoulder, whiskers flapping up and down.

"Won’t offer me wine?" Orion said teasingly as he settled, one brow up. "We’ve known each other for years."

Magi’s lips twitched. "Years? Boss, it hasn’t even been one. It has, however, aged me at least three."

Still, he flicked his ring and produced a pear-bellied gourd, pouring three small cups. "This is Starfall Eastern Beauty. If this doesn’t make you weep, you’re dehydrated."

Orion lifted his cup, peering at the liquid’s faint glow. "My first alcoholic drink in this world," he murmured, mostly to himself.

"Huh? You say something?" Magi turned his head to look at him while handing Edgar the second cup.

"Nothing," Orion said, amused, and took a small sip.

After a single sip, heat unfolded like moonlight on still water. There was the breath of starflower, and a small hint of frost-apple. It lingered softly, leaving the sense of night air perfumed with distant blossoms.

"Damn," he said, eyes brightening. "I must commend you. This is the best drink I’ve had yet."

Magi’s lips curled up with satisfaction, clinking his cup against Orion’s with a flourish. "Of course. Who do you take me for? I am Magi Alzareth. Bad wine refuses to follow me home on principle."

Edgar sniffed his cup before taking a small sip to savor it. His face formed a smile of satisfaction as the wine passed his old standards.

They let the first cups be cups, idle talk of the capital’s mood, a new banner on the shop, which pastry maker had started a war by claiming to have invented a new better pastry.

Orion set his empty cup down, it made a quiet click on the wood. His gaze turning serious. "Now," he said, "let’s start the serious talks."

He reached into his ring, drew out the Silent Hall Cube, and set it on the table between them. With a thumb press, the cube made a quiet noise.

A soft, clear barrier rolled out, reaching the walls, the windows, the door, the floorboards, and then vanishing to the eye, as if the room had inhaled and decided to hold its breath forever.

Edgar leaned in, looking at the cube with surprise. "A very nice treasure, Young Master. It can hide from most eyes and its grade is rather high as well."

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