Enforcer Manual
Chapter 643: Things Go Contrary to One’s Wishes_1

Chapter 643: Chapter 643: Things Go Contrary to One’s Wishes_1

Franthing and his knights left, and only Song Lan and the head maid remained in the kitchen.

The arrogant behavior of the Monk family indeed conveyed some implicit messages—the Gilvez family’s control over the consortium was no longer stable, and those discontent with Isabella were growing in number. They might soon face a real internal struggle.

This might also explain why Isabella had lost her appetite.

Within less than half a month, Song Lan had the opportunity to witness two entirely different family structures. Philosophically, Morger and the Iris Consortium represented two extremes.

One was a mad dog extreme in protecting its own.

The other was eager to kick an ally when they were down, racing to deliver the finishing blow.

These observations made Song Lan realize something.

Great families are terrifying. He should stay as far away from such people as possible in the future, lest the flames of war reach an innocent bystander like him.

"I’m sorry you had to see that."

It was long after Franthing had strode away that the head maid managed to compose herself. Her smile vanished, "The one just now was Young Master Franthing and also the future heir of the Monk family."

Within the rigid hierarchy of the Iris Consortium, with her status as head maid, no matter what Franthing wanted to do before her, she had no power to object or intervene, even though she knew full well that such actions were meant to stoke fires; she was powerless to stop them.

"Do you have any leftover ingredients here? Let me see if I can come up with something."

Song Lan said.

"According to the consortium’s regulations, every dinner for the young lady must be registered and reported. I have already tried contacting the maid of the lady in charge of clothing, and she said it’s not necessary, and that you should go back," the head maid said, biting her lip, finding this message difficult to convey.

She was quite sure that if the food just now could have been delivered to the young lady, it might have changed her current state to some extent. And this young man who had come all the way from the Neutral Country was indeed a talented chef; there was still so much she had yet to learn from him.

"Alright, I’ll pack up my things."

Song Lan did not oppose and appeared calm and composed.

At the same time, however, he silently noted the name Franthing Monk in his mind.

He had not infiltrated the castle from afar just for a tour. The director had taken a risk to meet him privately yesterday and assigned him tasks. If their plan ended up being ruined by these childish family fights, preventing him from explaining to his superiors...

"This is not your responsibility. Wait here for me, I want to ask Ms. Kalida."

As Song Lan made to leave, the head maid quickly spoke up.

Normally, with her status, she should not detain a chef, but Song Lan’s arrival had given her hope for change.

Without giving Song Lan time to respond, she hurried out of the kitchen.

About ten minutes later, when Song Lan and Yeying were becoming drowsy from waiting, the head maid rushed back and eagerly told Song Lan the good news, "The lady said to keep you for now. She will have lunch with the young lady tomorrow noon. Come with me; I’ll take you to your new accommodation."

The place she mentioned was actually in the same building. Yet when the head maid turned on the lights on the second floor, Song Lan was once again astounded by the Iris Consortium’s financial strength.

Even the living quarters for the servants seemed much more luxurious than Lu Xiang’s apartment, not only in terms of decorative style but also the state-of-the-art technology used for domestic equipment. The head maid explained the use of each area in detail to Song Lan, and what surprised him even more was that the Iris Consortium had commissioned a specialized ordering system for the daily procurement of ingredients.

With just a few clicks in the system, any precious ingredient in the world could be delivered to the kitchen within two hours.

"You should rest well, I will come to find you tomorrow,"

After introducing Song Lan to his lodgings, the Head Maid suddenly remembered something and reminded him, "Please make sure to stay inside this building tonight and not go out."

After receiving a positive reply, she left the attic with quick steps.

Song Lan stayed on the second floor, watching her figure disappear into the distance before taking out the holographic map Lu Xiang had given him.

If the device wasn’t activated, it just looked like an ordinary button.

The holographic projection soon showed their current location.

The Inner city area of the Iris Consortium, surrounded by the Consortium’s daily office areas, and it was only if one followed the distant stairs upward that one would reach the residences of the important members of the Consortium.

Lu Xiang speculated that Jasmine, as a distinguished guest of the Consortium, could very likely have been arranged to rest in that area.

When the room was silent, Song Lan inevitably felt some nervous excitement. It was not easy wanting to visit Isabella’s residence. Between them were countless surveillance cameras and knights of the Personal Guard on night patrol.

It was said that if one was caught loitering inside the castle at night by the knights, the best outcome would be to be tortured and then thrown out of the city.

It was too dangerous outside, better to get a good night’s sleep today.

Song Lan comfortably lay down on the soft big bed, where the sheets and covers were filled with a fresh scent, seemingly capable of inducing sleep.

Just like usual, he settled Yeying, then lay down on the bed, covered himself with the blanket, and hoped to sleep like a baby until the next morning, leaving behind the fatigue accumulated over the entire day.

But things didn’t go as he wished.

After dozing off for half an hour, he was woken up by noises coming from outside the door.

It was the knights of the Personal Guard who had woken him up, and when he opened his eyes, he made a point of looking at the emblems on their armor.

Once again, it was a mark he had not seen before.

The man leading them wasn’t wearing a helmet; he was a man in his forties, with an ugly scar marking his face. Without any explanation, he pulled Song Lan from the bed and then ordered his subordinates to strip the bed, searching through it inside and out right in front of Song Lan.

Seeing that they didn’t find anything, the man with the scarred face interrogated Song Lan with a stern tone, "What were you just doing?"

"Sleeping,"

Song Lan replied with confusion on his face.

He was thankful that he was still wearing pajamas, so that this group of people with unknown origins didn’t see everything, "What’s going on, what happened?"

"You know very well what happened,"

The scarred man sneered. He gave a signal to his subordinates and commanded, "Take him away first."

"So, uh..."

Song Lan raised his hand and asked, "Sir, may I get dressed?"

"No,"

The man with the scar harshly rejected Song Lan’s request, "And I am no sir; boy, you can refer to me as the Scarlet Lord."

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