Zosia: Quick Transmigration System
Chapter 148 - 146- ARC 5

As Zosia stepped out of the Duchess room, she was met with the butler who seemed to have been waiting for a while.

"Is everything ready?" Zosia asked. Her face bore nothing like the soft and kind smile she had on her face when she was with the duchess.

The butler had a lost look on his face as he looked at Zosia.

"Is everything ready?" Zosia asked again as she adjusted her clothes, promoting the butler to snap out of his trance.

"Yes, young master. I had everyone arrange everything in the store room and I have all the deeds of the remaining stores here." The butler said as he gave Zosia a stack of papers.

Zosia took the deeds and flipped through them.

The deeds were for the stores that were publicly known to people that it belongs to their family.

So, if the stores were to suddenly change hands, it will be strange.

"Those shopkeepers who handled the stores, what do you think about them?" Zosia asked.

The butler began to talk about each shopkeeper and the stores they handled.

"Have them close the stores and come see me. As for the shop keepers of the stores in far places, I will write a letter that you would send to them." Zosia said, her gaze on the sky that was beginning to get cloudy.

"Yes, young master." The butler bowed slightly and left, leaving Zosia to keep gazing at the sky.

"Sigh! As my powers have grown, it takes a longer time for me to get used to the body." She mused inwardly, her eyes reflecting a pale screen that could not be seen by others.

The screen reflected red dots on the map.

The map of the capital city was reflected before her eyes and the dots belonged to the spies she had let go.

'Did they think they could leave without a bit of punishment?!' Zosia's lips curled up into a wicked smile.

'I can't believe I had to use this ticket because of them.' Zosia thought inwardly with her hands behind her back as she watched the activities of different spies.

The ticket she is referring to, were the ones given to her as her reward for her last mission.

The tailing talisman was something she had seen in her inventory, meaning it must have been from her last task.

Since she was currently in a task world, to which apart from her library and some miscellaneous functions of the system, she can't access her notification and status panel.

"Tsk... Other task takers can access theirs, I am the only unique one. And uselessly unique at that." She muttered inwardly, her brows furrowing in annoyance at the thought of it.

The tailing talisman had the effect of her map which Zosia would have disregarded if not for the other benefits it came with.

The scale of the tracking was largest than her map and it could also project a video and audio of the actions of the people she is tracking.

Taking a deep breath, she calmly walked back to the courtyard, where they had placed the injured young man.

While walking, she thought about the things she still had to do.

Dealing with the people who sent the spies would surely raise an alarm especially since most of them were nobles.

Zosia didn't plan to just uproot them from their roots, she planned to use them to cause chaos in the capital city, keeping the kingdom on its toes for a while.

Just as Zosia was approaching the courtyard, a servant rushed out of the room.

Upon seeing her, the servants eyes lit up and immediately rushed towards her.

"Young master, the injured messenger hopes to speak with you."

From the servants words, Zosia could guess a thing or too.

"It seems the young man can't last any longer. He has probably sensed that he is about to die." As Zosia allowed her mind to conjure up possible things the messenger may probably want to tell her while increasing her pace.

Upon reaching her courtyard, her personal servant was also standing there, in wait.

Zosia entered inside the room, her eyes moving from the tired doctor who was zoning in and out of sleep on the chair to the person on the bed.

"Young master, Thank you for saving me." The messenger started. "I thought I could live for a longer time, but I can already feel my life force waning. I can only ask the young master for a favor, knowing that I can't be alive to fulfil it."

"Speak." Zosia said, her eyes holding a gentle and comforting smile.

"Please help me take care of my family. My family only has me as a man and they would be bullied once I die." The messenger eyes held a pleading look as he looked at Zosia. If he could stand up and kowtow, he would surely do it, but now he can't even move his body.

"You should be more than aware that soon we would become either be dead or become refugees. What makes you think that I would be able to protect your family?" Zosia asked, the gentle and comforting smile was still on her face.

"I...I trust the young master." The messenger said after a moment of thought.

Zosia smiled without responding, her piercing eyes looking at the messenger whose mouth moved without saying a word.

"For your sacrifice, I will do it. As for how possible it would be, I can only try my best."

"Thank you, Young master." The messenger said with gratitude.

"You can go in peace."

Since, the young master had accepted his request and knowing that the Duke household was one to fulfill the promise they had made, he stopped struggling and could finally leave the world in peace.

Soon, the messenger stopped breathing.

The servant behind Zosia sighed. He couldn't help but be saddened at the death of a fellow servant like him.

Even the doctor who was already tired and lethargic sighed. Despite having witness many deaths, he still felt emotional.

Zosia didn't feel anything. If anything, she felt that she didn't need to spend money to close his mouth. Though she would have to spend money to take care of his family.

She suddenly turned to look at the doctor, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's nothing. I am just doing my duty." The doctor waved his hand and replied, his voice held a bit of fawning.

He knew that his life or death currently depends on the young master decision.

"Give it to him." She commanded the servant who was standing behind her.

The servant stepped forward with a pouch of money.

The doctor received it but didn't dare weigh it in the young master presence. But just that light touch before he tucked it into his bossom, told him that the pouch was heavy.

"Thank you, young master for your grace."

Zosia smiled and turned to the servant. "Escort the doctor out."

The doctor bowed one more time while secretly breathing a sigh of relief.

The servant led the doctor out, leaving behind Zosia and the dead messenger.

"Young master, I have gathered everyone and we are ready to leave." Her personal servant said.

"Mm. We won't be leaving anytime soon, I still have to settle some things. We can't leave in a rush." Zosia said softly, before turning to look at her personal servant who was also in charge of the Black guards.

The Black guards were people personally trained by the host father. They were the Elites of the Elites.

They were in charge of protecting the family, gathering information and assassination.

"I still have some things for you to do." Zosia said and started giving orders.

She told him to send someone to get the messenger's family and give them one of the smallest courtyards and shop that they may not be able to liquidate on time as well as a pouch of money.

She then had him take some men and deal with some of the less troublesome spies in the least noticeable way possible.

"When everything is done. Come and report to me." Zosia said.

"Yes, young master. The personal servant bowed, though there was a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

He has been the host personal servant for so many years, so he quickly noticed the subtle change in his young master behavior.

"No need to be suspicious, Argon. The tides we are facing is enough to make anybody at the cusp of it, to change." Zosia said, making Argon suppress his suspicions.

Zosia didn't say anything again. Whether he believed her or not, it didn't matter as far as he is loyal to her.

She had also checked his loyalty. Even though it wasn't at a 100% it was still at a good level. Currently it's at 90%.

Argon was about to leave, then he turned to look at Zosia. "I like the change but it still feels off to me. Because the young master I know, doesn't have that deep look in his eyes."

The deep look he was referring to, was the look of someone who has gone through so many things in life.

A look you would see in an experienced or aged person.

The young master he knows, even though the young master could be cunning or smart at times, he still has this clueless look about the world in his eyes.

Even seeing blood alone, always irritates the young master, yet, the current young master could stay in the place that was filled with a thick stench of blood and still smile warmly to the messenger.

"You will get used to it." Zosia said with a smile.

His words had acted as a warning to her, reminding her that the eyes were the windows to the soul.

Closing her eyes and opening it, she noticed that Argon had left. But, he didn't see the fact that the young master eyes which held a hint of vicissitudes, now had a clueless look about the world.

For the personal servant to realize that the young master has changed, she wondered if the host mother had noticed it as well.

'Why didn't the host mother say anything?' Zosia thought inwardly, her gaze becoming calm and the turbid look in the depths of her eyes, vanished.

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