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A few minutes later.

The long motorcade proceeded down the road in perfect order.

Thanks to the prior planning,

the roads that were usually packed were clear and unobstructed all the way.

Every vehicle along the route, regardless of type—even police cars and ambulances—could only pull over and yield under the weight of authority.

At the center of the motorcade,

inside an extended custom-made car,

Orsaga sat with one leg crossed over the other, drinking red wine in boredom.

Every now and then, he glanced through the window at the River Thames beside the road.

"River Thames... It had been a long time since I last saw this river..."

Hearing those undisguised words,

the old man acting as a sycophant immediately lit up, as though he had found a priceless treasure.

He felt that he had heard some very useful information!

Could milord have once been from Great Britain? Or had he visited this place before?

For a moment, countless thoughts raced through his mind.

His brain spun at full speed!

Unable to resist trying to curry favor, he said:

"My lord, I own more than ten detached properties in the area around the River Thames. If you need them, you may use them as you please."

Would Orsaga refuse such an offer?

Obviously not!

Other people's things were my things.

The only reason they were allowed to use them was because they needed to kneel and thank me for my generosity.

And my things were still my things.

I could do whatever I wanted with them!

It was a very simple notion—logical, well-founded, and perfectly orderly.

So, too lazy even to think about it, Orsaga answered without the slightest politeness:

"Just pick the best one for me to live in."

Faced with that rather direct request, the old man