"Whether it is the Ministry of Magic or Dumbledore and Breen, helping either side is not in our interests. I think the best course for us is to watch them destroy each other."
Voldemort began to speak, and the discussion in the room immediately fell silent.
A glint curved across the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses. Adam Vogel was silent for a moment before finally bowing respectfully to Voldemort.
"Your opinion has enlightened me greatly. However, respected Dark Lord, should we consider relocating our base?"
Relocating their base?
The Death Eaters' gazes converged on Adam Vogel's face once more. Their probing looks held anger, mockery, excitement, and contemplation.
The Malfoys, seated midway down the long table, suddenly clenched their hands beneath it. They lowered their eyes to keep their colleagues from seeing the longing in them.
"Relocating our base? You mean leaving Malfoy Manor?"
Voldemort's narrow red eyes widened.
"Why would you have such an interesting idea, Adam? Oh, hehe, do you wish to report that Lucius rescued you from Azkaban? Oh, after all, so many of us are crammed in here, and it has cost Lucius quite a bit of gold?"
"Oh, Master!"
Lucius immediately leapt from his chair, hurried to Voldemort's recliner with a bow, his pale face the same color as moonlight.
"It is the honor of my life to serve you. Mere gold cannot compare to even a fraction of your esteem!"
"Don't be nervous, my friend—"
Voldemort gave a shrill laugh.
"I was merely making a little joke."
"I am deeply grateful that your servant rescued Jasna and me from that hell, but my proposal has nothing to do with that, respected Dark Lord—"
Adam could no longer sit so casually. He left his seat and came to stand beside Malfoy.
"It is simply that,