Contradictions

Thinking of this, Solam let out a sigh of relief. Sometimes, having an elder who could shoulder the burden did not seem so bad. No wonder those second-generation officials and rich kids were so arrogant—when something went wrong, someone would always clean up after them.

At first, Solam had even been planning to prepare another escape route.

Since there was no avoiding it, Solam decided to be straightforward about it. As long as they did not kill him, it was not a big deal. Besides, with Chalanona around, the other side would not go too far. So, in the blink of an eye, Solam stopped dwelling on it, turned, and returned to the mansion to check on the progress inside.

Once the Masked Mage Guild had finished, he planned to have Violette make a few more alterations. The reason he had spent such a huge price on this mansion was, first, because he needed a place to settle down. His spice business was all here; he could not stay in inns forever. And even if he did not mind, Nazel and the others needed somewhere to stay too.

Second, of course, he wanted to screw over the Arcane Brotherhood properly. He wondered whether the Brotherhood would come looking for trouble once they learned that Solam had taken over their secret base like a magpie stealing a nest. Given the Arcane Brotherhood's usual nature, that was practically guaranteed, and Solam was looking forward to it.

While Solam gleefully imagined the Arcane Brotherhood being battered bloody by traps in this mansion, two legendary mages elsewhere were also discussing him.

"Hehe, Chalanona, he really is your grandson. He has quite the nerve. He took my things, yet not only did he not panic, he is openly renovating the place. Hehe, it has been