Only Shawn knew about Tom's plan to go to Albania.
That was why Lucius had been unable to find the Dark Lord lately.
But now he had something fairly important to report, and he needed a decision.
With no other choice, he could only turn to the second boss.
Lucius had been given a Communication Card that connected directly to Shawn. After he sent a message, the reply soon came: the Dark Lord would return shortly.
An hour later, a Dark Lord who seemed both familiar and unfamiliar to Lucius arrived in the manor's attic.
With all his years of dealing with people and his shrewdness, even if Lucius had been a fool, he would have worked out what was going on by now.
But what could he do?
If the boss enjoyed cosplay, an employee with good social sense had to play along.
"M-Master."
Shawn had not realized that his cover was blown. He calmly imitated Tom's tone.
"My servant, why have you summoned me?"
Lucius suppressed the urge to curl his lip and answered respectfully.
"Master, the alchemical machine tool being developed at Borgin and Burkes has yet to make any significant progress. That old fellow claims the potion-makers working with him are all rubbish and lack the necessary skill, so he wants us to find a Potions Master to collaborate with him."
Shawn stopped himself from instinctively stroking his chin in thought, walked behind the desk, and sat down.
"Are you certain the problem lies with the potion-makers, rather than Borgin and Burkes deliberately slowing the development?"
Lucius nodded.
"Yes. Last time-last time, Master, you punished him so severely that he wished he were dead, and you branded him with the Dark Mark. However slippery he might be, he wouldn't dare play games."
Shawn immediately fell into