A black cat rode on a golden retriever's back, watching the Opera House under construction before her.
Workers came and went, carrying materials and cement inside without pause. Mr. Bede stood there, personally supervising the work.
Three water tankers were parked nearby as well.
"So why did it have to be this way!!!"
Grumbling, Puer gripped the golden retriever's ears with her paws as though holding reins and pulled back.
The golden retriever immediately turned, carrying the black cat home on his back. He went straight up to the third floor, gently nudged open the study door, and walked inside.
Kallen was sitting behind the desk, reading something, while Borg stood in front of him.
He was not reviewing the Allen Family's business affairs. In fact, after reading all their reports in the early hours of that morning, his response had been to keep all operations running as usual.
He knew nothing about business, so he could hardly change anything. Nor did he have the ability to turn everything he touched into gold.
Most importantly, the Allen Family did not lack money. What they lacked was the strength to protect themselves.
The material before him had just been brought over by Borg. Part of it consisted of written accounts. Borg had asked some elderly members of the collateral branches about the details of the clan leader's burial ceremony, then visited the Families' archives to look through the relevant records and find photographs of the burial.
The photographs clearly showed that the previous clan leader's body had been treated before burial, which more or less matched the elderly relatives' descriptions.
In addition, considerable care had gone into the choice of coffin and the design of the burial chamber.
The Allen Family's Clan Leader's Tomb was not particularly extravagant or spacious. After