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Erik walked through the streets of Liberty Watch Village. No, it was better to call it Liberty Watch city now. The place was massive after all, and all the work the residents made transformed the place from a village to a city.

With Samuel's information in mind, the man walked towards a building in search of Noah.

However, the old man was unaware of Noah's activities, but he informed Erik that Noah spent a significant amount of time in a certain building.

Due to the constant flow of people going in and out, everyone was convinced that whatever Noah was engaged in must have held significant importance.

Upon his arrival, Erik noticed that several members from his guild were present. They were bringing crates inside the building.

Erik was unsure about the contents of the items, but based on their size and the amount of effort being exerted to carry them, it seemed likely that they were a large quantity of items or something significantly heavy.

The moment he came near, several guild members realized his presence. However, the absence of a mask on Erik's face left them unaware of his true identity.

"Excuse me! Who are you?"

Erik looked confused for a second. Then June approached. "Master, you are not wearing your mask."

He reached into his backpack and retrieved an item, revealing a white mask adorned with intricate designs. With a swift movement, he placed it on his face.

"Do you recognize me now?"

When the man laid eyes on the mask, he made the connection.

That physical build, the mask, the voice. It was his boss. His face paled.

As the crate slipped from his grasp and descended to the ground, he raised his hand in a salute, paying homage to his employer.

"Sorry, sir! I didn't recognize you!"

"It doesn't matter," Erik said. "Bring us somewhere we can rest, and call Noah. I need to talk to him."

"Yes, Sir!"

Erik removed the mask from his face and then handed it over to June, who placed it in his backpack.

Due to all the fuss that was made, it caught the attention of many, but not everyone witnessed Erik wearing the mask, resulting in confusion among the onlookers.

However, judged by how hastily their comrade entered inside, the person who came to the door was very important. What made it even more puzzling was the fact that he was young.

Who could that man be? What could be the reason behind their guild member's reaction?

Just a few minutes later, a group of impeccably dressed butlers emerged from the building, their uniforms pressed and tailored to perfection, emitting an undeniable sense of professionalism.

In a display of respect, they gathered in front of Erik, ensuring their postures were upright and their faces reflected a mix efficiency and a warm welcome.

"Welcome back, Master Kay," they said in unison, voices harmonious and well-rehearsed.

"If you would follow us, we will escort you to a place where you can rest."

Erik entered the building, a wide smile adorning his face, and the group was ushered into a room that had been reserved for esteemed guests.

Despite the seemingly solid construction of the place, the absence of skilled artisans led to a rough and unrefined finish, with little regard for intricate details.

Wood, stone, and Aclaitrium were the primary materials employed in creating most of these items.

However, when it came to the seating arrangements, they went with simple wooden chairs that were complemented by cushions filled with a mix feathers, straws, and leaves.

This option might not have been the most comfortable choice. Erik had expected a similar scenario upon learning from Noah about his plan on moving the guild to Liberty Watch Village.

Although the location offered a chance for them to begin anew and reorganize, it was clear to Noah and Erik that they would encounter challenges in fine-tuning everything without help from external sources and artisans.

There was a limit to what the crafting department could do alone.

Most of the guild members were required to lend their help with various tasks and chores in order to restore productivity. In order to assist the guild, they were even taking the time to learn how to sew.

It took some time, but Noah arrived in the room. In a rush, he made his way there, with barely any time to spare for putting on his hood and mask. Reead latest ovls at nv/el/bi(.)com

There were others present at the scene alongside him. Luke, Ari, Yori, Nick, Damon and Swaran were there.

"We greet you, Master," they said in unison.

"Did you practice that when I was away?" The clones didn't reply, visibly embarrassed.

Then Swaran perched his neck and said, not without palpable embarrassment, "It was Noah's idea."

"Of course." Erik turned to look at his clone. "Well, you can take your masks off."

Noah stepped forward, "But sir, you told us no one have to see our faces. The butlers are coming here to bring refreshments." Noah glanced back at the men behind Erik. It was clear they were his other clones.

"It doesn't matter anymore. I told Amos everything. I even showed him June's true aspect," he said while pointing at June, which Noah had never seen.

The clone took a step forward, approaching the group. With a smile on his face, he enthusiastically grabbed Noah's hands and shook them.

"A pleasure to meet you, big bro."

The entire situation left Noah feeling confused and unsure. To tell the truth, he felt more comfortable when he had the mask on.

He was filled with fear at the thought of how people would treat him if they saw his face.

Out of all the clones, Noah was the only one who lacked the ability to shapeshift. In addition to being the weakest member, he was also the only one who lacked any biological powers.

Despite his intelligence being the only thing Noah possessed, he still couldn't match up to the other clones, who were smarter than him.

Noah could only work harder than any of them if he wanted to please Erik.

"Sir, I prefer not taking the mask off."

"Are you sure? It's not like you are forced to do it anymore." Novel Fire - novelfire.net

"Yes, sir."

Erik understood the problem at the bottom of Noah's refusal. "Well, at least sit."

"That I can do."

Noah, along with the rest of the group, followed the instructions. The clones who accompanied Erik gave up their seats for them.

Even though Noah's group was considered weaker, everyone recognized the immense effort they put into their work for their creator. The level of respect they had for that was undeniable.

"You created a lot of problems for Amos and the others," Erik said.

"I Apologize, sir, but I needed to convince them to join our cause."

"You almost forced them, though."

"Again, sorry sir, but I did what I had to."

Erik let out a deep sigh. Noah seemed determined to portray himself as a diligent ant.

"Just try to not be overbearing, and tell the guild members to do the same. We are here to collaborate, not ruling."

"Yes, sir, I will keep this in mind."