I move in my seat. I can't stand the silence anymore. We drove for about ten minutes and no one spoke. "So? If your name isn't Siegfried, then what should we call you? ”

He grunted, turned on the signal lights, and walked down a narrow side street. "My real name has nothing to do with you."

Annia pulled another piece of paper out of her backpack. "The Bartomeus clan, which governs this territory, has split into two families. A hundred years ago, they were very powerful due to their large number. Judging by his looks, I'm guessing he's either ReganBathomeus or his cousin Magnus Bathomeus. Although the information is old, so I could be wrong. It was uploaded through Arpanet in the 80s of the 19th century. ”

I pursed my lips. "I guess we'll just call him Reagan."

The old man in front of us hissed and turned to grab the paper from Annia's hand. "Who put all this information online? I didn't do it! ”

"There is also a marriage contract for any elderly woman who is interested in her own territory." Anne pulled out another piece of paper and handed it to me. "Don't you ever go online? It is the best platform for paranormal phenomena from different regions to interact with each other. Provided, of course, that you know the correct passwords and codes. ”

"Why am I doing this? I have no interest in letting the status of my realm be known! He replied, visibly uneasy.

As the car rocked dangerously to the left, I reached for the doorknob. "Reagan, watch the streets! I don't want to get hurt. ”

"My name is Magnus!" He put down the paper and gripped the steering wheel with both hands, his knuckles white.

"Okay, then Magnus. How about getting to know each other? After all, we will share a piece of territory. Would you like to explain the rest of your family? I propose, a little less stress.

His eyes glowed red, telling me I was walking on thin ice. "I didn't share my territory. The two of you are tolerated for the time being. And what happened to my family has nothing to do with you. He parked his car in front of a large apartment complex and walked outside.

I hurriedly followed him, and he didn't wait, he went directly to the door to open the door for us. As we entered the building, Annia turned around and went back to the car. "Isn't it bad to have a stolen car in front of your house?"

He snorted and closed the door. "Don't worry. Will take care of it. ”

Magnus then walked to the elevator and pressed a button. As we waited for the door to open, my confusion grew. "Don't you have any possessions? Aren't you kidding when you say you live in an apartment? Alone? ”

Hamm Manor is huge. We have a real mansion with dozens of supernatural servants. Our fingers are involved in every business that involves large sums of money, and these things are accompanied by a lot of time and are actually immortal. Maybe I should have forgotten to think of the Harmons as mine. Anne and I ran away. The whole purpose of our escape is to get rid of their influence.

"Exactly. I don't need those things. The door opened, and we walked in.

After stepping out of the elevator, Magnus led us to a door and motioned for us to enter. I entered a small apartment with the living room and kitchen in one. An oversized work desk with a high-end computer and three screens occupies the left side of the room. I checked the three doors and they gave access to the bathroom and bedroom with a single queen bed. A third door allows access to the walk-in closet. But something...... I couldn't help it. The room felt inexplicably ...... It's closed.

Is this really a single room? Everything was so neatly arranged.

I immediately noticed a dreamcatcher with a vial of blood next to it. It hangs in front of the sofa, right in the center of the room. So he didn't even care about cleaning up after he settled on me. I walked straight to the artifact and grabbed it.

"Hey!"

My expression must have been intimidating because he didn't say anything when I cleaned the vials by the kitchen sink and cleaned the dreamcatcher. After doing this, I felt like I had lost a lot of weight. Smiling, I looked up again to study the room. "Who would have thought that the lord of this territory would be an out-and-out inferior person, a Neet."

Anne shrugged. "It looks nice for a single man's room. I was expecting something like a cave. Where do you expect us to sleep? ”

He gestured to the couch. "You can sleep here tonight. It can be rearranged into a bed. I'm going to get you a room in this house tomorrow. ”

So he didn't offer us a bed. I raised my eyebrows. "Isn't this building yours? How are you going to convince residents to vacate their rooms? ”

"There is a way," he replied, and then left.

Yes, a real low-level life. My respect for him has diminished with every detail of his personal life revealed.

It was at this moment that the door to the walk-in closet, which I had previously checked, opened, and a little blond-skinned woman walked into the room. She is neither a hobbit nor a dwarf because her body is perfectly proportioned. She was really small and could only reach my chest at most. I gasped when I recognized her race. "Brownie! I thought they were dead! ”

The woman blinked and entered the room. Then she screamed with joy and threw her freshly washed clothes in her hands. For a moment, she just stood there, and then suddenly appeared in front of me and stroked me, as if to convince herself that I was real. "Mastery! You did it! It's finally time to take care of more people. Is she your new partner? Don't forget, you also brought two! With inhuman speed, she rushed to Aniya's side, grabbed her hand, and patted her.

Magnus groaned. "Olaire, what are you doing here!? Didn't we agree that you only show up on weekends? No, forget that. Do you know something about the proposal that was made to me in the eighties? ”

"yes, I'm surprised someone answered so quickly." Brownies obviously had a different time. She reached out to part Annia's lips and examined her teeth. Anna slapped her, but the legendary creature disappeared at the same time, so my sister slapped her instead.

Brownie appeared in front of Magnus, examining the piece of paper he had received from Anne. "Of course, Master. I need someone to take care of me. Now that you're the only remaining member of the family, I think new blood is needed to reproduce again. ”

Magnus reached for the chocolate cake, but she avoided him as easily as she did with Annia. "Little bugs! Come here! ”

Brownie appeared in front of me again. "I completely forgot to introduce myself! What a big mistake. I am Oriel, and from that time on, a faithful servant of the House of Bartomeus," she twisted her fingers and counted, "four hundred and seventy-eight generations! I hope to be four hundred and seventy-nine years old soon. ”

I cleared my throat. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Oryel. I'm Sely and that's my sister Annia. ”

Olel clasped his hands together. "Think so. If you need anything, just say it and I'll provide it to you. ”

Magnus waved his hand. "Don't bother, Olaire. They just sleep on the couch for one night and then I will find a suitable place for them. ”

Oleer actually managed to look destroyed. "Won't they stay? But they must! And can't let them sleep on the couch! Her gaze fell on the vial I had washed. You made them work while I was there!? No, no, no. Suddenly, she wrapped her towel around me and dried my hands with amazing force.

I don't know what to say. The brownies are supposed to be extinct, as they completely disappeared for unknown reasons hundreds of years ago. I'm not old enough to see a single one. All I know is hearsay. They are magical beings just like us. Their special magic allows them to bind themselves to the house and, in extreme cases, even to the bloodline as stewards or servants. And they have an orderly fanaticism, which is why they can't stand unclean places. "Okay Oriel ......"

"No, that's not right! We are a polite and decent family. The young master made a joke and said that you were going to sleep on the sofa. She pulled me towards the closet.

Anna frowned. "Should we sleep in the closet with you?"

Brownie smiled. "Of course not! Here's how it works. She grabbed the doorknob of the closet and turned it to the left, as it should be. See? Closet. I confirmed, and she closed the door and opened it again, turning the handle to the right.

I felt the pull of magic as the space spell distorted the space. Instead of a closet, there is a huge entrance hall. As I followed Brownie into a lavish mansion, the corner of my left eye twitched involuntarily. Looking out the window, spring is in full swing. "Where are we? Shouldn't it be winter? ”

Brownie was angry. "This is the mansion of the Bartomes family, located in realistic marble at the bottom of a lake close to the city. Feel free to pick any room you like and explore as much as you like. ”

Anne followed me, stunned at the entrance. If this should be an indicator of the size of a mansion, then we are just entering a castle.

Magnus walked through the door with an unhappy look on his face. "I didn't like this place. It's big and ...... Empty. ”

Oleel huffed and pulled me to the front. "Just because the owner likes to live in the pantry doesn't mean that anyone else likes it too."