The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 154

Chapter 154: Sample

Admittedly, they knew that advertising would be unnecessary the moment someone tried the items they’d put up.

But Xavier knew how much preparation Luca had made just to prepare his products for auction and figured it’d be better to have something to set the price high immediately.

Also, Ollie would need a bit of this because he needs to convince his father that a sudden Sunday Auction called for contacting their most prominent clients.

He honestly got scolded at first.

And Ollie expected this.

Which father wouldn’t scold a son who would suddenly ask for a grand auction with nothing but a mere hours to prepare?

Also, how and why would such clients expedite their travels for an auction when the products in question had no prior history?

So, they had to be given a reason.

And Ollie had to give his father one before he got disowned.

Thankfully, they thought about this before calling, or he would’ve been shaking in fear.

In fact, when Ollie cut off his father, who was about to experience hypertension, the Patriarch was surprised to hear that his son had expected it and had sent over a sample.

He could be the judge.

"Pop! I actually sent it over earlier, and it should be there anytime soon. And I hope by then it won’t be too late to send the things I sent over as part of the invitation."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Not only did this son of his send a sample in advance, but he also sent attachments for the invitations. How confident was this boy?!

Very confident.

In fact, by the time the Mylor Patriarch saw the delivered items, he thought that his frivolous son had the right to be confident this time around.

It was just that he had to punish this boy for using a basic courier to send over goods that could practically buy a planet at this rate!

And that was the call that Ollie received while he was fighting over the last roasted chicken leg.

"Pop! Is someone dying?! Because right now is a critical moment, can you give me like five minutes???"

Ollie shouted as he used his spoon to block Kyle’s fork.

It had always been a battle of utensils, and by now, everyone has agreed, for Ollie’s sake, that battles must only rely on the use of their respective utensils.

And for the most part, Ollie was able to win a few times; it was just that it was difficult when your father was screaming about shipping conditions and the need for military escort.

But it didn’t matter because his good brother’s wife won again!

He was about to complain about the mountain giant’s inhuman reflexes when he saw how Xavier shared the last chicken leg with his brother.

Fine.

But he better take out the bones so that Luca won’t choke on them again.

While he was comforted by the idea that Ollie hadn’t lost his mind, he still didn’t think much of his son’s urgency. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}

I’m an idiot! Owen thought as he could’ve gotten that bigger piece over there!

"Pop! Just give my share to Owen since I’m at school anyway and won’t be able to go home soon." The youngest child suddenly heard the voice of his big brother, who had suddenly been elevated to a better position!

The father was taken aback by the sudden maturity of this coasting son, who never seemed to care about things in life.

Not only did he send this kind of boon to them, but he was also willing to share it with his youngest brother.

Why, of course, he would share, because Ollie had an entire box that he had cooked with his own hands sitting in his space button. But who needed to know that?

"Are you being held at gunpoint? Or anything like that? Did you tell the captors that we don’t pay the ransom money as a practice?" The father had been forced to ask because this sudden behavior honestly confused him, as he had never seen such behavior from Ollie of all people.

Meanwhile, Ollie expected this and just decided to say, "The kidnappers would probably return me anyway, but really, there’s just this teenie tiny favor!"

"Oh?" That sounded more like the son he knew, and he was at least relieved to hear something familiar.

"Well, Pop! Maybe you could send me a couple of auction passes in exchange for this. There’s no need to ship me the invite freebies I sent over, but please send me about 10 of them."

The Patriarch could only sigh but not ask about the sources and his son’s reasoning.

It was a family practice.

They were only as trustworthy as their weakest link, and the Mylors would die on that hill.

So, all the worried patriarch could do was to ask, "Do you need security?"

"No Pop! We won’t, but you might!" Said Ollie who had a feeling that tomorrow was going to be something else.