Hearing the footsteps behind them, Simpson 2 and Amiel 3 couldn't help but smile unconsciously.
Of course, they knew Master Losa 11's real thoughts.
Or rather, this was normal.
In the family, they had long grown accustomed to it.
This way of doing things was already quite mild.
Even, in some respects, it was a form of trust.
However, Boldy 7 was still too naive.
And precisely because of this, Master Losa 11 must have wanted him to and learn, right?
Simpson 2 and Amiel 3 communicated with their eyes.
With the departure of Losa 11, the people inside the apartment left one after another, leaving only Hera 10 standing there.
This tenth in line heir to the 'Hera Family' paid no attention to the drama that had just unfolded; she was completely caught in her own 'debt'.
"Owe Jason 99 Ailong Spears."
"Excluding the 3 in the warehouse that I reserved, I still owe 96..."
Hera 10 came up with this figure and was dumbfounded.
Had she lost that many times?
That was the first thought.
That was the second thought.
Reneging on the debt?
A warrior's promise is above all else.
Yet, she truly had no way to produce 96 Ailong Spears.
Even if they were lesser imitations, Ailong Spears were distributed equitably.
To put it simply, she could only be allotted two per year; if she made great achievements, she could also exchange for them—this was the practice of most families, and the Hera Family was no exception.
But now she owed 96 Spears...
She would need 48 years to pay it all back.
What if it was for an achievement?
It had to be a huge achievement.
Such an achievement would be enough to enter the 'Ancestors' Hall of Valor.'
Hera 10 thought and thought, then suddenly gritted her teeth.
Game Mansion, top floor.
When it was known that Losa 11 would have breakfast here, the entire Game Mansion sprang into action.
Hundreds of servants buzzed around.
Each face bore an unmistakable look of shock and respect.
Not a single one dared to be negligent.
They brought out two hundred percent of their enthusiasm to welcome their 'new master'.
From yesterday to today, though it had only been a day.
But the world had already turned upside down.
Many messages had already told these people who the true master of the Game Mansion was, who was the ruler of District F.
When Losa 11 arrived at the top floor, a movable glass room had already been set up.
It blocked the wind and allowed sunlight to shine through.
On the solid wood dining table, laid with a striped tablecloth to Losa 11's liking, a green plant sat in the middle with high-backed chairs on either side.
Ceramic plates and silverware were already in place.
When Losa 11 saw the surrounding people looking at him with fervent and worshipful eyes, his head throbbed again.
Nevertheless, he maintained his composure, and after sitting down, he said in an even tone,
"Oppelin eggs, bacon, milk, and a vegetable salad. Add some croutons to the salad."
The waiter bowed deeply, his gaze shifting to the seated Jason opposite.
"Roast lamb, 10 of them."
Jason ordered a simple and unadorned breakfast.
The waiter showed no surprise, nodded, and then went downstairs.
Jason's appetite was no secret in the 'Game Mansion'; every kitchen staff member knew there had to be a cooking team of 30 people working nonstop to satisfy the appetite of the 'Brutalizer'.
Billder and his group also temporarily left.
Confirming there was no one else around, Losa 11 could no longer maintain the expression on his face.
He first let out a sigh of relief.
Then, his face became full of conflict and fear.
Sweat even covered his forehead.
After hesitating for about four or five seconds, he stood up, walked unsteadily toward Jason, and with a very nervous demeanor, he lowered his voice and asked, "Jason, please tell me the truth... I don't have split personality, do I?"