My interracial harem of beautiful queens

Chapter 189 Part of the map

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A week had passed, loaded with work. Adam cleared his schedule of unimportant tasks and focused his attention on preparing for the upcoming Veridia presentation, scheduled in three days. During it, the company's new products would be showcased, with the opportunity for attendees to try them out, including the introduction of a limited line by Ricky.

The mere release of "NYR" clothing had sent many nobles scrambling to purchase tickets, eager to seize the chance to sample the new lines of men's and women's clothing from Ricky. For the ladies, there was a ball gown in emerald green with golden trim and the option to have the family crest embroidered on the attire if desired. For men, it was a classic suit with a magical dirt-cleaning spell that instantly elevated its price several times over.

To prepare the stage and venue, as well as plan the show for attendees, Adam had to put in a lot of work and take on the responsibility of managing and allocating funds. There were significant expenses, as the main stage for presentations, which would occur twice a year, would be the main theater of Avalonia, "Green Mile." Since this theater primarily focused on drama performances, obtaining permission was challenging, but as they say, nothing is impossible to buy.

As a result, Adam secured a ten-year contract with the option for renewal with the theater, ensuring they fulfilled his demands and gained the maximum benefits from the deal. The administration was somewhat dissatisfied, but they had no choice but to agree. The theater would also assist with the setup, participate in the promotional program, and handle ticket sales and security.

At the same time, Adam was in his office. It was two in the morning, and his wives were already asleep, with the only one who wasn't Sierra, sitting next to him on the couch. The room was dark, and the only source of light was a candle on the table.

In Adam's hand, there was an envelope with a letter, which rustled as he began to open it. Opening the envelope, he saw the letter and fell silent, biting his lip. It was a letter from Iliantra, with a rather unusual message.

[Hello, Adam. It seems like our last meeting happened not months, but years ago. I hope that you still dedicate your attention and love to the field of magic and continue to explore it, even if only from time to time. But, of course, it's your choice.

Elfheim has been welcoming the crisis related to the war in the past few days. Even though few are reporting on the events now, and it seems that things have settled, we are still very much at war. Ironically, I'm writing this letter to you from a military camp. It's quite stuffy here, and the elves are in turmoil. There have been many deaths and unpleasantness, but Avalonia seems unwilling to retreat. Their goal is to capture Elfheim and take control. This is indicated by the fact that they're taking many of our valuable personnel as prisoners and not agreeing to prisoner exchanges.

This situation weighs heavily on me, and I have to do my best to maintain the fighting spirit. It's truly tough. War is a terrifying thing]

Adam leaned back on the couch and squinted as he continued to read the letter. He was curious about what Iliantra wanted to achieve, as they hadn't been in touch for a long time. It seemed that by her actions, she was clearly stating that there was only friendship between them and nothing more, trying to avoid him in every possible way. And after this long silence, she had written him a letter.

"But, of course, I'm not writing this letter to evoke pity. My main goal in writing this letter is to gain your understanding of this situation. I want to ask for your help."

"Well, of course, she wouldn't remember this just out of the blue. But it's strange if Iliantra is asking for my help, because she never wrote to me, no matter how difficult the situation was," Adam muttered, crossing his legs and looking at Sierra, who had propped her chin on her hand and was looking at the letter. He asked her, wanting to hear the opinion of an experienced ruler, "What do you think, is this letter definitely from her? I suspect someone else could have written it."

"Of course, I'm sure! Besides, I sent a magical trace on the envelope seal to Veronica, and she confirmed that it belongs to Iliantra or whatever her name is," Sierra replied, puffing her cheeks that Adam didn't trust her.

"I have no doubt. I'm just double-checking for clarity, okay?" he replied, sighing.

Then he shifted his gaze back to the letter and continued reading. During this, his brow kept rising higher and higher. Seeing Adam's reaction, Sierra became curious and leaned forward to read as well.

"Holy cow! Did they find it?"

Adam didn't answer and just reread the paragraph in which Iliantra was trying to capture his attention.

"Heeeh... this is interesting. Did something like this happen, and I had no idea?" he thought, then concluded, "Although... if I think about it, there were reports of an influx of outsiders into one of the battlefields, but I ignored it due to being busy. If there's a part of the map there, I'll just need to find one more copy, and then... hmm."

The map led to the Realm of the Gods, a place full of mysteries. According to legends, gods lived here, and mortals could reach them, but was it a good idea? Adam didn't think so, but he had no intention of passing up the opportunity. He was incredibly curious about what lay there, while Casanova himself advised him to go there to find his inheritance.

"However, it won't be as simple as that elf described in the letter," Sierra said after a few minutes of silence. She reached out and stood up from her seat, looking at Adam with a serious expression. "I'll go with you. If it's possible to find the path to immortality thanks to this map, even Amarantha will be extremely excited about it. And for your safety, don't tell anyone that you have two parts of the map, clear?"

"Of course, I'm not a fool. But thanks for caring," Adam said, also getting up from his seat. He looked at the rough description of the area and, memorizing the place in his mind, took Sierra's hands. Immediately after that, they vanished from the room.

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Vwoosh.

Adam and Sierra began to fall from the sky with a whooshing sound, but neither the man nor the woman worried about crashing to their deaths. Just before colliding with the ground, Sierra activated her magic, teleporting them immediately, avoiding the impact.

"Scanning," Adam muttered, activating his ability. It was a simple magic he had learned from a beginner's book. It allowed him to send out magical waves that, upon striking an object, would send back complete information. Using this, Adam quickly detected a group of ten people, with the average level being the Middle path (5 sources) (C).

"Magic detected ten individuals, five kilometers from here in the west, lightly armored. They are likely not military, and most probably the strangers that Iliantra mentioned," he reported, squinting, and turning off his magic, finding no other creatures nearby. "I didn't detect any other beings up to the Middle path (5 sources) level. How are you doing?"

"Two people at Supreme path (2 laws) level and one elf at Supreme path (3 laws) level. No other beings were detected near the object, although significant concentrations of magical energy were noted on both sides within a ten-kilometer range. Most likely, it's two armies that are still fending off golems attacking them," Sierra reported, chuckling. "Regarding other powerhouses at my level, I didn't find any. They probably didn't believe the rumors or didn't want to show themselves."

Adam nodded and smiled, proceeding forward. In a few minutes, he found a small temple with an entrance leading down. Right in front of the entrance stood the ten strangers he had detected earlier.

"They look weak. For some reason, they feel very cool, entering such a dangerous area. This is Elfheim, for heaven's sake, and the armies on both sides are currently occupied fighting the temple guardians," Adam murmured, expressing his confusion.

"It's obvious that some fools, not realizing their weakness, are heading toward death. You must have already seen many arrogant folks who fancied themselves knights," a female voice suddenly came from behind him.

Turning around, he raised an eyebrow, spotting Veronica dressed in her black armor. Sierra, who had appeared puzzled by not noticing Veronica's presence at first, burst into laughter a few seconds later.

"Ahaha. Baby girl, why are you so good at hide and seek?" Sierra said, rolling her eyes.

"It's not hide and seek, you idiot. It's our level difference. How many times do I have to tell you?" replied Veronica.

Adam silently smiled, examining Veronica. Despite being dressed in black armor with spikes that gave her an aggressive look, her beauty couldn't be ignored. She resembled a warrior woman, and that was the type of woman he liked the most.

"You look good, Veronica. That style suits you," Adam praised her.

"Uh? Th-thank you..." Veronica responded awkwardly, only offering a shy smile. Sierra, standing nearby, whistled and wanted to tease Veronica, but all she heard in the end was a loud slap on her head by Adam.

"..."

He thought that the trip to the temple wouldn't be as boring as he had initially believed. To be continued...

To be continued...