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Somewhere, out in the middle of a forest, a small group of robots are frantically moving useful supplies such as package foods and medicines to the surface from an opened trapdoor that has a winding stairway that lead underground. Boxes of different sizes are stacking on top of each other, each containing supplies that was enough to last one individual’s survival for a lifetime.
Ascending to the surface, Kvar was walking up the stairs with two luggages. He didn’t have much. One luggage held his clothes and another held Forcystus’s first installment of money. The money he has for himself was stored in his wallets, which was hidden beneath his pockets.
Surveying the robots doing their laborious work, he counted the boxes until the number of them reached his standard of limits. He pressed a button on his remote to order his robots to go back to their resting stations underground. Once the trapdoor was closed, he sealed it with a lock and pressed in the password that he only knew.
Kvar sighed as he sat on a box and waited for Forcystus’s arrival. He has too many things to carry, still left behind below underground and those items were pretty much useless concerning his current situation. He has a collection of statues, vases, and other miscellaneous ornamental decorations, but those items are heavy enough to make a boat sink. The money he has left over in the safe was still abundant and he could only carry a fraction of the amount. The advantage is that his money would be safe in a place where it couldn’t be stolen by money greedy thieves. Forcystus would be the prime suspect. His best strategy is to leave them behind for now. If he could find a boat for his own use, he could return back to this spot once a week to gradually move out everything to his new home.
The sun hurts his eyes even though his young body is new. He wasn’t used to natural light, but with the forest cool dark shades, he slowly became adjusted to the sunlight. In his old and ancient body, he was blind from a chemical accident that had happened to him during his career as a Grand Cardinal. His eyes darted from tree to tree to the squirrel that was skittering before him in its search for acorn, drinking in the visuals of nature for the first time in one hundred and fifty years. The gift of sight was wonderful, but at the same time it seemed to be a curse. Soon, his eyes were aching from the overwhelming visual strain and he slowly grew angry and irritated that Forcystus is taking longer to come here than he said he would. He reached inside his pockets to take out a handkerchief to wrap it around his head and covered his eyes. The soothing darkness gave him relief and he could wait patiently with no problem. Artificial light that emitted from light bulbs and fluorescence he could stand and perhaps sunsets, but not sunlight in the afternoons.
Ascending to the surface, Kvar was walking up the stairs with two luggages. He didn’t have much. One luggage held his clothes and another held Forcystus’s first installment of money. The money he has for himself was stored in his wallets, which was hidden beneath his pockets.
Surveying the robots doing their laborious work, he counted the boxes until the number of them reached his standard of limits. He pressed a button on his remote to order his robots to go back to their resting stations underground. Once the trapdoor was closed, he sealed it with a lock and pressed in the password that he only knew.
Kvar sighed as he sat on a box and waited for Forcystus’s arrival. He has too many things to carry, still left behind below underground and those items were pretty much useless concerning his current situation. He has a collection of statues, vases, and other miscellaneous ornamental decorations, but those items are heavy enough to make a boat sink. The money he has left over in the safe was still abundant and he could only carry a fraction of the amount. The advantage is that his money would be safe in a place where it couldn’t be stolen by money greedy thieves. Forcystus would be the prime suspect. His best strategy is to leave them behind for now. If he could find a boat for his own use, he could return back to this spot once a week to gradually move out everything to his new home.
The sun hurts his eyes even though his young body is new. He wasn’t used to natural light, but with the forest cool dark shades, he slowly became adjusted to the sunlight. In his old and ancient body, he was blind from a chemical accident that had happened to him during his career as a Grand Cardinal. His eyes darted from tree to tree to the squirrel that was skittering before him in its search for acorn, drinking in the visuals of nature for the first time in one hundred and fifty years. The gift of sight was wonderful, but at the same time it seemed to be a curse. Soon, his eyes were aching from the overwhelming visual strain and he slowly grew angry and irritated that Forcystus is taking longer to come here than he said he would. He reached inside his pockets to take out a handkerchief to wrap it around his head and covered his eyes. The soothing darkness gave him relief and he could wait patiently with no problem. Artificial light that emitted from light bulbs and fluorescence he could stand and perhaps sunsets, but not sunlight in the afternoons.