Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic-Chapter 421 Puzzle

A brief respite ensued, during which Reaves felt a charge of energy coursing through him. Perhaps it was the potent effects of the elixir or the thrill of their clandestine moment, but he found himself eager for more. With a renewed sense of desire, he positioned himself for another round, ready to explore the depths of pleasure once again.

However, their intimate reverie was abruptly shattered when one of the maids, drawn by the audible clatter of plates breaking, entered the room. Her concerned gaze met the disheveled state of the breakfast table and the disarrayed room, prompting her to inquire if they needed any assistance.

She gasped when she saw them in an awkward position, they were both fully naked and seemed to be in an intimate moment, she abruptly turned around and apologized for her trespass. "I am so sorry! I heard the plate shatter and I was concerned, that's why I came in to check if everything is alright, I am so sorry sir! I am so sorry for trespassing ma'am! I don't know you are busy" she explained herself while bowing her head, fear could be seen all over her face.

Caught off guard, both Reaves and Rosa exchanged glances, their faces betraying a mix of embarrassment and amusement. "It is alright you can go out, we will call you if we need anything," they both said simultaneously in a hastily orchestrated performance, they declined the maid's offer, quickly donning their clothes as if to conceal the passionate escapade that had unfolded just moments before.

As the maid left, the room, once a sanctuary of desire, now bore witness to the aftermath of their clandestine encounter. Reaves and Rosa, left alone in the aftermath, couldn't help but exchange a knowing glance, Rosa giggled in bewilderment.

Reaves had not always been working in his office all day, there were times he would find time to go out of his office into the nobles recreation center in the city to have fun. He was not the only leader doing this, it was common knowledge in the city that the nobles had recreational centers where they used to play all types of games and have fun with bets.

As the burdens of leadership momentarily lifted, Reaves decided to indulge in a leisurely afternoon, a respite from the demands of his position. With a swift command to his dedicated secretary, a reliable figure who had proven his trustworthiness over time, "You make sure to take care of everything in my absence, I want to go out and may not be back anytime soon. Take care of those files you brought in the morning and let the workers do what I told you yesterday" he gives his command to the secretary.

The Secretary nodded his head in understanding "Anything else sir?" he asked

"Thank you for holding down the fort, I'll be taking a break for a few hours. If anything urgent comes up, don't hesitate to contact me," Reaves instructed, his tone a blend of authority and appreciation.

The secretary nodded, assuring him, "Noted, sir. I'll ensure everything runs smoothly in your absence."

"Alright, I gotta go now" he touched the secretary's shoulder and walked to the door.

"Alright sir, everything will be taken care of without mistake sir, have a nice beautiful day sir" the secretary responded and bowed his head. "You too" Reaves replied.

He had delegated his responsibilities and felt free, he moved out and ventured into the city. His destination was a high-class chess room, a haven for the nobles where strategic minds engaged in intellectual battles. The atmosphere exuded an air of sophistication, a setting befitting those accustomed to the finer things in life. Greeted by the familiar faces of fellow players, Reaves felt a sense of camaraderie among the noble elite who shared his passion for the game.

To his surprise, among the assembled players, Reaves spotted Tom, the seasoned senior criminal police officer. Perplexed, as he believed Tom to be engrossed in the investigation of Nexus's attempted murder, Reaves approached him with a nod of acknowledgment. Tom, engaged in conversation with another player, reciprocated the greeting, and the two exchanged friendly pleasantries.

The chess room, a place where the clashing of minds echoed in every move of the chess pieces, has always been a transient refuge for Reaves and other nobles. The intricate dance of black and white mirrored the complexities of city politics, and for a moment, the chessboard offered a different kind of strategy—one detached from the weighty decisions of governance.

As the chess pieces danced across the board, the clinks and clatters melded with the murmurs of strategic discussions. For Reaves, this brief hiatus allowed him to savor the simplicity of a game, a respite from the intricate machinations that governed his daily life.

Amidst the friendly banter and occasional laughter, Reaves seized the opportunity to move close to Tom and engage in conversation, "Hey Tom, how are you doing?"

"Hi Reaves, it is nice meeting you here" Tom responded as they shook hand, "Likewise" Reaves replied.

Reaves was eager to understand how the investigation into Nexus's attempted murder was progressing. Lean close to Tom and posed the question with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Tom, I thought you'd be knee-deep in the Nexus case. What brings you to the chessboard today?" Reaves inquired, his eyes reflecting a genuine interest in the developments of the ongoing investigation.

Tom, with a contemplative expression, responded, "Reaves, the case is more intricate than I anticipated. Clues lead to dead ends, and it's proving to be a challenge. But even in the midst of such investigations, one needs a break, a moment to recalibrate the mind." Tom responded with a sense of duty.

Reaves nodded in understanding, acknowledging the complexities that often accompanied high-profile cases. Reaves chuckled, appreciating the analogy. "Indeed, my friend. A strategic retreat can offer fresh perspectives."

Meanwhile, across the chess room, a group of nobles engaged in a spirited discussion about recent events in Castra City. The topic inevitably turned to Nexus, the central figure in both the attempted murder and the recent collaboration between the Russell and Kay families.

Reaves overheard fragments of conversation—whispers about Nexus's resilience, the intricate alliances forming in the aftermath of the celebration incident, and the impact on the city's power dynamics.

"Shall we play together, or you have got a partner?" Reaves proposed.

"Alright, it will be my honor" Tom responded and they found their seat.

As the pieces moved with calculated precision, the conversation between Reaves and Tom meandered between the moves on the board and the intricacies of the Nexus case. Each move seemed to carry unspoken implications, mirroring the subtleties of the investigations unfolding in the city.

Tom, with a furrowed brow, considered his options on the chessboard. "Reaves, the case is like a puzzle with missing pieces. I'm hoping a strategic move here might trigger a breakthrough there," he mused, the lines on his forehead deepening in concentration.

Reaves, a seasoned player in both the political landscape of Castra City and the strategic game of chess, reciprocated the sentiment. "Tom, sometimes the pieces on the board and the pieces in an investigation align in unexpected ways. It's the interplay of moves that define the outcome."