OLD-WORLD EXTRA-Chapter 226: Parrot

Jamal was the first to answer as he raised his hand:

"Bossman, the boss is still in the kitchen, head honcho, Sir!"

Emir's exasperated face showed itself.

"You fucking shit face. Choose a title and stick with it!"

And like routine, all of the family began laughing their ass off.

"Yes, head honcho, boss, Sir!"

Faye, who had her ears covered by Logan jumped out of his lap and ran towards him.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! Carry me!"

A smiling Emir grabbed her cute little cheeks and began squeezing them.

"Little Faye, do I look that old to you?"

"...B-But your pops boss right?"

Emir looked up at Logan, only to see him shake his head.

"I don't know either... It's probably 'cause she watched The Godfather 11 or something."

He kneeled to little Faye level, and tapped his shoulders, inviting her to sit.

Her black twin tails bobbed up and down as she giggled, her brown eyes bright.

"Thank you, grandpa!"

With Faye atop his right shoulder, Emir approached his chair while passing by Kiera and her gang.

He gave them a few taps on the way and then relaxed on his seat.

His hands sat on its comfortable armrests and his back leaned on its red cushion.

Faye climbed up and was now sitting on his head, her little feet were swinging wildly out of her skirt.

The sight was ridiculous, but their leader's gaze didn't even allow their minds to entertain that thought.

"So, tell me, how were y'all doing while I was away?"

"Tell meeee."

Emir's question appeared to be a regular thing as three people stood up to report.

Elijah was the first:

"I learned a new ability, Grim Veil, the third one in my Reaper path."

Emir raised a brow while asking:

"Anything else?"

Elijah shook his head.

"No big bro, Kiera can report the rest."

Emir nodded.

"I see, good job."

"Good job, good job."

Elijah wore a bright satisfied smile and sat back down.

He then showed his face to the rest of the room as if he was boasting.

His reaction was met with soft chuckles from the gang, or rather, family.

Though inwardly, all of them wished to be in his position.

Emir's compliments were incredibly rare, after all...

Their bossman raised his hand, and the gang complied, regaining focus.

Kiera was the next to step up, but her face was sulking.

"It's unfair, you always treat Elijah better than us..."

Emir and Faye sneered.

"Too bad."

"Too bad!"

Kiera accepted their words with a giggle.

"Sure boss, little boss, it's too bad indeed... Anyways we've got a lot to share, so I'll list them in points."

Seeing Emir nod she continued:

"Alright, so first we conquered six undiscovered ruins in the time you spent cultivating. Elijah joined us with a few of them."

"Secondly, our name, Azazel, spread even more. I've heard that it even reached the other sectors. Also, a lot more people are requesting to join our hunter group."

"How many passed our tests?"

Kiera showed a hologram from her terminal as the answer to his question.

"Hmmm...."

Emir inwardly noted the names, but he didn't see anyone noteworthy, so he gestured for Kiera to continue.

"Those that passed were assigned to live freely on the first floor, we're following your rules to the letter." Kiera ended her sentence with a wink.

Those who lived on the bottom floor were the weakest and newest in the group.

The stronger one was the higher they lived in their house.

Of course the term 'stronger' wasn't meant for only strength, but importance to the group.

Whether it was in ability, potential, smarts, or sometimes all of the above.

The highest they could live was the third floor as the main members lived on the fourth.

So if anyone were to attack their home, they would have to go through cannon fodder first, giving them time to prepare for a counterattack.

If it wasn't obvious enough, Emir himself was the one who devised this housing structure. Those smart in the group had long since realized his intention, but some like Elijah remained

na?ve.

"And lastly our relic gathering routes had their danger levels increased by nine percent, and we generally spotted more monsters in the wasteland."

Emir nodded, showing her a smile.

"And you know what this means, don't you?"

"Yes, it's the signs of a coming monster tide."

Emir's laugh soon reverberated through the room, joined by Faye, as she parroted his every

action.

"That's why you're the platoon leader Kiera, good job."

And a collective gasp followed.

Emir knew the reason why as their faces told him enough.

They all probably thought a variation of:

'Boss's been handing out compliments today.'

'Did his rank up affect his mood or something?'

If only they knew the real reason...

Mayhem would ensue.

They soon composed themselves and Raymond the three musketeers elected leader stood up.

"Bossman-"

"Are you seriously going to call me that?"

"Call him grandpa! Ancestor pops!"

They cut him off but Raymond acted like he didn't hear anything and continued:

"Bossman, we three have been hard at work like always."

"And to summarize, our non-elite competitors no longer stand a chance as our supply of

Relics is almost never-ending."

"It's the same for our Hunter's Den side of the business, but we seem to have hit a

bottleneck."

"The supply is too high, and we don't have enough demand."

"Most of our relics aren't needed by the UEF either so we have to mostly rely on our customer

base, which are normal hunters or clients from other companies."

"But they too seemed to have had their fill."

"Anyways, that's the situation. Do you have any questions... bossman?"

Emir eyed Raymond for a long moment till he breathed:

"Did Jamal put you up to this?"

A loud cackle from Jamal echoed in response.

"Of course bossman! You need to be shown the respect you deserve!"

Emir was about to reprimand him but his words stopped as he heard someone knock on the

door.