I'm Bored!

He changed back to his half-minotaur servant identity before using makeup to alter his face. Then he approached the servant quarters to apply for the job officially.

The servant quarters were situated far behind the main palace, inside the boundary wall of the royal ground.

This ground contained the palace at the center, but it was also surrounded by several personal palaces of the princes and princesses. The biggest one of these private palaces belonged to the king.

So after Zion entered the main door of the servant's quarters, he headed straight toward the half-minotaur sitting behind a desk with a scroll in his hand. Just as he came closer to the Dhampir holding the scroll, the latter glanced up and raised his brows. "What's your name?"

"Grant."

Without asking twice, he bent to pick something up from the cabinet below and handed Zion a scroll.

"Please read the instructions carefully before signing. Use your thumbprint, please, and make sure you sign up for the training grounds as well where your skills will be evaluated."

The man was expressionless as he said this before looking back at the scroll in his hand.

Zion wasn't surprised after seeing this action. Whenever an unknown half-minotaur Dhampir entered this servant's quarters, everyone would assume that they had come to join the palace as a servant.

So he took the scroll and went toward the corridor behind the Dhampir on the desk that led him toward a giant hall where many servants were gathered with a similar scroll at hand.

After seeing a new person entering, the guard standing at the door pointed at the center of the hall and said, "Go and stand there. Sign the scroll while you're at it."

And then, the process of choosing the servants was initiated. For an ordinary person, this process would be tedious, but Zion was different. He already had a habit of cleaning his house and cooking his own meals. So he quickly passed the tests, and the servant chief promoted him to one of the leading servants in the palace.

Zion tilted his head and realized something. These people seemed to be following the order of modern business. In simple terms, he just became a team leader who would be handling many lower or higher-grade servants under him.

This position was beneficial since he would enter any place he liked without asking anyone's permission.

After half a day was spent like that, the chosen servants were sent to their shared dorm and changed their dresses. So now, what the detective was wearing had been brown-colored pants and a loose white shirt with a belt tied on his waist.

In his mind, the system was still watching his host's actions and finally couldn't take it anymore. He had been bored for half a day when this man was acting like a servant.

He popped out instantly and glared at his host.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zion's eyes that quickly converted into indifference. "What's up?"

"I'm bored." 007 was bored enough to mess up with the host who used to bully him now and then.

"I'm not here to entertain you," Zion said and quickly assembled in the hall again along with the selected servants. At this time, the chief would assign several jobs to the leading servants before handing them to humans.

"But you've been at this for God knows how long! I'm tired of seeing you wash the floor all day!" The system whined.

Zion exhaled a long breath and glanced at the furry man. "I'm also bored seeing you wear pinkish fur all day and night. Go change your clothes."

The system's face turned red in anger, and he immediately said with his cheeks puffed up, "I don't have that kind of coding!"

"Then get lost and don't complain about getting bored."

The two continued chatting while Zion walked toward the chief to choose a place to serve: the main palace. Since he got the highest marks in the test, he could approach the chief directly and request a special place to be assigned. Of course, not everyone would get this kind of benefit, and only the top ones were able to choose the place that they wanted to serve.

After that, Zion came to the palace with a few human servants behind him.

Right now, he only had to keep an eye on everyone in the palace and find the person who owned more than one ancient royal knife like the one he already had.

So after assigning all the human servants to a position, he excused himself and hid in the shadows again. He knew that there were many spies here at this place. So he took every step carefully while observing in all directions with keen eyes. Even though he couldn't pinpoint these spies from the servants, not a single one of them stalked him.

After seeing this, Zion's shoulders relaxed as he moved toward the palace's main hall stealthily. The king was supposedly present here at present. So he didn't have to search for the person elsewhere.

When he reached the main room where Rhesus was sitting on the throne, he stopped and hid behind a pillar. Just then, he saw an unknown guard entering the hall before he bowed at the king.

Rhesus nodded and gestured to the half-elf Dhampir to get up. "Oswin, what's the news? Did you search for what I ordered?"

The guard, whose entire face was covered with a helmet, said, "There's no sign of that fake ghost. His last traces disappeared at the crown prince's bedroom."

Rhesus frowned. He still remembered that day when he suddenly heard about how someone had sneaked inside his son's bedroom. He had even found traces of powder there! A flush of anger flowed in his heart, and he glanced at the guard. "What else? Did someone catch your eye?"

The guard nodded and said. "There was a half-minotaur servant at the Alpha brothel a while ago. His actions seemed a bit suspicious."

Zion immediately understood that this Oswin guy must be a spy planted by that cloaked man inside the palace. Otherwise, how would he know about this identity? He knew only that cloaked man and Prince Linton were after him. So for this guard to bluntly say that his half-minotaur identity was suspicious, he realized this must be the cloaked man's plan.

That murderer wanted to put all the suspicions on Zion's shoulders!