we happened to be at Matheo's and...- He glanced at a student who was thoughtfully finishing his cookie.- We managed to foil their plans. More precisely, it was Draco who managed to save Matheo's student.- The dragon froze for a moment and lowered his gaze mumbling that he hadn't done anything at all and it had just worked out that way.-Now I'm expecting a visit from either my dear cousin or one of his... protégés.- He finished by crooking a little.
-You were planning something similar, weren't you Sir?- Seth asked, looking closely at his superiors.
-I was going to send six or seven men to Matheo's studio.-He said looking at Trace.-Could you?
-Of course.-The lieutenant nodded briefly.-I will select the best and send them out immediately. I think three shifts of six will be quite sufficient. The mere presence of our soldiers should be sufficient protection against extortion attempts.
-Thank you.- Darius breathed slightly and sipped his tea. He wanted to ask Oscar for a mint, but was a little afraid of his reaction. He raised his gaze and looked at those seated at the table. The officers were quietly whispering amongst themselves already determining what they needed to do. He shifted his gaze to his apprentice and almost gasped in surprise. Oscar was just placing another plate of chocolate cookies in front of him and exchanging some sort of remark with great preoccupation. What was most surprising was that it looked like the old majordomo had not only managed to accept the dragon as his employer's apprentice, but to like him too, which was written in Oscar's gaze when he looked at Draco. And all in one meal. He thought again slightly amused. He also honestly couldn't find a reason why everyone shouldn't like the boy, who really did have something friendly about himself. Maybe it is hereditary? He wondered if it could be a manifestation, an echo of the abilities Nasua possessed. In any case, they have nothing to dislike him for. He's polite, he can behave himself, he's always aware of his surroundings and he also
