After I checked off all the important things from my to-do list I took a break and went to the cold room.
The cold room was basically a room where we store all the blood supplies delivered by the mainland blood banks in exchange for money of course.
Darius suggested that I go back to my room and rest while he would send somebody to get me whatever I want but for some reason, I did not feel like going back to my room.
And it wasn't a big deal if I wanted to do my own work. I mean I just had to take a couple of stairs to the lower level of the castle.
Reaching the lower level I pushed open the door of the vault and barged in to get my quota.
There was an old man with Harry Potter glasses sitting behind the desk. He raised his glasses to his nose and took a look at me before bowing his head and asking, "My king. Why did you bother to get here, you should have ordered me to send supplies to your chambers."
