"To integrate the dagger into yourself, you need to add a drop of blood onto it. This will make the dagger part of your body." The vendor told Clyde.
Following the vendor's instructions, Clyde took hold of the dagger blade with his palm, causing blood to flow from his palm and onto the blade.
As the blood from Clyde's hand dripped onto the dagger, the blade turned red. Slowly but surely, the dagger began to dissipate and take the form of a tattoo on Clyde's palm.
The intricate design of the dagger seemed to come alive, its red color glowing with mysterious energy as it became a part of Clyde's skin.
At the mere thought of it, the dagger reappeared in Clyde's hand again. He gazed at it with admiration, recognizing the potential it held.
"This dagger is amazing," he thought. "If used in a sudden attack, it will be incredibly effective." He felt the sharpness of the blade with his hand, and he could sense the power within it.
Clyde couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he felt the dagger and swung it like a sword. He focused and willed the dagger to disappear, causing it to once again become a part of his hand in the form of a tattoo.
"Thank you, Uncle," Clyde said as he turned to the vendor, ready to depart. The vendor smiled, glad to have made a sale.
"You're welcome, young man. Come back if you need anything else again," the vendor said, eager to see Clyde again.
The vendor was thrilled to have found a customer like Clyde, who didn't seem to care about the cost. He hoped to have the opportunity to serve such a wealthy and carefree client again in the future.
Clyde and Ivory said goodbye to the vendor and headed back to the street show. They enjoyed the rest of the activities, watching the various dances with excitement. Both Ivory and Clyde were filled with joy, taking in all the sights and sounds of the lively event.
Clyde and Ivory spent a considerable amount of time at the street fair, soaking in the atmosphere and taking in all the sights and sounds.
When the show finally came to an end, they made their way back to the family estate. Upon arrival, they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.
Reaching his room, Clyde was taken aback to see a young man standing outside his door. The man was dressed in casual clothing and had a handsome appearance, with an undercut hairstyle.
Clyde's expression darkened as he wondered, what is Steven doing here at this hour?
Steven noticed his arrival and greeted him smiling, "Hey Clyde, you made me wait here for a while."
"I had no idea you were here," Clyde responded as he opened the door to his room and motioned for Steven to enter.
Both of them entered the room and Clyde offered Steven a seat. Steven chose to sit by the window, gazing at the lights of the nearby buildings. Clyde offered him some tea and took a seat across from him, separated only by a small table.
"I never imagined your place to be this nice and comfortable," Steven said as he took a sip of his tea.
Clyde smiled and replied, "And I never thought I would have a visitor like you in my room at this hour."
"Hahaha," Steven chuckled. "I know you prefer to get straight to the point, rather than beating around the bush,"
"The truth is, I'm here to borrow something from you," he added.
"What do you want to borrow?" Clyde asked curiously.
"It's not that serious. I need your maid for a few days. I need her assistance in a dungeon," Steven asked, observing Clyde's reaction.
Clyde smiled and gave Steven a knowing look. "Hahaha, are you trying to provoke me?"
Steven took another sip of tea and replied, "No, I just want to remind you."
He stood up and approached Clyde, bending down slightly and whispered in his ear. "You're no longer the genius of this family. If I want your maid's life, the family will give it to me."
Steven walked back to his seat, while Clyde remained composed. "I never thought you'd become this arrogant," Clyde said, holding his tea.
He stands and walks over to the window. He took a sip of tea as he gazed at the lights of the tall buildings.
"Have you ever heard the story of the frog at the bottom of the well?" Clyde asked as he continued to gaze into the distance.
"There is always someone more powerful than you, no matter how much power you possess. You may be a genius in your own here, but always keep in mind that there is always someone more powerful."
Steven let out mocking laughter as he listened to Clyde. "Haha, listening to you talk like that made me feel like you were some wise old man who has lived for a thousand years," he said with a smirk. "But what really matters is that I am the strongest among the younger generation in the family right now."
Clyde stopped and took a moment to listen to Steven's ridicule. "I just wanted to warn you as well, I'm not lecturing you," Clyde replied smiling.
Steven stands and walks toward the door leaving as he said. "I have delivered my warning,"
He opened the door and stared at Clyde's back "Don't interfere with my affairs in the future. I am aware, that you inform the family about me leaving servants in the dungeon. I hope this will be the last time."
As Steven left the room, Clyde remained behind. He couldn't help but be amused by Steven's attitude. This was the first time he had met the young man in person since he had transmigrated and, based on his memories, Steven had been a friend of the original owner.
But after awakening, things changed. Clyde couldn't help but think about the true nature of humans and how it was revealed when someone suddenly becomes a genius.
As Clyde was already alone, he made his way to the table, where he carefully picked up the tea cups. Carried them to the sink and washed them with care, making sure that every last drop of tea was gone. After finishing cleaning, he takes a relaxing bath before retiring for the night.