All Chapters of INFINITY MONEY SYSTEM: Buying My Way to the Watchers' Legion: Chapter 61
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CHAPTER 61
The war room was a converted library on the estate's second floor—a spacious chamber lined with bookshelves that had been pushed against the walls to make room for a massive oak table. Maps, diagrams, and intelligence reports covered every inch of the table's surface, weighted down with stones and empty wine glasses.Marco stood at the table's head, studying a map of the kingdom's political alliances. Red markers indicated noble families aligned with the king. Blue markers indicated neutrals. Green markers indicated potential allies.There were far more red markers than green.Kaelen arrived first, his weathered face flushed from training. The retired general had thrown himself into building House Deluca's military forces with the enthusiasm of
CHAPTER 62
The days following Marco's meeting with Duke Moretti blurred into a frantic rhythm of construction, training, and negotiation. Workers swarmed the fortress site from dawn until well past dusk, their hammers and chisels echoing across the valley like a heartbeat. Kaelen drilled the new recruits until they collapsed, then ordered them to rise and drill again. Fiora negotiated contracts with suppliers who had grown nervous after the Santoro economic war, her sharp tongue and sharper mind extracting concessions that bordered on miraculous.And Marco—Marco sat in his study, staring at spreadsheets that refused to balance."The numbers don't lie, Lord Deluca." Fiora's voice was tight with frustration. She stood across from his desk, a sheaf of parchment clutched in her hands. "We're bleeding
CHAPTER 63
The king's envoy did not appreciate being kept waiting.Marco found him in the main hall, standing before the empty hearth with his back straight and his expression carved from granite. He was a tall man, perhaps fifty years old, with silver-streaked hair and cold gray eyes that had seen too much politics to be impressed by anything. His robes were royal blue trimmed with gold—the official colors of King Aldus's court—and the emblem of the royal messenger service hung from a chain around his neck.Behind him, arranged in perfect formation, stood fifty soldiers in gleaming silver armor. Each one radiated the unmistakable aura of Elite-rank power—the kind of force that could level a small city if unleashed. Their hands rested on sword hilts, their eyes scanned the room for thr
CHAPTER 64
Lord Castellan's lessons began the morning after Marco's return from the capital negotiations.The old ambassador had commandeered a small study on the estate's second floor, transforming it into a war room of a different kind. Maps of the kingdom's noble families covered the walls, each one marked with notes in elegant, spidery handwriting. Books on political theory, diplomatic history, and noble genealogy filled the shelves. A large desk dominated the center of the room, covered in correspondence from across the kingdom.Marco sat in a chair before the desk, feeling like a student called before a strict headmaster."You've done well so far," Lord Castellan said, pacing before the fireplace. His ancient eyes were sharp, his voice
CHAPTER 65
The first party was a disaster.Marco had spared no expense. The estate's main hall had been transformed with silk drapes, floating enchanted lights, and tables laden with delicacies from across the continent. The finest wines filled crystal decanters. Musicians played soft melodies from a balcony overlooking the dancers. Everything was perfect—except for the guests.They arrived late, if they arrived at all.Of the forty minor nobles Marco had invited, only twelve appeared. They stood in small clusters, whispering behind their hands, casting suspicious glances at the lavish decorations. No one danced. No one laughed. No one seemed willing to engage with their host.
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CHAPTER 66
The morning sun streamed through the windows of Marco's study, casting golden light across the maps and ledgers that covered his desk. He had been working since dawn, reviewing fortress construction reports, trade agreements, and the growing list of noble allies. The past two weeks had been productive—thirty-seven minor nobles pledged, three major houses expressing interest, and the fortress walls rising higher every day.But Fiora's expression when she entered the study told him that productivity was about to be interrupted."We have a problem," she said, closing the door behind her. Her face was pale, her hands trembling slightly. "A big problem."Marco set down his quill. "Tell me."
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CHAPTER 67
The morning after the Shadow's attack, Marco summoned his entire council to the war room. The atmosphere was tense, charged with the memory of near-death and the knowledge that the threat was far from over.Lyra Vex sat in a chair by the window, her side bandaged, her face pale but determined. Her brother Theron stood behind her, his massive arms crossed, his eyes never leaving Marco. The Elite-rank bodyguards had failed to stop the Shadow—but they had survived, and that counted for something."The Shadow will return," Morwen said from his customary position in the shadows. "Probably within the week. It knows your defenses now. It will adapt.""Then we need to adapt faster." Marco stood at the head of the table, his golden e
CHAPTER 68
The first test of Riven Blackwood's loyalty came sooner than anyone expected.Barely twelve hours after the warehouse meeting, as dawn painted the eastern sky in shades of gold and rose, a messenger arrived at the estate with urgent news. The Santoro Family, desperate and cornered, had made a fatal miscalculation."They've hired a second Shadow," Morwen reported, his pale face grim. "Not to replace Riven—to finish the job he abandoned. They're doubling down."Marco stood by the window of his study, watching the sun rise over his half-constructed fortress. The news should have terrified him. Instead, he felt a cold calm settle over his bones."How do you know?"
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CHAPTER 69
The noon meal arrived with sunlight streaming through the dining hall's tall windows. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, casting rainbow reflections across the long oak table. Silver platters bore roasted meats, fresh bread, and delicacies from across the continent. Servants in House Deluca's colors moved quietly, filling goblets and clearing plates.Marco sat at the head of the table, his golden eyes calm, his expression unreadable. To anyone watching, he appeared completely at ease—a lord enjoying his lunch, unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows.But his hand rested on the defensive talisman hidden beneath his jacket. His mana sense extended to its maximum range, brushing against every corner of the room. And seated at his right hand, Isabella's ice-blue eyes never stopped scanning.
CHAPTER 70
Three days passed like the calm after a storm.Workers repaired the damage to Marco's study, filling the hole in the floor and reinforcing the stone tiles with additional defensive wards. The Vex siblings returned to full duty, Lyra's wound healed and her vigilance sharper than ever. Alessandro finally slept—twelve uninterrupted hours—emerging from his quarters looking more human than he had in weeks.And Riven Blackwood, the Shadow who had become a guardian, established himself in a small chamber beneath the estate's lowest level—a dark, windowless room that suited his nature perfectly."The Viper has left the city," he reported during the morning briefing. "My contacts confirm he's retreated to his home territory, three hundred mi