Book Eight: Chapter 130

The first suite Mike was shown was insufficient for his needs, and so was the next one. The servant led them all over the castle, showing them larger living spaces that should have been good enough, but Mike rejected them all. The servant never uttered a single complaint. To Vincentius or any of the thralls, he was little more than a grouchy human making demands and trying to get the best deal possible. By the time they were offered up a living space that took up the entirety of one of the remaining towers, he had seen enough to set his plan in motion.

“Will this be sufficient?” asked the thrall.

Mike gazed at the enormous lounge with an enchanted fire in the hearth, then made a show of walking inside to inspect the place. A stairwell around the interior led upstairs to several different rooms, each with windows that overlooked the island for now. At some point, it would rotate and he would be staring at the cliff, but that wouldn’t really matter. This would allow him a