Reidward tilted his head, wondering what was on the Young Master's head from him to be smiling like that. It made the old man feel deeply uneasy.
"There really isn't, Young Master." Reidward reiterated, he had a hunch that his young master had stupid thoughts. "I have checked in multiple secret societies and it did not work. No results."
Reidward had already long since snapped out of the fact that this Patrick did not act the same way as the previous Patrick. The one before the coma was an entirely different genius, this one had lower load capacity. Nonetheless, he is supportive of Patrick and is loyal to him since loyalty is not a matter of intellect.
"Nah bro," Patrick replied with a dismissive wave. "Maybe you had to go there in person and show your powers. Flex your spooky skill. They probably only recruit those with power and real influence." Patrick was not understanding the fact that Reidward was now the currently acting president of the Bidi Company.
Reidward felt the strike of irony. As the head of the merchant company that had great influence and reputation for being able to fix gadgets and many other businesses, this was dumb. He was the definition of influence.
"Alright, let us stop here." Reidward smiled, he couldn't prove nor disprove anything.
It was better that the young master was to discover for himself. He stood up from his chair, bowed slightly, then dissapeared to the doorway and left.
Patrick stayed for a few moments, his mood lightening from the fact that he believed this world had powers. There was also the fact that he was touching a duke's daughter just a few minutes ago. It was a shame that Patrick's actions dissapeared, making the Young Lady's attraction from him dissapear, along with their intimate moments inside the study where he was sitting in. He glanced at the desk where she leaned her lower back in, then he smirked like a goose.
Patrick also left the room, but as he stepped out, he did not see Reidward. He was planning to follow the old man to ask about the location to his room.
Bruh, you're that busy?
Patrick had no idea how much work Reidward was doing as the acting president of the Bidi Company. The old man can leave the management of the assets and the business decisions to some other superiors, yes. However, doing so would jeopardize the way the Bidi Company uses their methods to be on top of their competitors, fail, and will result in them sinking down. A firsthand interaction with the management, plus overlooking their decisions directly, was its best method to keep being this successful as a merchant company.
For Patrick, Reidward was this strange but also helpful person. The old man may have his flaws as a drunkard and all that, but he was likeable to Patrick's perspective.
Patrick moved his feet from the left to right of the hallway. He was lost where to go, since the butler would lead him to places, he had this unnamed assumption he will be introduced the layout of the place.
There was also Reidward's false assumption that he thought the young master had slowly gained his memories and is able to maneuver his way through the estate.
A light sweet humming reverberated on the hallway, though it wasn't one that was loud or eerie.
Mina, the girl who had served tea to Patrick just the few hours ago, coincedentally was walking the hallways. She was in an errand to get some small gears to help some of the employees.
She had brown eyes, a ponytail for the style of her hair that had the color of black but the tips of her hair had a natural brown hint on it. This wasn't dyed, some people have such genes of yellow with red tint, Mina had dark hair with a hint of brown on the tips of her hair.
She had this face that could be considered pretty, though not as ethereal and breathtaking as Valeria's, having this innocent but homely air on her that would make people sometimes ignore her but would be in favor of her kind nature.
Her brown eyes constricted in surprise, but not because of fear. She took a step back, then she steeled her resolve to try and talk to him. She wanted to get to know the young master, even if it was sort of impossible for a maid unless the noble had paid special attention to her.
"Y-young Master!" She squeaked, trying to act surprised, it was a light shout.
Mina's hand was carrying a light box that was supposed to be used to put the gears in.
"Hm?" Patrick noticed the maid uniform, glancing at the maid's features he thought the face looked familiar, his gaze then wandered into the chest area.
It wasn't because he was a pervert and was measuring the girl's cup size by sight, no, it was because most of the maids here had a horizontal metal rectangular pin that had their name on it.
Mina. That name somehow strikes me as someone I know.
Patrick responded to the girl after glancing at her name, "You look surprised, It seems I have inconvenienced you, Mina."
Patrick's incapacity to talk to people was because he had no idea how to hold a conversation, he can still talk to vendors back in his hometown what he wants to buy. For him, the maid was a worker and subconciously eased himself out of the expectations of socializing.
Mina was staring at Patrick's face, she couldn't help but keep watching, admiring at it. "I-its no issue at all. Uh-uhm..."
She was fumbling for words to try and extend the conversation and get a good impression from him.
"Well, I have business to do." Patrick replied without much care. He got the idea that he was a noble so the maid must be just doing errands.
However, before he took even one fourth of a step, he realized that he needed someone to guide him. He then turned around, trying to steer their conversation about walking.
"Mina, why don't you show me around the place. It seems I lost my sense of direction." He smiled, even offering his one hand open to hold the gear box from her.
Mina's heart did a frantic little acrobatic routine in her chest as Patrick's hand remained extended toward her. She stared at his open palm, then at the wooden gear box, and back up to his face.
To a commoner, and especially to a maid, having a noble offer to carry your burden was practically unheard of. It was scandalous, or at the very least, highly improper.
"O-oh! Young Master, I couldn't possibly let you..." she began, her face flushing a deep crimson. But Patrick didn't look like he was joking, and he certainly didn't look like the type to take 'no' for an answer right now.
Seeing her hesitation, Patrick continued to speak, he doesn't want to walk around a large place like this and blob like a fish, this girl was a lifeline. "Consider it a trade. You give me the box, and I give you my company while you show me where everything is. Deal?"
Reluctantly, and with trembling fingers, Mina handed over the box. Patrick took it with an easy strength on one hand that made it look weightless.
"Lead the way, Mina," he said, gesturing down the hall.
As they began to walk, Mina kept a respectful two step distance ahead of him, though she constantly peered over her shoulder to make sure he was actually following.