parentshiftbook Chapter 33: The First Favor
Chapter 33: The First Favor
Chapter 33 - The First FavorThe long night had finally faded, replaced by a day that slowly began to rise. The sun hung high in the sky, its rays piercing through the apartment window, reflecting off the floor like fragments of light dancing in silence.
A bird still perched on the plant pot out on the balcony, its beak occasionally pecking at the soil,
On the screen, the name Kyle Ashbourne stood out clearly. He tapped the call icon.
It didn't take long before Kyle's voice came through the line.
"Wasup? It's only been a day and you already miss me? Should I be flattered or suspicious?"
Ronan chuckled.
"Relax, this is purely business. I'm trying to register for a soul beast hunting permit at Redburn Base. They said it'd be faster with a recommendation from someone influential. So... guess who popped into my head first?"
Kyle let out a breath, clearly amused.
"Should I be worried or proud that you're already exploiting this connection?"
"Hey, I'm just being efficient. Opportunities are like soul beasts—if you don't grab 'em now, they might disappear forever."
Kyle chuckled softly.
"Redburn Base, huh? Alright. That's the closest region to Lincolnville. I happen to know someone there."
"I knew you were a reliable brother," Ronan replied lightly.
"Yeah, yeah. But listen closely—" Kyle's voice turned slightly more serious now. "From this point on, when you walk in there, you'll be carrying the Ashbourne name."
Ronan paused. "Wait, you mean... this is an official recommendation?"
"Not just a recommendation. I'll sign the formal document. They'll know you're backed by the heir of House Ashbourne. So don't make me look like an idiot, Ronan."
Ronan exhaled slowly, a wry grin tugging at his lips.
"No pressure, huh?"
"Exactly. When are you going?"
"Now," Ronan answered without hesitation. "I'm hoping I can get the permit on the spot. Maybe?"
Kyle gave a soft laugh, responding with a calm voice tinged with casual arrogance:
"With someone like me making the call? They wouldn't dare delay."
Ronan narrowed his eyes, his tone turning playful.
"Must be nice being a young master, huh?"
Kyle held back a laugh. "If you think that's nice, wait till you see our family's property tax list."
"Touché."
"Alright, I'll call them now. Most likely, your permit will be waiting when you get there."
"Good. Thanks again, Kyle." Ronan stood up from the sofa, pulling the phone away from his ear with one hand.
"Don't mention it. I might need your help someday."
"Say the word, and I'll be there," Ronan replied with ease.
"Great. I'm hanging up now."
And with a single tap, the call ended. The phone screen dimmed, reflecting a faint outline of Ronan's face.
Ronan immediately got moving, tidying up his laptop and the empty glass on the table. He changed into more fitted clothes—a black shirt, a light jacket, and dark tactical pants. No backpack this time. Everything he needed was already neatly stored in the spatial ring Edward had given him.