Chapitre 196: C196 Gringotts 2
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"Bring the rings and we can get started." Tom says, not wanting to waste time.
Since time is money for any goblin, Alluk acted quickly and waved his hand, conjuring the same three boxes that Tom remembers from his first trip to Gringotts.
"I take it that you plan to avoid the Gaunt ring?" Alluk said as he didn't even bother conjuring it.
Not only do the Gaunt vaults have nothing of value, but they don't even hold a place in the Wizengamot.
After some thought over the years, Tom decided to just let the House of Gaunt die out.
He's the last one alive, so no one but his children would be able to take up the rings, and even if someone did take them up, they would gain nothing but a stained legacy of a poor and hated house.
"Yeah, I've decided to let the House of Gaunt die out and vanish." Tom says as he puts the Gaunt family behind him and focuses on the three boxes across the table.
"I believe that I can speak on behalf of the entire Goblin Nation when I say that is the best decision for everyone." Alluk commented with a truly happy smile. "Now, back to business. Do you have a preference on which house to start with?"
Hearing Alluks question, Tom eyed the boxes for a moment and made his decision.
"Last time the easiest rings to gain the approval of were the Slytherin and Le Fay rings, but who knows if the Lord rings will be harder to impress..." Tom says, automatically placing the Pendragon ring for last. "Let's start with Le Fay this time, shall we?"
Alluks nods and slides over the Le Fay box. As soon as Tom opens it up, he took the heir ring from his pouch and placed it back in the box.
Once he becomes the Lord, he'll have no need for the heir ring anymore. That will be saved away for whenever he and Druella have their first child together.
Taking a deep breath to prepare himself for whatever is to come, Tom grabs the big World Series-sized ring and slides it on his finger.
The second he placed it on his finger, Toms consciousness appeared in a dimly lit bedroom.
"Oh, look what we have here~" A seductive voice says as a scantily clad woman appears in front of Tom.
The woman could only be described as a wicked beauty. She has pale white skin, dark black hair with matching eyes, and a sneer that would put any Malfoy to shame.
Dressed in a provocative black nightgown, she sauntered over to the foot of the bed, laying sideways and eyeing Tom up and down.
"Hello?" Tom says as he wasn't expecting to be given a show during his test. "You are?"
"Morgana~" She reveals, shocking Tom slightly.
"I heard you were dead." Tom says as he prepares himself for a possible battle.
"Hmm, Am I?" She asked, shocked by this revelation.
She's Morgana Le Fay, but not the real Morgana Le Fay. She's just an imprint of the real Morgana, left in the ring in case someone ever comes to take up her former position as Lady or Lord of House Le Fay.
Tom can already tell that this isn't the real Morgana. Feeling her presence, Tom could only sense a bit of magic where Morgana is laying.
He also knows that this isn't her soul, since he could now sense those things with his Master of Death powers.
"Well, I happen to be fairly close with the person that claims to have killed you, so I'm afraid it's true. Unless of course, you somehow faked your death, but that's very unlikely." Tom explains, causing Morgana to stop her games and stand from the bed.
"Who claims to have killed me?" She asked as her flirty sneer was replaced with a questioning frown.
"The Ancient One." Tom says, causing Morgana to freeze in place for a moment.
"Huh..." She grunts out as she plops onto the ground, sitting there in shock and sadness.
If anyone could kill her, the real her, then it would be that bald-headed b*tch.
The realization set in that she may actually be dead. Her, Morgana Le Fay the greatest dark sorceress to ever live, was killed by the woman she hated the most.
Just the thought of her bald head made Morgana want to puke blood, but she can't as she is just an imprint made by magic.
"Prove it!" She grits her teeth as she stands from her place on the ground and stares at Tom challengingly.
"Well, I might be able to..." Tom says as he tries summoning the spirit of Morgana with his Master of Death powers.
Suddenly, a transparent version of the imprint Morgana appeared between the two of them.
"Huh? Where am I?" Ghost Morgana mutters as she surveys her surroundings.
It didn't take her long to understand that she was next to the imprint left by her in the Le Fay Lord ring, or in her case, the Lady ring.
"What's going on? Did one of my descendants summon me?" Ghost Morgana asks the imprint Morgana, as she sneaks a peek in Tom's direction.
"It's true... I'm dead... We're dead... You're dead!" Imprint Morgana yells as she sees the proof of Toms claims before her very eyes.
Seeing her imprint freaking out, Ghost Morgana just stood there waiting for someone to explain what's going on.
'Why does everything I do become so complicated. I just wanted to take my test and get my rings...'
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