JORDAN!

Not long after Draco left, his figure flickers back at the middle-aged man's house.

At this moment, the middle-aged man is preparing to make himself a simple yet sumptuous dinner.

However, feeling the presence of Draco outside of the house, he has to drop the pot in his hand on the kitchen cabinet and walk out of the kitchen and the house entirely. Settling back down on the little stone, he doesn't bother to look at Draco as he calmly asks, "What did you find out?"

"His Royal Highness resides in East Veridora your Majesty," Draco replies. "His address and every other detail you might need is in this paper," he passes a paper to the middle-aged man, who accepts it and glances over it before putting it away.

"So how do you plan to travel, your Majesty? Should I send for the King's jet or would you be using public flight?"

"Public flight would be okay. I just want to see my son. Not make a scene."

"I knew you would say that," Draco almost rolls his eyes. Rich people's ways are just so
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