What an Overlord does in his free time

From the news of my heist on Monday, to keeping track of their investigation by Wednesday, I was feeling kind of free for the first time. I was determined to plunder the Department of Mysteries by the Weekend, so I decided to keep myself free and less occupied for the rest of the week. While my elves regularly prepare scheduled reports and pass it over to Leafy who is now like my personal Nick Fury, looks over each report and passes the important ones to me to work on the intelligence gathered.

I know this decade will be a slow decline in the muggle economy, and end in a collapse of Stock Markets reduced Food Resources and ultimately end in the Great Depression of 1929. To that end, with the help of goblins, I created an identity for myself as Aracxus Valaryon of the Noble House of Valaryon, which was my identity for both the muggle and magical side of the world.

I purchased some food grains and seeds for the vegetables, and using my Botany skills and green magic started a layered farm on a piece of land, after transporting a lot of alluvial and black regur soil. After putting up a dome like greenhouse which takes in the meagre sunlight it receives and amplify it using elemental magic and runes carved into the walls of the greenhouse whose inside space was increased using space expansion charms. I created a water purification rune and automatically add natural fertilizer, I love organic food, and the idiots nowadays still use lead in pipes, unaware of heavy metal poisoning, I am above that shit!

I reduced the crop cycles at the expense of magic and increased the nutrition value of the food by increasing the magic flowing through the soil. The Nature magic was a perk, and simplified the crop growing process. I added a bug repellent charm on the greenhouse and an intruder alert ward, layered with a muggle repelling ward. Now, I created a Runic system on a Slab of granite, to identify which crops have matured, and then to automatically harvest them, put them under stasis charm to keep them fresh and store them in a layered Warehouse where only I can apparate using my elf magic. I let this system to work on its own and in three days, I could see the first shoots in my plants. When I reduced the crop cycles, it was not reduced to a day; it was reduced by a month out of a year. So I let this system work on autonomously.

After that, I had done some shopping for myself, and gotten a few orders placed for a few suits at the Savile Row, at a Jones and Co. Tailor. They were recommended by a fellow traveller who came for a good stich here for himself. He was dressed like someone important, and with his impeccable wit and wilful stride, I took his reference to the tailor seriously. Turns out Mr Devin Jones and his family have clothed and tailored for a lot of People of Old Money. Which means he offers all custom orders, of all types of material, gets the job done, swiftly and if you want some exotic material in your suit, you either pay an extra fee for its procurement, or get the material for him yourself, either of them works. He was a stern professional, suggesting the types of lapels and number of buttons on cuffs, the type of dress shirt, I should wear, the material I would look most fashionable in. Seriously, I went in feeling like going on a shopping spree, and walked out feeling emasculated after knowing why Suspenders and cuff links are symbols of a True Man. After placing an order for 6 Pairs of suits and 12 Shirts, I walked out of the store after selecting about 15 different cuff links, tie clip and Lapel Pin sets. I discreetly placed them in my card form, and walked out with a receipt to return after a week on Wednesday for a trial fitting.

After getting a shiver, I walked briskly out of the Evil Tailors' Lair, returned to Oxford Street for some casual shopping to soothe my scarred mind, purchased a lot of casual wear, which here in this time, meant shirts and trousers in a 'one size fits all' category, which was not a bother for me with my enchanting, and charms. I returned to a quiet hotel in which I was holed in, I could no longer take Leaky Cauldron, it was not a problem with the room per se, but the unhygienic, uncouth wizards with their bad breath, and loud voices was more than something I could tolerate anymore. If I had to hear them talk again, I wouldn't mind razing the place down in Fiendfyre and burning all those idiots to the ground.

After a hearty meal, I went for a drink, I found a bar, where a lot of people gathered and were sitting down for a drink quietly without causing a lot of ruckus, like a bar usually gets. I gleaned some information about schools nearby for some relaxation. Hey! Don't look at me like that! I am not a paedophile; I have no interest in kids, but their mothers who come to drop off their kids.

I walked about the suburbs, where in the afternoon, things are quiet, after all husbands go out for their jobs, and the wives busy themselves with their chores. Not a lot of women work in these times, and unless it's war, not many employ women in hospitals as nurses, or generally anywhere else. This also benefits me greatly, because that means, the self-esteem of these women are at an all-time low, and if they think, refusing my advances, from a powerful man like me (which I certainly look the part), would adversely affect their husbands and their family, they wouldn't mind, as they say, Taking one for the Team!

Well while I go on my cuckold quest and some fuck relief, I let the elves know to not disturb me for the rest of the week, unless absolutely important!