Percy, as was the name of my Conveyancing City guide, took me through the narrow streets of their cavern society, until eventually, we reached a grand temple made of marble. It was a wonder how they had managed to build such a fine city while living underground, but I supposed it shouldn’t have been too surprising, given they must have a lot of connections to people in the building industry.
We entered the temple through a grand foyer, gold and black banners decorating the walls. There was a bustle of activity as people moved about from room to room. Strangely, it reminded me of the big library in Melbourne, in the heart of the city. Perhaps it had been designed with that in mind.
After searching for a conveyancing firm around Highett, Collingwood and just about anywhere else you could imagine, it was a huge relief to finally have found where the conveyancers were hiding. I could only hope that I would be deemed worthy of their services.
The Grand Master was a small, old man, who sat at the end of a large hall. He took one look at me, narrowed his eyes, and said, “Not worthy.” Immediately, Percy turned around and pulled me with him.
“Sorry, George,” he said as we left the hall. “Looks like you just don’t have the stuff.”
“That’s disappointing. Do you know where I could find a conveyancing business in the Richmond area that hasn’t come down to this underground city?”
He shook his head. “Sorry, but all of Melbourne’s conveyancers are down here. I guess you’ll just have to stick to a life of renting.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, no, I already own seven houses. I was just looking to buy another investment property.”
Percy nodded slowly. “That’s probably why the Grand Master thought you weren’t worthy.”
I suppose that made some sort of sense. Guess I’ll just have to buy a house in another city.
– George