Even then, Severin noticed no sign of insecurity or uncertainty on her part.
Instead of feeling helpless and a sense of loss, as most of Magda’s people had described it, in Mylana’s case, there seemed to be only curiosity.
She closely inspected first the orb, and then herself. And Severin didn’t interrupt.
When she had made sure everything was in order, meaning the orb showed the correct class and level and her body was still healthy, despite becoming noticeably weaker due to the loss of benefits her class had provided, only then did her attention turn back to Severin and the business on hand. With unexpected humor in her voice, she asked him,
“So, what now? Where do I put this?”
‘“Shouldn’t we have done that before I got rid of my class, then?” With faux outrage, she then suggested, “You only did this to get my money, didn’t you? So that even if I should refuse your impossible conditions, you still made money off of this old woman. Isn’t that right?”
Repeatedly, his mouth opened and closed again, but no words came out. Instead, every time the sparkling glee in the woman’s eyes only further intensified.
Until ultimately Severin gave up explaining himself and decided to let the System do the talking for him.
“
“She tried to touch it. But her hand went right through it.
She tried to move around it. But it kept following in front of her.
Ten minutes or so, during which Severin could do nothing but patiently wait, Mylana focussed solely on the contract itself; not on its words.
He didn’t understand what exactly she was trying to accomplish, or if she actually did. But she did seem rather pleased when she finally said, “Seems I really did make the right decision.”
Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.Here the woman finally became more serious, and judging by the few words Severin could make out from her mumbling, both the terms System and soul-erasure drew particular interest.
For the first time, Severin thought he recognized real apprehension. But also still the very same excitement and curiosity as before.
Severin, at this point, expected her to look up at him and ask the questions she surely had.
Instead, Mylana dedicated her attention to the last remaining item.
“So, let me get this straight. If I back out of this whole deal now, I will forget all about this,” she said, pointing at the contract. “And should I accept, I could still back out of this at any time? Again, forgetting the relevant parts pertaining to this so called System thing? Well, if the consequences are basically the same either way… that makes it a very easy decision for me, wouldn’t you say?”
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“Mylana didn’t turn to Severin for help or to seek an explanation of him, and the [Shopkeeper] was more than happy to simply sit back and to enjoy her look of confused astonishment.
“
And that was before she had even seen the good stuff.
Still, her face said it all.
The infamous blacklist.
The status screen that showed her listed amongst other [Employees]; [Employees] who, incredible as it may be, were also listed as [Cook] and [Alchemist] respectively; not to mention her new boss’ own entry which not only identified him as [Shopkeeper] (Unique), [Cook] and [Alchemist], but also an [Artificer].
With each of those classes having its own submenu titled Recipes attached to it; though currently all of those were unavailable to her.
quest-entry inside a submenu called Tasks.
And then the… store? Which not only offered products even more outrageous that the ones sold by the Emporium, but which also offered the [Shopkeeper], the host of this so called System, to modify this whole mountain itself?!
And finally, managed to tear herself away from the floating screen.
When not just the voice of Severin, who didn’t even open his mouth in the first place, but those of two other people as well, suddenly reverberated inside her head,
<<Oooh. Hiii!>>
<<So I didn’t see it wrong after all. Haha, welcome. We can certainly use an additional pair of hands.>>