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Chapter 78: Building Trust in a Murder Tutorial

    Chapter 78: Building Trust in a Murder Tutorial


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake looked around gauging the facial expressions of the nine people. Each one giving a different screwed up face in one way or another, save for Sherry who pushed up her sseszily and rubbed her stomach that growled loud enough for everyone to hear.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Susmaryosep, what kind of monster do you keep in there?” Drake asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I haven’t eaten sincest night…” Sherry pouted.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drakeughed and produced a bag that quickly got him yelled at.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Hey! Those are fucking mine!”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Natto screamed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake willfully ignored the screaming construct and handed it to Sherry.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Here, these will hold you over for now,” he said, offering the roasted nuts.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sherry’s eyes shone like shining stars as she quickly became enamored, grabbing the bag from Drake’s hands.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright now that the hungry beast is satiated, we can talk about the contracts!” Drake said, turning to the rest of the wary group, pping his hands together.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I already don’t like governments, pup, what makes you think I’m going to sign some contract with you?” Hudson said, crossing his arms.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sire thou knows this one wouldeth follow thee to hell and back, but a contract does seem rather dubious,” Theodore added, looking at Harley who now also had a pensive look on her face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake raised his hands in a pacifying manner and spoke, “I understand what you are thinking but, no. This is not going to be a contract from me to you. On the contrary I will be going under contract for you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">This forced everyone to wear an even more confused look.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What do you mean?” Chelsea asked, stepping forward a bit.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake took a nce at the forest, beginning to see more catapults being moved and made note that he had only a few more minutes before the next volley.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Look I’ll get straight to the point. I have a history of betrayal, well being betrayed. Which makes me very bad at trusting new people. I don’t want to have to keep looking over my shoulder and having to run numbers on whether or not someone needs to be put in their ce or not,” Drake stated tly ncing at Chelsea, Jacqueline and Hudson, “And I know some of you have good intentions in mind,” he continued, turning his focus to Amir, Theodore and Harley.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And I also know some of you just in want revenge,” Drake took a final look at ire who was behind the group of people, staring into the forest with a murderous gaze.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What does that have to do with the contract Sir?” Amir questioned, finally speaking up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Everything!” Drake shouted with some enthusiasm, “I told you all to get to know each other right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Everyone nodded, even ire who was mildly paying attention.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So you all must have had a question or two you all asked each other about me, yeah?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Each nodded again, except Theodore who began twirling his mustache.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So here is the deal,” Drake began holding up two fingers, “Sherry can hold a contract per level, her level is 10, and we have 7 people here I can’t yet trust explicitly.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Theodore looked around and counted, then frowned.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry Theo, Harley may be your wife but I’ve only just met her,” Drake said consolingly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Theodore merely bowed lightly but kept a slight frown on his face, but there was no helping that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Back on topic. I will answer one question from all of you collectively, and I will help each of you in filling out your ss slots, sub-trees and skills. Under the condition you take a contract to not speak of what information I give you until after the tutorial. <em><span style="font-weight:400">And</em><span style="font-weight:400"> in exchange, I will go under a condition for the contract to not harm you in any way, even if you were to try to harm me,” Drake said, closing his fist.


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">Now it’s just a matter of who wants it more.</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake thought looking over the group.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">What do you mean? It sounds like a very good deal for them, does it not?” </em><span style="font-weight:400">Natto asked, confused.


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">And that’s the problem. If a deal is too one sided, the other party is going to be suspicious. I’m basically offering them the promise of being able to kill me after they get what they want without repercussion. So the natural reaction would be to look for the angle on my side or turn it down outright.</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake exined.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll take it,” ire said from her spot behind the group, “Don’t care about anything, just want to kill those little green cock suckers.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well then…” Drake said, his eyes widening a bit at thenguage, “Anyone else?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sherry raised her hand next, “Long as I get food, it''s chill.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright that makes two,” Drake counted off.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Next Harley took a step forward at a nudge from Theodore. “I-I’m fine with going under contract as well Mr. Shot.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Three.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Amir seemed to be thinking something over himself then spoke up as well, “I have one question Sir.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Shoot.” Drake said quickly, his attention again turning to the line of catapults momentarily.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What exactly is in it for you?” Amir asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Outside of gaining the use of your skill sets, and building a team that is going to protect the rest of the people here so I can go kill the Big Dumb Green Monstie King?’ Drake offered.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Amir nodded, with the others looking over intently for the answer.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm.. Nothing honestly. If we’re being transparent. I’m the one losing out here. But that isn’t the point. I’m trying to build rtionships that will oust the tutorial and have you each help yourself so that when we are finally outside of it, you can stand on your own feet. Well, and eventuallye find me so we can continue working together. So I guess depending on how you look at it I am getting something out of it, but let''s just agree to call it, I don’t know 70 30?” Drake mused.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fuck that,” Jacqueline said, next to Chelsea.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“80 20? 90 10? Ok, 99.99 0.01, final offer, but only because you’ve pressed me,” Drake amended, earning him a roll of her eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Look, honestly it doesn''t matter, it’s your choice, I’veid my cards on the table. You get skills, levels and I get to benefit from your skills. I’d say that''s pretty fair,” Drake offered.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I agree, I will undergo the contract as well then,” Amir nodded.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Hudson was next in scratching the back of his head, seemingly fed up with worrying about thinking it over.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, I don’t much like the bureaucracy of it, much prefer just a spit n shake but if it’s how you''re going to do it, I don’t see a problem. You are giving us basically everything we need to survive for a little hush hush,” Hudson chuckled, offering his hand.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake smiled and shook it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I knew I liked you! Under that hard gruff facade is an emotionally understanding hillbilly and I love it,” Drake said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Damn right, and don’t you forge- Wait what?” Hudson trailed off confused.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Chelsea and Jacqueline were thest of the group, and exchanged looks but came to an understanding quickly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We’re in only because we don’t have a choice if we want your help,” Chelsea said tly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fair enough. Don’t care for the reason, long as you y by the rules, don’t try to honey trap me again,” he said looking at Jacqueline, earning him a scoff, “And are professional about it. And I do appreciate the honesty this time around, wins you both some brownie points. But only the regr brownie points. Not the double chocte cookie ones.” Drake grinned.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Now,” Drake said, snapping his fingers.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The next moment he conjured an enormous extension to the earthen rampart. A tform shot out from the wall, then turned upwards to form a small box covering, shielding the group from the rest of the people inside the camp.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Here,” Drake began, his ears and tail receding, as a small pink haired construct emerged on his shoulders, “Is the secret you will all need to keep. Meet Natto.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hello Apes! May you live long and prosper under the benevolent tutge of the great and all knowing Natto!” she shouted puffing and sticking out her chest, her nose stuck high up in the air.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Tis a pleasure to hast thou grace us once more Lady Natto,” Theodore said, giving a 90 degree bow.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Natto nodded at Theodore’s affirmation, but not everyone was in reverence of her entrance.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Awe she’s so cute!” Harley purred, Chelsea and Jacqueline following behind her to swarm Natto.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Even ire turned her eyes from the forest for a moment to look at her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Her outfit is so adorable!” she continued, stretching a hand out, but was stopped short.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Do not fucking touch me you filth!” Natto shouted, pulling a dagger from her sleeve.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Harley recoiled her hand as Theodore chuckled slightly behind his raised hand. Drake alsoughed loudly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Feisty isn''t she?” Drake chucked, but ced Natto on the ground as he heard the sound of catapults loosening their payloads into the air, “Alright get your questions ready, and Natto already knows your sses. ept the invites to the party and let''s get this ball rolling shall we?” Drake finished, mentally sending invitations to all of the people present.


    <strong>[Amir Fadel has joined your party]</strong>


    <strong>[Hudson Lawrence has joined your party]</strong>


    <strong>[ire Osberg has joined your party]</strong>


    <strong>[Chelsea Jackson has joined your party]</strong>


    <strong>[Harley Mongrass has joined your party]</strong>


    <strong>[Jacqueline Evans has joined your party]</strong>


    <strong>[Sherry Turner has joined your party]</strong>


    <strong>[Tom_The_King has joined your party]</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Who the fuck is Tom_The_King?” Drake asked, confused.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After being nearly invisible even with hisrge tower shield, Tom finally piped up raising his hand.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry! You guys were just all sorta talking and I didn’t want to interrupt so I’ve kinda just been staying here silent… I promise I won’t say anything to anyone! Please don’t kill me!” he cried, ducking behind the shield.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake face palmed amazed that he didn''t notice the man, but waved him off, “Agree to the contract and you’re square. If not, Natto has her way with you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Natto’s ears perked up at the mention of her name as she turned to Tom.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Certainly! Bow your head now in resignation to this great magnificent one! I am a merciful lord, you sad excuse for an ape! Follow me wholeheartedly, and I shall turn you into the slightly below average ape you are truly meant to be!” she shouted at him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wait, only slightly below average? What’s average then…?” Tom asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Natto’s face went deadpan as she pointed her dagger at Drake.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That one. He is the standard ape, gori, enemy of all constructs,” Natto said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I take that as aplement. Silverbacks are majestic creatures, and Bondo Apes scare the shit out of anyone. I heard on a podcast that they kill lions. Lions!” Drake eximed, before he had to focus up, snapping his mask back into ce.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake turned to the iing boulders, it bing a regr urrence to have multiplerge boulders thrown at him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well it’s almost like swatting flies if you think about it…” he said looking up at the masses of earth flying towards them, “Guess I don’t need to hide the casting when I’m with them now,” Drake smiled, conjuring the fire magic circles without snapping.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake lined up four bellows of mes in front of him, his arm disintegrating once again, as the fifth and final one crackled to life.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Short and sweet this time!” Drake roared as he poured mana into the mes, each one turning to blue one after the other, “<em><span style="font-weight:400">Big Seven! Sakura!”</em>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Each of the five blue balls of fire shot outward colliding with the boulders and bombarding once again the treeline destroying the catapults.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You are doing it again! You only have five spells going, and you shouted seven….” Natto yelled behind him giggling.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A soft mumble of snickers followed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake turned quickly pointing at the small construct.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, no food for a week!” he shouted.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nooooooooooooooooo! You are a demon!” Natto wailed.
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