“Why did you do that? I took the money with me, after all,” Gaz said. Elrianthe''s risky move made Gaz slightly paranoid, and he expected trouble at any moment.


    “It was an accident. My hand wanted to grab onto something, triggered my skill, and Poof... Suddenly I had a pouch in my stash,” Elrianthe replied jokingly.


    “Will you tell him the same thing when he returns?” he asked, clearly stressed.


    “Don''t shake your pants, Gaz. Taking from a thief is not stealing. I am just returning the stolen property to the owner. For some reward in return, of course,” she replied, winking at him.


    “Too bad he will never know about it...” sighed Gaz.


    “Hey, mister! Could I ask for a little help?” Elrianthe called out, waving her hand at the shopkeeper to get his attention.


    Tie: “This is not going to end well. I know the people in this gang,” Gaz said, anxiously.


    Tie: “Then go stand by the door and watch for them coming,” she replied irritably.


    The shopkeeper approached after a moment, measuring Elrianthe with his eyes from top to bottom, then asked with a smile: “Can I help you, young lady?”


    Elrianthe leaned slightly over the accessory countertop.


    “How much does this ring cost, sir?” she asked in a soft voice.


    “This ring is an expensive item that is not just for decoration. It has a support spell for wizards and anyone else who relies on magic,” the shopkeeper replied.


    ''I know, moron. I''ve already checked half of this display using < Scholar >,'' thought Elrianthe.


    The ring she liked so much had a spell that increased the maximum mana level by an additional 25% and accelerated its regeneration by 10 points per minute. She expected that the high quality of workmanship and powerful spells would give it a high value, but she didn''t think the shopkeeper would consider her a person who couldn''t afford such a purchase. After all, as a merchant, he should be interested in sales, not the appearance of his customers, right?


    “Of course, sir. That''s why I ask, how much does it cost?” she said with a smile that hid her irritation.


    “Oh, so you want to buy it after all? It was on sale for 8 gold coins, but for you, I can go down to let''s say... 6 gold. What do you think?” the shopkeeper offered, smiling friendly.


    ''Now he thinks I''m stupid! We''ll see who turns out to be the real fool soon,'' thought Elrianthe, confident in her skills and ready to take risks.


    She crossed her arms under her breasts, gently lifting them to make sure the shopkeeper noticed her every move.


    "Phew, six golden coins? That''s nice of you. But what would you say to 5 plus a favor on my part?” asked Elrianthe, trying to sound as seductive as possible.


    “Ah, hmm, I think we can get along somehow...” replied the man, fascinated by her persona.


    “Right? I think 5 golden is still too much. Why don''t we go down to 3 gold and a bigger favor, hmm?” she suggested, and all the man''s attention focused on her.


    “Yes, beautiful young lady...”


    “Oh, and what''s this? May I try it on?” she pointed to a leather jacket.


    “The black one will fit perfectly, plus it has a few spells-” the shopkeeper stammered as Elrianthe suddenly began to remove her clothes.


    After a moment, she was standing naked from the waist up, covering her breasts with one hand and trying to put the leather jacket on with the other.


    “I''ll be happy to help,” the shopkeeper replied, approaching timidly.


    “Oh, thank you. You''re very kind,” Elrianthe admired, accepting his helping hand.


    “It''s a small thing. I always offer customers the best service they deserve,” the shopkeeper assured, but Elrianthe heard something else.


    Wire: “Squeeze those breasts, I want to see them, I want to touch them.”


    Elrianthe began to tightly strap her jacket with the belts so that it fit snugly around her body. The chest area, however, proved troublesome. Despite great effort, she was unable to zip it all the way up.


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    "Turns out nature has gifted me too generously,” Elrianthe remarked with a smile.


    “Oh, definitely... Emm, I mean, everything is perfect, no, I meant that-” he began to fumble with his words, clearly trying to hide his natural reaction.


    “Thank you,” Elrianthe replied, loosening her belt a bit, which exposed her breasts a bit more. “Now let''s talk about the price.”


    .


    Fifteen minutes later...


    Gaz walked down the street and shook his head in disbelief.


    “I can''t believe it...”


    “What''s the matter?” asked Elrianthe, who pleased with her newly acquired valuables, followed him in a great mood.


    “About what you did! How did you mess with this guy''s head so much that he agreed to trade you things worth 50 gold for his stolen purse...” Gaz said this with a lot of shock, but also a hint of admiration.


    “You should have seen how Matt was salivating at the sight of me when I ‘convinced’ him to come over to my side. Besides, I need these things,” she replied.


    “I will never go back to that store again. We''ll be in a lot of trouble...” muttered Gaz. “However, I can''t deny your talent,” he added.


    Abusing her skills could risk her imprisonment or, at best, a hefty fine. However, Elrianthe managed to obtain the following items:


    - a ring with a magic spell (+25% MP, regeneration +10 MP),


    - black jacket (Strength +2, HP +30),


    - leather boots (Dexterity +2, Condition +3),


    - fist fighter''s gloves with a spell that remained active as long as she didn''t hold a weapon in her hands (Dexterity +1 for every 100 MP of the maximum limit, taking into account bonuses from other items).


    “You could have chosen something for yourself, too,” Elrianthe replied.


    “No, thanks. There''s no need for that. Where do you want to go now?” he asked, stopping at a road crossing near the town square.


    “Why don''t we take a look at that guild your friend was talking about?” she suggested.


    “We could, but why? You won''t find anything there except hangover losers who hunt single wolves to have something to get drunk on in the evening,” replied Gaz, unhappy with the proposal.


    “Dear God... Why are you like this? You''re ruining my day, you know that?” she pointed out to him.


    “Forgive me, but I just don''t want to put us in danger.”


    “Hey, come here for a minute,” she called out.


    Gaz stopped, and Elrianthe embraced him around the neck. She pressed her chest so that he could clearly feel her shape, and then whispered in his ear: “If you will be a good boy, a special reward will be waiting for you in the evening.”


    Gaz got tense and remained silent until they reached the guild building.


    As soon as they stepped inside, several adventurers turned their eyes in their direction. It wasn''t a friendly greeting.


    The guild in this area had a bad reputation. Most troublemakers from this town and surrounding settlements ended up as criminals or guild members. Young, honest, and ambitious people usually fled to friendlier corners of the empire.


    Elrianthe looked around and for a moment she had the impression that she was in the bar of the local motorcycle gang, if such a thing existed in this world. Menacing faces, bold hairstyles, scars on their faces and hands, leather clothes with armor elements, and omnipresent weapons. Such a sight did not encourage one to take another step.


    However, Elrianthe was used to ominous stares from her previous life, and now, thanks to the system and new experiences, her psyche got an extra kick, as reflected in her Mentality level.


    Disregarding the menacing stares of the tough guys, she approached the board where the jobs were posted.


    Elrianthe still couldn''t read the contents of the pieces of paper that hung on the board, but she handled this problem with a clever trick. She used <Analysis> when touching the paper, and the system provided her with a translation into a language she knew.


    [ Analysis results:


    spruce wood paper,


    dimensions; 12 cm x 7 cm,


    weight; 20 grams,


    Ink arranged in words with meaning; ''Order from a village east of Pershore, kill a group of bears near the Crow Forest, Reward of 2 silvers,


    Ink composition; grated charcoal, vegetable oil. ]


    ''No wonder no one picks up this job. Who would want to take the risk for a poor sum of money?” thought Elrianthe. ''I''m beginning to appreciate a little that someone wants to pay as much as 500 golden coins for me. After all, that''s a mountain of money!''


    Just as Elrianthe and Gaz were browsing the contracts on the board, a sizable bald man appeared behind their backs.


    “Hey, blondie! What are you doing? I don''t know you,” he spoke up in a threatening tone.


    Elrianthe turned to him, not even flinching at the sight of him.


    “Me? Nothing special. I was about to leave, to be honest,” she replied.


    The bald man crossed his arms. “You''re not going anywhere until you explain what you''re up to here,” he threatened.


    “Sorry, I''m in a hurry,” replied Elrianthe, dodging the man.


    “Hey!” cried the bald man, trying to grab her hand.


    To his surprise, his hand swept through her body, which in the next moment was at the exit.


    “We''ll talk some other time!” cried Elrianthe and went outside.


    Gaz, confused by her sudden move, ran out after her, just after the bald man turned toward him with a surprised look on his face.


    Moments after Elrianthe and Gaz left, the team came inside, having a lively discussion.


    “I''m telling you what I saw! I have no problems with my eyesight!” shouted one of the Sorceresses.


    “Be quiet already, you nut. If anyone hears that you saw a dragon flying around the mountain, they''ll think we''re all crazy,” the warrior replied.


    “But I really saw him!”


    “Shut up already,” he said.


    “You''ll see. If he comes here and kills us, you''ll see for yourself.”