I waved Syr off as she asked for more of "my" poems. I finished my meal and paid. The ale tasted fruity. Well, I was never an alcoholic, so I didn't even finish it. The total bill was nearly 2000 valis, a paltry sum compared to what I earned but enough to buy nearly 40 potatoes. The Loki family's party was still going strong; they were fucking loud. It felt good to bring part of my culture here, even if it was shit I read off the internet. With a small smile on my face, I entered our house. With a bag of groceries on my arm, I slid onto the couch and slumped. I am trying to quiet my thoughts and sort through my feelings. I have a hot heady feeling. I am blushing. My heart is dancing. I was drugged. The alcohol What am I forgetting? Syr, Syr, Syr, Freya. Fuck. Why do I remember fucking poetry but not the fact that the waitress I was just flirting with is actually the goddess of the strongest adventurer alive?
Fuck you too, brain.
I need to get stronger fast if I don't want to be turned into a glorified dildo with legs. "Oi, fuckers, get out here!" I screamed down the stairs.
With a smirk, I threw a healing potion at them both. With a smirk, I taunted, "Don't want to fall too far behind, do we?" We're hiring a supporter. Whoever makes the most money, I'll enchant you a custom item. "I would have already done that, they knew that, but it was the thought that counts."
Chugging their potions, they both smirked at me. A fire in Azar's golden eyes, and for a second, I swore Ali's eyes matched the flaming intensity of his ginger hair. I opened the box at the feet of my bed and started to enchant the bags inside with the 'Bag of Holding' treatment, basically space expansion with intent scanning to know what they wanted. Seven bags later, I ran from the front door, Ali and Azar behind me on our path to the hostess, barely seeing the back of Loki as she was carried by, I think, Finn. I had a blade to my throat. Raising my hands, I said, "Woah, man, I just wanted to sell something to you, damn."
Slowly and calmly speaking, I used my skill to lure him into a sense of security (I couldn't hurt him if I wanted to): "I know a holder of the Mystery development ability, and they wanted to sell these bags." You see, they are spatially expanded." I placed my hand into the bag and pulled out a bow, then a spear, and then a sword. I could see the glimmer of greed in their eyes. Finn knew that these could save one of their lives, carrying extra weapons, or extra potions, or hell, even food. "People can't enter." Shutting the bag has no ill effects. The space is stabilized, so you could throw it at a wall and the contents wouldn't be damaged. " I did research, and the price of one of their weapons is about 86 million on average, and most are custom ordered from the Hephaestus Familia, with the rarity of mystery users (3 known and another unknown user including me) and the utility of it. "And all that for the low, low price of 18 million Valis. "
A promise of a meeting while "I'm not drunk" later, and I walked out of the alley I followed them into. "What the fuck? He put a spear in your throat and that was your reaction. Where is the badass Alex I know? " Ali was needled, so as the greatest older brother, I had to impart wisdom into his skull. I spoke, "That guy is a level 6; within a single second we would be dead, but let's see in a few years, maybe you could give him a good fight, or Azar could scorch his jerkin."
Yawning as Ali shot an arrow through the head of one of our new stalkers, we were gone.
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I spotted a young girl sitting on the edge of the well, and I projected my voice, "Oi, you, you are being hired." "Come with us." Tossing her a bag with 5000 Valis, we escorted her into the dungeon. Ali put her backpack on as I handed her one of the bags I was holding, and we ran. Ali laughed at the terrified screams of the girl in his bag. Cutting through the monsters, I chanted my buffs, buffing all of us. I needed to practice multicast buffs and their duration. "So this is how you always feel, mother fucker." Damn, no wonder you win all the spars. You're a fucking cheater. "
"Nah, y'all just suck." "Getsome good bitches."
Ali just smiled fondly before smirking and mocking, "Does your ass ever get jealous of the shit that keeps coming out of your mouth?" "Naaah, fuck you too." At least people can underestimate me. "You're so stupid, but you couldn't piss out of a boot if the instructions were on the heel."
"Orario is a nation where anyone can become anything, so why did you choose to be mediocre?"
"You're as useful as a white colored pencil."
"You are a shitstain on the underpants of society."
"Why are you playing hard to get when you're so hard to want?"
"Nahhhh, I'm bootylicious. "Take that back."
---Omake
I sipped my drink and felt myself blush. Fucking aphrodisiacs. I glanced at Ali. I tried to signal him to stop, but he didn't listen. "Where is your daddy?" Ali swaggered over before leaning against the bar. Everything went quiet. "Why?" Ais stared back, guarded.
"Because I want to suck his dick to get a taste of what you're made of."
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