Chapter 3 (2/2)

Staring at the iteaze, Booker looked at me with a serious face and asked me a question

[… You, where did you get this?]

[Well, I’ll tell you after you finish]

[… Hht I’ll do it]

Finally understanding, Booker opened the door, letting me into the room

On the table inside there was a bottle of whiskey

I wonder if that’s a hindrance to his job?

I sat down on the closest chair

[This is the real deal, huh?]

[You’re a craftsman, aren’t you? Shouldn’t you be able to tell?]

As I spoke, Booker took another swig of his whiskey and stared intently at the innards

[… Henuine it’s not like the shop is open for business right now Leave it here and come back in a couple days and I’ll refine

it for you It’ll cost 25000G though]

Booker set down the innards on the table and smirked

We both know that I don’t have that kind of money

(He really is a piece of trash, huh…)

I thought about it

I looked through my mental [Manual]

Inside, there was one technique that looked like it could be helpful

(Well, I’ll try it…)

I raised a finger and pointed it at Booker’s forehead

I touched his forehead

Then, I used [Magic]

[…?]

Froertips, small particles of ice flowed out and entered Booker’s head through the pores in his forehead

Within my mind, I could clearly see every inch of his filthy body

Following the flow of his alcohol-filled blood, I penetrated his brain

[Listen up, craftsht?]

[… A-ah… ah… okay]

Following my orders, Booker picked up the innards and headed to his workstation

By using tiny ice particles to infiltrate their brains, I can give direct orders to people

Thanks to this technique, I was able to get the job done without needing to kill someone unnecessarily

[Kuku… That Booker had to listen to me… Heh…]

I couldn’t hold in the laughter anymore, and snickered

Might as ait here until he’s done

It’s a really antique wine

I wonder if it’s expensive?

I downed the glass in one go

It’s been a long time since I’ve had wine

For a freeloader like me, there was no chance for me to have any

(Maybe I should go brainwash the maid at home and keep this wine for myself…)

I thought about it as I drank the second glass

I wonder how Count Teremius will feel about it

When he returns froed—

Little by little

To the people aroundpower

My epic begins here

Until I’ve engraved my name forever in history, I’ll keep up my act

Because, with the power of a [God], I’ve become immortal—

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