2 RNG: Texan In Another World - V1.2 - Learning Quickly (2/2)

'Focus your ass! Does this thing really just mean concentrate..haha, concentrate' Mike was starting to lose focus and stopped himself short.

”Concentrate.” Mike let out a deep breath and put his hand on the book while closing his eyes.

The contents of the book were slowly taking shape in his mind, slowly he came to understand a lot of what Troeg was inferring. If Mike had gone out earlier, he would have made a compete fool of himself.

The Dog-like race were called the Poocha, they had settled this area a few hundred years ago after a large scale war that claimed many of the Kingdoms people. Mike was sure that he would have called them Dog, and gotten a terrible reaction. There were also customs and grooming habits to avoid unwelcome inquiries into where he had been. The noses of the Canine were sensitive and Poocha were no exception to the rule.

It was actually considered a mark of approval for some higher tiered males to piss on females, which really disinterested Mike. One taboo was to mess with the Ears or Tail of another Poocha, as they were extremely sensitive and somewhat sexual.

Dismayed by the last statement Mike Closed the book for a moment and sighed. He really wanted to pet some of the people he saw, they were positively cute and it was his dream but now even in his dream laws were getting in the way.

'Laws.' Mike heaved another heavy sigh as he picked up the book to continue reading with his spirit.

The Law and Customs book was pretty short, It mostly talked about what not to touch and were to away from otherwise the Beta Force would run amok looking for you in response.

”What a strange world.” Mike pulled his Dabs out and medicated quickly.

Having a lot of material to cover, Mike looked around and noticed that most people had left. He thought about the book he had just read and remembered what time it was. It was dinner time, Mike hadn't eaten since he left Colorado.

”Excuse me, Can I get some food brought to me.” Mike made an error in judgment as five eagerly awaiting females rushed up with food.

”Why so many?” Mike was confused as to why so many women rushed up to give him food. He had only just asked about it, it was like they were waiting.

”We are your servants, Prince Troeg has selected us to serve you in whatever manner you require. Please instruct us as you need.” One of the more pretty ones bowed politely and the remaining four did the same right afterward.

”Huh. EH.? Servants?” Mike stopped what he was doing.

”No. No slaves, Hard pass. I'm not doing this. Go get someone in charge of you other than me.”

Mike was furious, He asked for assistants.. not slaves.

”I don't want slaves, or servants. If I'm going to be doing work, I need confident and capable people. Not people who will be whipped for not complying fast enough or to my satisfaction.” Mike spat at the girls and sent them off.

It wasn't buy another 20 minutes until Elder Po arrived, confused.

”Why have you sent away your slaves? We were busy collecting alchemy books.” Elder Po seemed annoyed but Mike stopped him cold in his tracks.

”I was clear about my needs to some degree, what makes you think that I want slaves. No one works well under a whip.” Mike spat again at Elder Po then continued.

”We tried slavery in the my Homeland long ago, It ended badly and even now the descendants of the ancient slaves still complain about it.” Mike pushed the matter away like a ticking bomb.

”No way am I supporting slavery, What I want are assistants. People who can work under orders, but do an excellent job with incentives to make them work harder and efficiently. And don't send me a bunch of beautiful women, send me smart ones if you think they have to be women.” Mike threw a rant, Elder Po had blown his high.

”You can't be serious”

Elder Po was dumbstruck.

”I'll have to discuss this with the Prince. Please return to your studies while I resolve this matter.” Elder Po walked out of the room.

In a few minutes he returned with a few sheets of paper tightly bound and sealed.

”These are their slave contracts, Rip them up if you want.. or burn the girls.. do whatever you want, but they are yours. The Prince will not change our ways to suit your tastes, our system works. These women were once captured, they are expendable.” Elder Po spat at the girls and walked away.

”Is this really how things work in this world?” Mike looked at the girls who had come back up.

”Yes, Master.” One of the girls replied quickly again calling him master and Mike nearly lost it.

Tearing the contracts to shreds in front of the girls, he could see special markings clearing up on their faces and arms. The slave seal was destroyed on all of them.

”Why?” Mike exclaimed and then went back to his book like it was only natural.

”You have freed us. I, We, don't understand.” The group of girls stood there in awe.

All of them stood in front of Mike with strange looks on their faces. They had been chased during hunts, pushed down and raped, and even traded blows with each other for entertainment from time to time. No one had ever considered them anything but excess weight that ate.

”Stop calling me Master, I have a name.. Its Mike, What are yours?” Introducing himself Mike tried desperately to alter the situation, he would feel awful and that would not be good for his focus levels.

”I am Mona.”

”Cara”

”Jodi”

”Rissa”

”March”

The girls all gave their names and waited patiently for Mike to give another order, but nothing came. Mike just sat there reading his book and doing his work. From time to time he would eat some of the food they had brought over.

When he finally ate something the girls took it as a sign that the previous issues were resolved for the moment. They all sat down beside him at the table and waited for his instruction. Mike noticed it pretty quickly and passed them each a book from a nearby shelf.

”Read, better yourselves. If you're my assistants, You had better know whatever you can. I want you reading at all times until you know things that I need to look up, then you'll be very helpful to yourselves and not just me.” Mike finished talking, took another bite of his sandwich and felt a little better.

The sandwich was dry, It needed Mustard. Mike choked a bit.