4 RNG: Texan In Another World - V1.4 - Job Security (1/2)

!BOOM! !BOOM-Boom. Boom. Boom.

Mike was sound asleep, when he woke up to a constant barrage of explosions nearby he was very surprised to see he was still in the other world. He had expected to wake up in jail or the hospital from the wound that he had on his forearm.

'what is all the noise. ah shit. so, i really did get stuck in another world.' Mike was still a bit tired.

He had put in long hours yesterday to read the materials, they were pretty interesting to begin with. So when he was shaken awake by the booming outside, the first thing he did was look for the source.

”Why are there people fighting outside my room?” Looking around, Mike could see the five girls sleeping in a pile in the corner. They hadn't left yet, so it was a bit of a mystery as to what to do with them.

”That's them training, its like this every morning.” March had been the first to wake up.

She was comfortable so she wasn't going to get up. It was likely that none of them would have decided on their own to get out of a warm sleep.

March answered Mike with another question.

”What are we doing today?”

Mike thought it was adorable, march couldn't have been very old. Her body was supple even if it was a bit malnourished. When he started formulating a plan of action for the day, Mike had come to a somewhat drawn out conclusion.

”We're going back to read more until I get back. I have to meet with Elder Po and Prince Troeg. When I get started we'll need supplies, its going to be a lot of setting up and rushing about. Be ready and try to keep collected, When things do get started it will be all that more important that you're familiar with how to put the equipment. Please read.” Mike tossed his bag over his shoulder and inhaled.

”So. I'm going to the magistrate office. After you girls clean up, come find me.”

Mike really wanted a shower, but he just didn't know where they were. The girls looked well groomed, there had to be at least somewhere to clean up nearby. The bathroom didn't have a shower, only a bucket with a lid that would be emptied and rinsed by the staff.

”That shit is nasty, I've got a few ideas but it won't matter if we don't have anywhere to work.” Mike kept muttering to himself.

As he strolled back to the Magistrate office and retraced his way to the Bookshelves he soon realized that he had free run of the place. No one bothered him in the slightest and there was even some tea waiting for him when he arrived.

”I said no slaves.” Mike didn't want a repeat of what happened before, looking around three new women were standing at attention ready to hand him drinks and do his bidding.

”Master, It is the custom.” They continued to try to convince Mike about the usefulness of the system they had in place.

Finally Mike had lost his patience, grabbing the teacup he poured it on the ground and stormed off to find Elder Po. After inquiring with the guards and demanding to be taken to him, Mike finally had his face to face.

Mike balled his fist and was ready to hit Elder Po.

”I am not participating in your custom of taking a slave. Its one thing for me to accept your customs, Its another to take part in them. I will not have slaves work under me, I will not have slaves.”

Mike got right up next to Elder Po's sneering face and grabbed his collar.

”The Prince says he needs me for something, Well.. I believe him, Do you?”

”If you send another slave to attend to me, someone who isn't free to do their own thinking...”

Mike walked past a guard and took his weapon. He started playing with it in his hand.

”These knives remind me of Machetes, they are a bit stronger though.” Mike threw the Machete.

When it landed in beside Elder Po's groin, Elder Po collapsed into a yellow puddle.

”I use to hunt with my friends, do you like to hunt.. Po.”

Mike walked up to Elder Po, his ears had pulled back and he was cowering. The scent of blood was in the air, even mike could taste it. Pulling the machete from Po's bleeding thigh, Mike pointed it at his throat in a menacing manner.

”Send free people, I don't want you to send me slaves. Fucking pay them, give them jobs, teach them. Don't do.. this.” Mike threw the machete into the wooden floor, it rang a high pitch sound and vibrate to a stop.

Mike turned away for a moment and Elder Po went for the Machete. It took a moment for him to pull it from the floor, but Mike wasn't going to just allow himself to be killed in Elder Po's fit of rage.

Another guard stood in the way of Elder Po, they had been ordered to protect Mike. Very quickly his spear tip found its way into Elder Po's throat. Elder Po quickly fell to the ground with a gargling wheeze passing across his vocal cords. Elder Po had died right then and there. When Mike blinked again, he finally realized exactly what had just happened.

”It wasn't me!” Mike threw his hands up and tried to back away.

The guards did nothing, they simply went back to their post as if it didn't matter to begin with.

'So that's it?, What the fuck.. this place is a lot scarier than i thought originally.. maybe i should shut my mouth.' Mike calmly walked up to Elder Po and rifled through his belongings.

He found nothing but a ring. Mike had seen Prince Troeg use a spacial bracelet but didn't stop to think that a ring would also exist. Putting it on his finger, Mike watched the ring as it shrank to fit. The contents of the ring were immediately known to him, just like reading the table of contents in a book with his spirit. Mike didn't fiddle with it any longer and looked at the sash that Elder Po was wearing, he had already taken the ring.

'Is it really robbing if he tried to kill me' The thought of him stealing from a corpse was a something he just wouldn't consider, however. Taking loot from your murderer after stopping him would be an acceptable thing.. sort of. Mike took the sash on Elder Po's waist and didn't stand on ceremony before taking it off and putting it into his bag.

”When can I see Prince Troeg?” Mike asked one of the guards.

Mike had just watched someone die. He was eager for some sort of answers, but More importantly he wanted to clear his name before any accusation or insinuation began.

”Prince Troeg will arrive in a few hours.” The guard who killed Elder Po stood at attention and answered rather loudly.

”Ready a Carriage, I need to see a Clock Maker, Blacksmith, Tailor and a Potter.” Mike issued an order.

Mike stood by the entrance and had the guards get ready go to town. Mike saw how they kept standing on ceremony and sighed inside, he didn't want to get killed for something stupid so he took the two guards with him as a security detail.

Mike had some paper and a pen, while the carriage traveled to its first stop he drew diagrams and designs as rough sketches.

”Sir, we've arrived.” The Spearman opened the door and Mike stepped out.

”Thanks, I'll be back after I discuss what I need.” Standing outside of the potter, Mike saw a large door that was closed tightly.