Chapter 30 - The Don and Second Root 3 (1/2)
Three female servants of the Church prepared some pastry and drinks for everyone. They offered each of the people in the room a cup of tea. However, only Justin humbly declined the offer.
The girls in front of him looked beautiful outside but inside the mind of the young Don, they were beast ready to kill him from behind. If he let his guard down, he would meet the maker in no time. He needed to be cynical in this particular situation as every character in this world became real.
Girls were the primarily dominating gender in Euroasia. In this world, they had the right to build their own reversed harem if they d.e.s.i.r.ed, and they could do an affair with other lovers outside of their domain, with the exception of coveting with the neighbors' husband. They would treat their male lovers as their collectibles and a pet. But not all of them were like that, one out of ten in this generation was married to one man like Hermes' mother who chooses to stay loyal to his father.
Nonetheless, they were no longer a program he could manipulate and he could no longer change their behavior using the CSS codes as he used to. He needed to read the mood and checked his manners before them.
He had no time for playing around since he was in a difficult situation. The only way he could pluck every death flag, he should understand the concept of his surroundings, read the mood, and kept his eyes peeled. Additionally, he should be more cautious than ever because it's better to be cynical than to be found dead in the canal.
Well, not to mention, he couldn't accept the fact he would die eventually by the hands of one of twelve female playable characters in this reversed otome game, so he wanted to counter every single thing that could lead to that scenario.
Not only that, but he had also already encountered one event that didn't even actually include or more like, it wasn't even part of the story so far, so technically speaking, he's already in a tight spot because the world itself was changing too. Some parts of the story had been messed up, but he didn't lose his confidence that one day, he would get a chance to change his faith, permanently.
But still, his plan to exile himself to Amerigo was still on progress. His first plan was to remove his name in the blacklist of the village, so he could avoid himself to get assassinated by one of them. The female protagonist and the upcoming troublemakers who were the reason for the Holy war were the people he's referring to. He was still doing great so far since the trust rating of his client, Chief Zamor, increase and his relationship status rose up from neutral to an acquaintance.
Getting the trust of one of the important figures in this world was one of his top priorities. Once he gained much information in this world, he must retain his relationship until he fully developed his main plan for the village without any backfire.
His true motive was to convert this village into a town, so he could get a large sum of money from his rival family, the Verdugo clan once he decided to sell it to them at a high price.
The more develop the place, the higher the price to pay. Like selling the newest phone with the incredibly detailed and the newest version of its side, he could potentially earn a lot of money from doing it.
It was a good investment and he won't regret it anyway.
Staying as the master and lord of this territory won't benefit him much. There's an upcoming tragic event that would lead to his own destruction and death, so he contemplated his fate in the utmost possible way.
He didn't care about the lives of the many since he still thought of them a bunch of NPC's he created. The war had been set in the beginning and no one could stop it including him. He could change the flow of his fate but destiny was undeniably still there to let it happen.
And, so, he decided to sell the titular of lordship to the Donna of the Verdugo clan since it was originally under their domain before the Archnemesis occupied it.
It's more like giving a fixed toy that you created for a good profit.
His lips lifted up when he realized it. 'What a great plan!' - he said inside of his mind.
He rested his arms on the armrest, waiting for Chief Zamor to speak.
By reading the mood of his employee, the Chief had finally talk.
”Mr. Aljen, I'm happy to see you again. It's really been an honor to see your present in person today. I know you have already met these two beautiful young ladies in person so let's skip with the introduction, okay. Today, I'm here as a bridge between you and our benefactor. She's the one who would want to use your skills to do this job.” he said, smiling.
The young Don tilted his head in confusion and crossed his arms across his c.h.e.s.t.
He said sarcastically, ”Oh, a new benefactor? Well, I'm not sure why I should take the job, though. Hey, chief. Let me reminded you that I only took the job to save her life because I knew you won't betray my expectation. My service isn't free, you know that, so I want to clarify that I won't take any favors without a high price to take from that person.”
Chief Zamor's face turned blue with cold sweat after he saw his terrifying gaze through his mask. He took a cough and he lowered his head in apology.
”Mr. Aljen, I know you're going to say that. But this person has personally wanted to hire you for this job. To be honest, she's here with us.” he jested.
The face of Hermes turned pale and dead inside. His eyes turned at the person he's pointing at with cold sweat.
”For real?” He spouted, unintentionally.
The Priestess of Neue Fiona, Venus Aphrodite, nodded with glee.
”Yes, my lov-, Mr. Aljen. For real. I asked our chief to be the bridge between us. I'm too shy to ask you in person so I have to use some connections to initiate it. I sent you a lot of letters to ask you, personally, but I didn't receive any replies that led me to do this. I'm sorry. Well, I do understand your current position as a merchant from another country. But, to be honest, I'm so worried that you're a hardworking man and you're too busy nowadays. I know you're having a hard time scheduling yourself, but please don't overdo it and take a good rest, okay.” she explained.
”What?” Hermes' mouth trembled.
To be honest, he's too scared to reply when he received it from her. He wished he could reply to ask her to stop, but a sea of letters came into his office before he could do that for the past four days. It was like she's using her messenger with a strong internet connection.
”I'm so sorry, Ms. Aphrodite. I wished to reply to your heartful request but I got some business to take care of, so I failed to send you one. Please forgive me for that.” he lowered his head.
'F.u.c.kin' moron. I need to be polite in front of everyone. I want to scold her for disturbing my quiet life. Shit, I have to act nice so I won't increase her affection rate.' his thought.
Her cheeks blushed in glee.
”Oh, my. You don't have to do that. Uh, eh, umm, let us now return to our topic, sir,” she said, politely.
Hermes raised up his face and he replied, ”Of course. Now, where we were again?”
”Ah, the mission. Please, sir. I really want your help this time. I was so thankful that you saved me back then, so I knew you're the only one I could trust for this request. Please do me a favor. I will make sure to pay you for your service.” she simpered, convincingly in the eyes of the others.
Hermes gulped when he saw her smile. It was very effective for the weak and simp people, but not to his side, he's already used to this kind of situation because that's how he got deceived by his junior when she asked him a favor too. Behind that mask, there's a bad side within that no one could find out except you already experienced to see it in person through your experiences.
One of the servants gave the young Don a sealed doc.u.ment. It had nothing suspicious, but the heart icon in the middle with his name written gave him a cold sweat.
He let his servant removed the seal and read the content first before him.
With confirmation and approval from his Consigliere, the young Don read the pages one by one until the last page. It took him for thirty-four minutes to contemplate the whole summary of the reports.