“And average output per square meter?”

    “I might’ve said something vaguely along those lines.”

    “And yet… you were there. So how can you be sure that all my dazzling confidence didn’t come from your presence?”

    Then he glanced up, grin returning. “And also, it’s a little hard to punch someone with a trade agreement.”

    “Spoken like a man who’s almost impaled a training dummy through the groin.”

    ***

    Yeah, because I really wanted to look cool while tripping over my own feet in front of the blacksmith? No, it’s because there’s someone I want to stab. Badly. Repeatedly. With flair, if I can manage it.’

    That smug, manipulative bastard. The fact that he’s reincarnated as the golden boy of the original story makes it worse. If I ever needed proof that the universe had a terrible sense of humor, that was it.’

    There’s a non-zero chance he goes straight for the throat. Or worse, plays it nice and stabs me in the back like a proper “hero.””

    If this deal goes through, I won’t die broke. That’s something.’

    ***

    “Tidy’s just a coat of paint.”

    ***

    (seriously, check your locks tonight. And keep your shovel close. Just in case (⌐▨_▨) )


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