Chapter 71

Chapter 71

Investing Through the Status Window.

Episode 71: Chapter 1, Conclusion (1).

A fat man walked over with something like a wide tray and carefully placed it on the table. It was a sort of display board lined with various kinds of ornaments.

“Here, these are precious items carefully selected by our merchant group. Feel free to look around, and if you have any questions, please ask anytime.”

The bald, fat merchant group owner with a goat beard laughed slyly and rubbed his hands together. Allen looked over the ornaments one by one with a very calm expression, wondering which one would be good. ……However, having no knowledge about such ornaments, he couldn’t distinguish which ones were more sophisticated or better, no matter how much he looked.

Fortunately, the Group Leader Rudra, who had been quietly observing from the side, pointed out one key item after another.

“This one seems quite good. …That one isn’t bad either.”

Even though she refrained from lavish adornments herself, Rudra, having grown up amidst beautiful artworks and all sorts of splendid ornaments, had a taste that was at least far superior to Allen’s. Thus, he casually nodded in agreement, skillfully picking out just those items. Each time, the merchant would lavish him with flattery, praising his exceptional taste.

Allen, after selecting about twenty items worth around ten gold coins each, agreed with the merchant to receive a few more of the same kind. Of course, since the goods hadn’t been received yet, it was merely a verbal agreement for now. The shrewd money-grubber Allen obviously wouldn’t pay without getting the goods first.

“Wait, just leave that one here.”

“Yes, here….”

Allen received first the ornament that Rudra had chosen with the best reaction. And as soon as the merchant leader left, he gifted it to her. Since she connected him with the merchant group leader and even chose the ornament, he had to show some gratitude.

It was a bracelet with a beautiful pattern intricately twisted like tree roots. Perfect for her elegantly slender wrist.

“Oh my… I didn’t expect something like this….”

“This is my way of saying thank you for your help.”

“…Thank you.”

Group Leader Rudra seemed extremely pleased, her face about to burst with joy. …Allen, too, adopted an attitude of letting things take their course.

She lifted her bracelet-adorned hand to inspect it from various angles briefly. Then suddenly, her expression turned sultry as she began to stroke his thigh provocatively. Allen, second to none in libido, felt his penis start to stiffen in response.

“…This is a signal, right?”

‘Not really.’

“Group Leader Allen, you’re unexpectedly naughty.”

‘That’s not true.’

“Later then. Should I come to you, or will you come to me…?”

‘I have a prior engagement today.’

“…If not that, then how about right here, right now?”

Her expression was serious.

Even Allen, the Morning Masturbator, found it a bit overwhelming to keep up with the exceedingly open-minded customs of the West.

Of course, if one were to live solely indulging in pleasures, not caring about the mercenary business or anything of that sort, there wouldn’t be a better place than here… Unfortunately, he had goals that he absolutely needed to achieve for his future. ……Honestly, he did consider living in the West for a ve——ry slight bit, but after all the hardships he had endured, he couldn’t just succumb to mere pleasures.

“Do you know…? My pussy is already wet.”

He couldn’t just succumb to mere pleasures…

“I want to… suck Allen’s dick too.”

…They fucked like animals in the reception room again.

Fortunately, he finished the merchant group work smoothly. He bought goods and spent a total of 821 gold coins. Although there was some money left over, he decided there was no need to spend every last coin and kept the remainder as emergency funds.

With this, all the trading in the West was completed. The last thing to do was to decide on the caravan group to travel with for some pocket money, and then it would truly be the end.

Especially after the war where the Allen-Mercenary Group greatly distinguished themselves, their name spread widely in the major city of Behimruod. As a result, the western caravans, which had suffered greatly at the hands of the dark mages, showered them with requests for escorts. He was now in a situation where he didn’t have to go around looking physically but could freely choose any caravan he wanted.

‘This is why people need to succeed. Look, the vibe is totally different—.’

Of course, it wasn’t like there was no influence from Lady Rudra, but still, he definitely proved himself with his abilities. She wouldn’t have been so attached to him if he had no skills—!

Anyway, Allen chose the caravan that offered the most generous payment for the escort mission. After all, all escort missions are the same, so the one that paid the most was the best.

Once the selection at the top was completed, now the work in the big city, Behimruod, was truly finished. All that remained was to leave this place.

Allen gathered the members and announced the promised date, instructing them to finish preparing to leave by then. Some seemed to want to enjoy a bit more time here, but still, they couldn’t go against the will of their employer… As always, the mercenaries quickly let go of their reluctance this time, too.

The group leader called one of the dispersing members over.

“Ordnung, can you see me for a moment?”

“Ah, yes.”

Lately, having come into some money, the appearance of the pinkette had noticeably improved compared to before. Her shabby clothes had changed to high-quality ones, and even the care for her hair and nails was perfect. …If it weren’t for the nun’s habit and the blindfold, she might have looked like a daughter from a noble family who loved to spend money.

Allen walked side by side with the Blind Saintess through the corridor, asking her how she was as if inquiring about her well-being.

“Seems like you’re having fun spending money lately? Your appearance looks very bright.”

“Ah, no… How could I, who serve the gods, indulge in such luxury… Hehe.”

Of course, Allen, who couldn’t possibly believe those words, simply smiled silently. She was an owner of [Desire], after all. He rather liked people who enjoyed money. They were uncomplicated and straightforward.

The place they arrived at was a gloomy room. He offered her a seat and then served tea.

Sitting opposite the Blind Saintess, the Group leader asked in a gentle voice, smiling sleazily as if he were a peddler selling goods on the streets.

“How has the mercenary work been? Manageable?”

“Well, it was pretty good. I got to see a lot of the world, met many people, …and made a lot of money.”

She muttered very quietly about making a lot of money, but in fact, that was probably the most crucial point.

As a result of receiving as many as 29 gold coins every month and spending them lavishly, she discovered the thrilling taste of money.

Noticing this, Allen decided to take advantage of this opportunity. Originally, according to the plot, after the end of Chapter 1, The Festival of the Dark Mages, she was supposed to return to the Holy Kingdom, but he intended to twist that as much as possible. …If it wasn’t possible, then it couldn’t be helped, but still, she was too precious a talent just to send off nicely.

“That monster back then, you defeated it so coolly. Bang. I was really moved, you know?”

As Allen playfully threw a punch while saying so, the Blind Saintess clasped her hands together with a proud expression, feigning modesty.

“As a believer in the Holy Spirit, I couldn’t just stand by and watch such impure beings. But with the care of the Holy Spirit, we were eventually able to overcome them.”

“If you say so, then it must be true…”

He briefly nodded his head and then slowly erased his smile. And while stealthily glancing at her drinking tea, he cautiously started to speak.

“So, what are your plans going forward?”

“My plans going forward?”

“Yes.”

The Blind Saintess answered as if it was obvious.

“I will return to the Holy Kingdom and help the poor people. As a saintess should.”

“…Ah, is that so…?”

“Is there a problem……?”

Allen lightly rubbed his hands together.

“Well, to tell you the truth… it’s because we still need you, Ordnung.”

“…What?”

“Our mercenary group, how much we would miss you if you were gone. In a way, you’re the face of our mercenary group. The Saintess, Ordnung—! In Behimruod, there’s no one who doesn’t know your name, you know?”

“Ah…, hehe, well, I’ve heard such rumors.”

“That’s right, exactly.”

The pinkette was particularly obsessed with the word ‘saintess’. Especially when someone called her ‘Saintess’, her smile couldn’t be brighter. ……Of course, if they saw her throwing punches, such words would quickly be forgotten.

“So, what do you think? About extending the contract.”

“…Ah….”

The Blind Saintess appeared to have a troubled expression. Of course, money was good, but no matter what, being away from the Holy Kingdom for too long was a bit… Leaving the master alone also weighed on her mind. Of course, she was someone who could live impressively well on her own, but….

“Anyway, it’s a bit… I’m sorry. I have to go back to my master’s. That’s what we agreed on.”

Of course, Allen had already anticipated that the Blind Saintess would answer like that. It was only natural in the storyline.

However, even though this world was based on a game, it was ultimately an independent world. While it might be hard to change the big picture, perhaps it was possible to twist the fate of one person a bit.

“It’s not just an extension, of course. I’ll raise your pay.”

But the pinkette slowly shook her head.

“…I’m sorry. It’s not about the pay.”

“32 gold coins.”

“It’s not about the amount. It’s a matter of trust.”

‘…It seemed like her eyes flickered slightly…’

“34 gold coins.”

“No, Group Leader… It’s not about the money…”

A feeling of [Desire].

“36 gold coins.”

There, she almost wavered, but the pinkette saintess, in an effort to steady her heart, lightly tapped the table with her fist and shouted in a firm tone.

“No matter if you’re the group leader…, you can’t buy my trust with money—!”

Then, Allen spread out four fingers.

“40 pieces—!”

“……….”

…………On that day, the pinkette saintess sold her trust for 40 gold coins.

‘Master, I’m sorry—♥’