Chapter 2

Red Grace Inn (2)

Brennan Charlando gave offed no feeling that he was the proprietor of the motel. Disregarding the interminable prattle of the head serving young lady, Louise, he took a couple of monster skin materials, stooped on the floor and scavenged around the rattan box, the monster skins as well as the packs, as he considered:

"Two bits of Dark-scaled Rhinoceros skin, this is Throm the Armorer's organization… "

"Five bits of Crimson-peered toward Black Fox skin, for old Park from the leathersmith's… "

"Three bits of Gold Python skin, Jason from the weaponsmith's requirements these to make casings… "

"One Striped Wildebeest's ligament, Jecks needs to involve this as a bowstring… "

…….

"What is this?" expressed Charlando as he lifted up a grayish-white, meter-long bone.

Lorist put down the simmered goose and said, "It's an unbelievable Razorbeak Owldragon's humerus that is utilized by the native Remandotu individuals on the island as fights. It's both light and intense. I accept Sir Maleiff requested this."

As indicated by legend, the Razorbeak Owldragon came around millennia prior from tests directed by antiquated magi by cross-reproducing nightowls and draconians, which brought about the production of an enormous flying monster that was savage and proficient and battle. Just, it has proactively been terminated for quite a while. The main complete skeletal example was just observed 100 years prior at the Relic Islands by an undertaking group sent by the Magi State. It was named as such because of its apparently enormous body and dangerously sharp mouth.

Sir Malieff was one of the more high-positioning regulars of the Red Grace Inn. Supposed to be a respectable from some distant republic, he approached Morante City and carried on with an existence of disengagement in a house close to the motel, refering to his contempt of battle as the fundamental for his leaving his country. He is a man who likes to gather peculiar and unconventional things.

"Goodness." That's simply one more one of Sir Maleiff's unconventionalities. Putting the bone down on the floor, Charlando took out a calfskin pocket that contained a few test tube-like glass compartments which contained fluids of various varieties. "Shouldn't something be said about this?"

"Seven kinds of supernatural monster blood, as solicitation by Professor Simpkin of White Rose Academy. He said he got an antiquated book that point by point a formula for a mixture that necessary the blood of these supernatural monsters. He needed to check whether he could orchestrate the mixture referenced in the book," made sense of Lorist.

Just now did Charlando notice the little names at the lower part of the compartments, with names of different supernatural monsters, including, Dark-gold Pythons, Greenback Direwolf, Dark-scaled Rhinoceros, and so forth.

"That old person Simpkin sure has large chunk of change to toss around. Reproducing a mixture? That is over the top! Mana doesn't exist any longer, and the magi are not faring any better. How might you make mixtures without mana?" considered old Tom as he shook his head unremittingly.

"Then, at that point, shouldn't something be said about this thing?" Charlando waved around an enormous, fixed bamboo compartment that was very nearly a meter long. Hints of streaming fluid could be heard as he shook it around.

"Erm… … " murmured Lorist, humiliated. He faltered a second prior answering "That is some Terrence-jackass Whip I got for Els… … "

The Terrence-jackass Whip was a local result of the Relic Islands which was well known for being a powerful sexual energizer. It was exceptionally well known among the aristocrats, particularly the men whose sexual intensity shriveled early.

"Pffft!" Upon finding out about Els' solicitation, Louise snickered her folks out relentless.

Charlando looked inauspicious. "What's going on with him… This little half-pint utilizing aphrodisiacs at his ready youthful age… Skirt-pursuing the entire day without really doing anything valuable… I have to show him something new! Pass on that with me and advise Els to see me when he gets some information about it.

Els, or Brennan Evanport, was one of the organization heads three regions away. He was a Two Star Silver Swordsman as well as Charlando's solitary relative; his nephew.

The table was jumbled with utensils and plates. Completing what's left of his lager and burping in fulfillment, Lorist called for McDuffin to clear the stuff up. "Enormous sister Louise, go check whether elderly person Luke from the back road is occupied. On the off chance that he isn't, I might want to get a hair style and a facial hair growth trim. Gracious, and, get me a room higher up and set up the shower for me. Furthermore, kindly get the garments in the rattan box washed and go get me a few new ones at Auntie Misha's also. Put that bill on my tab."

Old Luke pressed his instruments and came over with little postponement. At this hour, there was generally practically zero clients for the hairstyling parlor behind the hotel. Putting a dark material fabric around Lorist, and putting a sparkling silver reflecting plate on the table that was simply tidied up by Louise, Luke took up his scissor and walrus tusk brush and inquired, "Could you like your standard cut?"

On the Grindia Continent, aristocrats from specific nations were supposed to wear a specific haircut to separate themselves from the everyday citizens. There was no standard for ordinary citizens however and they picked anything that haircut they preferred, however some of the time hairdos like pig tails acquired prevalence and many individuals followed after accordingly. Beside the marginally substandard hairdresser instruments, all the other things relating to haircuts were essentially something very similar with that of Lorist's past life.

Lorist has generally favored a group cut for two reasons: In his past life he filled in as a warrior for a considerable length of time and it has become something like a propensity to him. It was additionally a lot more straightforward when it came to styling his hair.

"That is correct, I'd like the standard thing," answered Lorist as he fixed himself in his seat.

Old Luke made a sound as if to speak and said, "Really, Locke, your hair is exceptionally lavish and dark. I bet you would have the option to effortlessly fascinate incalculable youthful ladies on the off chance that you kept a pig tail."

"Get out, that sort of haircut requires such a lot of work to keep up with. It's a real problem. By the manner in which Luke, how about you enlighten me concerning the things that occurred here during the beyond a half year?"

Old Luke wanted to blabber when he gave hair styles. He was very knowledgeable with the bits of hearsay and stories being passed around in the neighborhood grapevine.

Luke made an insightful articulation as he kept keeping an eye on Lorist's hair. "All things considered, it's been essentially the standard thing. Two months prior, Lind, the person who runs the side of the road natural product slow down, had his slow down show over to a frightened pony. Notwithstanding that, the proprietor repaid him with four gold Fordes and he even benefitted from that occurrence. Simply last month, Watt the butcher's significant other crossed paths with a soldier of fortune. The entertaining thing is: the soldier of fortune really got sliced in the shoulder by Watt, an individual who hasn't stirred his Battle Force! What a joke!

"Inactive tattle to the side, 90 days prior it was declared on the papers that the conflict in its north at long last finished, the vast majority on account of the different worker's organizations working really hard for a considerable length of time relentless. A ceasefire was marked and the northern market appeared to be a gold mine to quite a large number. For two entire months the papers were loaded up with enlistment sees for soldiers of fortune and northern business speculation commercials. However, there were additionally different reports of individuals getting gone after by scoundrels."

"Gracious, the Krissen Empire at long last quit going after?" Lorist truly didn't expect such a major verifiable occasion happened in the a half year he went on the undertaking. Concerning the ceasefire, no one truly treated it genuinely as the Krissen Empire had been adversaries with the Forde Trade Union for over a century, during which somewhere around three significant contentions ejected between the two powers. How could the Trade Union try to settle anything, considering that the domain had proactively started to destroy itself since the beginning of the battle for control between the three sovereigns for the privileged position of the late Krissen Emperor six years prior? It was at that point a gift that the association didn't exploit what is happening.

"What does the arrangement involve, precisely?" Lorist was exceptionally inquisitive about the particular arrangements between the two powers. The northern domain's sovereigns and dukes has been at chances with one another for right around six years currently, evacuating the once steady underpinnings of the realm and devastating the economy, causing a lot of destitution and starvation. Indeed, even the aristocrats needed to depend on advances to keep up with day to day existence. All things considered, it was substantially more trustworthy for the worker's organization to have been associated with placing the domain into this situation.

"Well, I truly didn't give a lot of consideration to the subtleties of the arrangement. I'm simply a hair stylist, you know. I've never truly been into these confounding political things… " said old Luke with a blush.

"I am familiar with it!" radiated old Tom with a brilliant grin. As a resigned mailman, he has generally preferred to focus on the political inclinations on the landmass. "There were three fundamental statements. In the first place, the domain is to be apportioned into three realms and seven thousand duchies. At the end of the day, the Krissen Empire has stopped to exist and there will at this point not be any northern intrusions. Furthermore, the dependability and security of the shipping lanes are to be kept up with and assessments will continue as before for all countries, whether or not they are realms or duchies. Furthermore, the auxiliaries of the worker's organization will be permitted to direct business uninhibitedly in any region. The third provision expresses that the worker's organization is to give advances to the seven countries with various financing costs going from 13 to 70 percent relying upon the country."

"Sibling Locke, would you confirm or deny that you are a northerner yourself? I recollect you riding in a carriage with some sort of emblem, typically the sort utilized by aristocrats. Considering that the conflict is done progressing, don't you want to return to your old neighborhood for a little while?" expressed McDuffin as he thought back when he initially met Lorist before the foundation entrance a decade prior.

"Locke, are you actually a resident of the Krissen Em