“C’mon dear. This will not stop you from actually doing it right.” The woman said while leaning forward. When she did, Miles saw her cleavage flashed a valley of happiness. “I promise, I will not tell anyone.”
Miles kept his eyes on her face, and a subtle smile never faded on his face. “I am terribly sorry, but I have to decline.”
“You sure you want to decline?” The woman said without a fake tone in her voice this time.
“I do, indeed.” Miles answered and continued, “Before you start to threaten me, let me tell you something so you wouldn’t try to copy them through uncustomed ways.” Miles smiled and looked at the woman.
“Oh, what is that?” The woman looked at Miles defyingly.
“That was it.” Miles sighed and leaned back. “I don’t like threatening people, I guess I blew it in my face. Haha. Just make sure you can use the formulas even if you manage to acquire them.”
Miles wasn’t a pushover, although he didn’t like to lean on people. He wouldn’t threaten the woman by mentioning the name of Cross, but it didn’t mean he didn’t have ways to deal with a little thief if she ever dared to try it.
After he was done with it, Miles called other customers one by one and took details of the crafts they wanted. Most of them wanted cheaper crafts like swords and other smaller weapons plated with abilities similar to armors, sadly Miles at the moment couldn’t implement those techniques to the smaller crafts, as they were too small and couldn’t bear the energy.
What Miles was offering, stronger, lighter, and more durable alloys for weapons, while all the things mentioned and special abilities for the armors. Of course, armors were much more expensive.
Out of 50 serious buyers he and Coin sorted through, the first woman was declined, and 10 of them found the price too expensive. The rest of the 39 ordered at least an item, and Miles schedules them according to convenience. He didn’t have metals for some of them and had to resupply his stocks, but all in all, his business was moving forward at record speed.
He now had 15 armors and 29 different types of weapons to craft, and selling all would net him thousands of merit points. With it, he would finally be able to open his own shop.
Although a shop wasn’t necessary, Miles didn’t like to work in a rented area. He liked to have his own place to work freely. It would also showcase his brand better.
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As Miles was pondering, the door rang. He walked over and saw Val at the door. It was already dusk when the competition ended, and it was getting dark when Milosh gave away the rewards. Stopping by the Quest Center, and talking with customers took Miles most time. Only now did he realize it was evening.
A full moon was pinned in the sky, shining with its full glory. It was outlining Val’s beautiful body and emphasized her smile.
“My man Miles won the competition. He is number one, everybody knows him!” Val made a terrible impression, as she tried to rap. Miles couldn’t help but laugh when he saw his old friend was acting just like before.
Val punched Miles on the chest lightly when she saw Miles was out of breath and walked in. Miles closed the door and jumped on the couch.
“What brought you here?” He asked.
“I told my friends that I would bang the champion, and they bet with me that I can’t. So, I need you to moan loudly, and also will crash at your place tonight.” Val said while searching the fridge.
Miles wasn’t flustered, as he was used to Val’s way of speaking. “Oh, define the bet,” Miles asked with a smile.
“Hell no, mate. I am not sharing my money with you.” Val stretched out her head from the fridge and cried like a miser
“Oh, then I guess I will take a walk and see how the academy is in this nice evening,” Miles said and rose to his feet.
“Fine, fine!” Val said with visible pain on her face, as she explained. “I was talking with a couple of friends and luring them to my trap as I told them I could totally bed you. But things got out of my control as a few people started to bet. One second I was acting for them to bet more, the next second I laid down all my fortune on the table.”
“How much is the fortune, Val?” Miles asked.
“Um, around 5k Merits,” Val said with visible signs of lie all over her face.
“Oh, at least 10k, huh.” Miles laughed and went to reach out his hand. “We have a deal.”
“Damn it! Damn it! I still can’t lie in front of you, huh.” Val kicked the ground in frustration.
“Haha, you can’t lie in front of anyone, you dummy.” Miles laughed and kept looking at the list floating in the air. They were the orders and the list of metals he required.
“Oh, what are these?” Val sat beside him and asked.
“I got orders from 39 customers, but lacking some metals from Portal World, so I am sorting them out,” Miles explained in summary. Suddenly, he felt Val’s eyes were shining. He turned to look and saw she was smiling brightly.
“How about a deal?” She said.
“What sort of a deal?” Miles asked with a squint.
“Did you forget I am the best cartographer in this place?” Val asked and continued. “I was drawing maps for the academy for the last few years but I didn’t give them every treasure I found.”
“Oh? What do you mean?” Miles asked.
“I found a cave with massive, I mean freaking massive reserves, but there are hundreds of monsters protecting it. I was waiting for an opportunity to arise, but since it is you I will let you have it.” Val said with a heroic sigh.
“Cut the bullshit, you want me to give up on my share of the bets,” Miles asked with a smile.
“Yes, please. I need that merit Mil!” Val pleaded.
“Alright, deal. But I have to see the cave first.” Miles said.
“Yey!”