Oh great, these were my only robes. How will I get new one's without seeming suspicious. I don't look like a cleric at all, the only thing that would hint to it is my bleached white hair. Should I try magus robes? I could pass as a white mage, then again what white mage looks like they belong in a gladiator arena.

I looked over to the swordsman who decapitated unarmed the elf lady who both mocked him before the fight broke out and challenged him to a duel. Surprisingly we didn't kill anyone, I look over to the brute, surprisingly.

A trembling figure caught my attention, oh, it's the receptionist. Poor girl, she can't stand straight from fear. I slowly walked towards her, with each step the terror in her eyes grew and her trembling became stronger and stronger.

I stood before her and she probably can't see me with all the tears in her eyes.

"Hey, you."

Her entire being jumped up and then froze in place, understandably.

"So, can you give me your name?"

I tried to calm her down as much as possible. Her mouth opened and closed many times but no voice came out. I simply watched as she regained the ability to speak.

"M-my name is-"

"Doesn't matter, just checked if you're alright."

Asking someone of their name is a neat way to know if someone is in shock.I turned around just to see that the rouge was already emptying the pockets of the brutes victims opponents.

I looked around and am surprised at how gentle we were. If you remove the bodies and replace the broken furniture then I could never guess what happened here.

But this is still more damaged than I woul have liked.

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This is definitely gonna draw attention.

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Well this result became obvious after the rouge started strangling elfs whenever no one was looking. But I was looking, I saw the whole thing, how she sneaked up on them from behind, how she silenced them before grabbing them, how she moved them away from the mob so her cover wouldn't be blown. Marvellous.

Maybe, I could copy it. The same movements the same bodie. The healers techniques need great understanding of one's body and mind. But the rouge went by the same art as a snake, restrict, silence, choke.

Wait, snakes, yes, why not just copy snakes? That would be a lot simpler.

My hostess let out a long breath and pulled out her smoking pipe. Then, with a face as if she just remembered something, she whispered to me as gently as a moth.

"You will now be tasting dark ash, it will be thinned out by my blood so you shouldn't get addicted."

Dark ash. By what I learned its a highly additive drug that can enhance the users mana control and some other stuff. Hmmm yes it would be a relief if I had a boost with my mana training. Just the thought of my hostess 'helping' me makes me shiver.

I'm starting to feel something. Is this seriously the same thing brother got addicted to? This edible ain't shiiiiiiioooooouuueerrruuuuooouuiuuithhdvjuyddjudhitesh8reireiifg

> After the Kotzuk produced an extra organ to handle dark ash

Alright, I take back what I said. This is some powerful stuff. No wonder sentient one's get addicted to it so easily. This is thinned out yet I subconsciously made an extra organ because of it. I think what I made would be a miniature liver.

Before I could test out my mana control a crushing aura that matches my mistresses could be felt.

"Guild head is here!"

Exclaimed the ranger who bursted through the front door, he whore his camouflaged coat.

"Shit!"

"Fuck!"

"Finally!"

There were mixed reactions to say the least. Everyone started putting on their gear, except a few and a lot. My mistress put me on her palm and whispered to me in a coallike voice.

"Eat, devour and grow. In the future our paths will cross but right now I can't protect you."

And then she just tossed me away, as if I wasn't worth her time. I landet on a victim of the brutes wild swings and realised that this is my chance to get a bite of meat. I abandons my ring form and made my way to the nearest opening, the neck.

And then I bit. My small mouth left a small bite scarr and for the first time in my whole life I got to chew something. And it felt great, it wasn't meat but I still got to chew.

Then I could feel something approaching and turned back into a ring. It was the panicking receptionist, her eyes darted from place to place until they landed on the not so visible backdoor.

Alright, this your chance Kotzuk! My first trap.