I looked at the numerous wooden furniture strewn across the even more mangled floorboards.
In all honesty, the coins I got for the beds and dining sections were astronomically above what I paid for them. Giving me a much needed boost in income to either employ extra help or refurnish my areas.
“Anna, can you help me clear this mess away?” Trying to move one of the beds, and failing at it instantly.
Maybe the Storefront mode will let me move the furniture like it had before?
Nope
“Greg, while it is my position to assist you in any capacity as number two, I believe there are other employees more suited to the task at hand.” Anna announced, still standing in the middle of the room, but now noting something on a clipboard.
Where the hell did she get that from?
“First of all, where’d you get the clipboard from?”
“I surveyed most of the house, to acquaint myself properly.” Her black fingernails sifting through the paper and subsequently folding them back to the area in question.
It was a hand drawn map of my house. In a much more stylistic manner than my blueprints.
Almost like one of those video-game maps…
“We’ve got a lot of ground to cover, in the form of managing access to adventurers.” Now pointing at the kitchen section of the map.
“This is your choke-point. Everyone has to come through here in order to access the rest of the house.”
I raised one of my eyebrows.
“That’s all well and good, but we’re kind of in the middle of cleaning up, you know.”
“Apologies Greg, simply doing my job in order of priority.” Pressing the clipboard to her chest and other hand resting on her hip.
“As for the ‘cleaning up’… let Victoria and Peek handle it, while you and me focus on the business aspect of this Safezone.”
“Peek can’t clean up this mess.”
Partially true, since I could just order him to eat everything up and turn it into literal gold.
Hmmm, maybe.
Just as I opened my mouth, the door flew open again, with no jiggle of the door handle this time.
Holy shit, did they just break my door-latch?!
The door part smacked into the back of the wall, giving the existing dent that final push—and leaving a hole in its place.
[Sir Charge Activated]
[Calculation Process Started]
A duo of men came tumbling through the door; wooden blanks flying through the air—trebuchet style.
Hold up a second…
“What are you 2 doing back here???”
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It was the feather-dusting thug and the guy I sent off to gather supplies, but why had they returned?
“Close that shit man!” The wood gathering thug ordered cobweb-guy. Who in turn leaped toward the door, throwing his entire body into it to close it. As I heard the distinct thumps of metal tips imbed the other side.
“There—happy?!” The man retorted through laboured breaths, sliding down to his ass.
“You’re the one that wanted to come back here instead of re-supplying!”
“Ye ye, do me a favour and shut your mouth!” Wood-guy angrily ordered before turning his attention to me. “Help these days, aye?!”
He got up, wiped the sweat and dirt off his forehead with the back of his even dirtier sleeve, and stretched his hand out.
“I’m a man of my word, even if my morals are more…” He clicked his tongue with a smile.
“Financially flexible.”
I shook his hand, mostly out of reflex of manners than actually wanting to.
Anna did not.
The man gave an upbeat whistle looking at her.
“My my, seems you managed to snag yourself another beauty. What would your name be?”
She looked at me with glowing eyes, then stretched her hand out.
The former troublemaker eagerly grabbed her palm and was immediately brought to his knees, to the sound of clicking joints.
“Ahh fffffuck, let go you…”
“My name is of no concern to you, but the damage to this Safezone—is!” Her hand releasing him with a flourish.
At this moment, I braced myself to what would have to be the equivalent of a dirty bar-fight, but…
The man got to his feet, rubbing at his wrist, while giving Anna a dirty stare.
“Man, I do like strong women. Just not the kind that breaks your literal wrists.”
To my surprise, he gave his companion a whistle and they gathered the long wooden boards into a pile before us.
“For your floor.” His eyes wandering around the room with a dry chuckle.
“And by the looks… lucky we brought more aye? Seems like your ‘Safezone’ ain’t that safe after all.”
Yeah, the system left that part out when you lot, broke my literal legs last time around!
“For now, but we’re sprucing things up…” My eyes reevaluating the damage.
[Current Sir Charge Cost]
[Drywall Damage: 5 gold coins]
Holy shit! The prices for damages are so high now.
I quickly turned around, pretending to do some quick math, but bringing up my skill-sheet.
The Used Car Salesman skill was originally for goods and services. But now, it seemed—stacking with other skills.
It must’ve gotten more powerful when I levelled up to 10.
“Apologies, just some mental math. So…” Now turning to address the sweating, but unfazed duo. “You don’t happen to have money on you—do you?!”
My smile widened as I saw puzzled looks.
[An Understanding Active]
Wood-guy tried responding first, but kind of drifted with his attention.
“Since I’m already here, I might as-well fix the floor while I’m at it.”
Ok. I do like the skill, but this is clearly some form of mind-control!
And that's just–ew!
Focusing that thought on myself and not aiming it at the system.
Nothing.
The system didn’t respond, so I tried once more.
I wish that there was a way, this skill was less “slave-style” than my other skills.
[I can assist Greg]
[Would you like to alter “An Understanding?”]
So it really only chimes in, when my intention is set to it.
Yea please.
[It will cost 100 gold coins in order to add, change or delete sections]
[Note: The core function cannot be altered]
[Confirm purchase and offer your change]
Here we fucking go! Time to god-mode this bitch!
I looked at Anna, who was now watching wood-guy head toward the planks, while cobweb-thug was hungrily gazing toward the palisade-style bedroom.
Confirm. Change it to…
