A single point I never expected since I did not sell that crystal. But It was there. I imdiately thought about using it, and the option showed up. Option to chose a class or profession. Option to beco sothing.
I looked briefly at the options. Fighter, rogue, guardian, a bunch of elentalists. Fire, earth, water, air. Hospitaler, barrier maker, linguist, diffrent types of scientists. Craftsman classes, summoners, beast tars, and many, many more. I could beco a monk, so type of adventurer, or straight go on a path of a berserker. There were many and no description to any of them, but I just knew what they are.
I kept looking, and looking, and looking. Until sobody bumped my shoulder.
- Hey, Peter.
- You? What do you want?
It was Blitzkrieg.
- Oh, just remaining you of my re existence - he smiled. - I actually didn't want to interrupt your shopping, but since you are taking so much ti, I kinda had to.
He was telling the truth. There was a line behind . The faces of those people were showing shadows of anger, and frustration.
- Sorry. Here... go on, I'll shop later.
I just decided to step aside. But before I quickly healed myself. Only 1,5k down. With the class, I just needed more ti to chose the right one.
- Are you free now, Peter? How about a beer? We could talk.
- I didn't decide yet.
- I think you did. You have no intention of joining us. You see, I did a bit of research about you, and decided to change my proposition. So? A beer and interesting proposition, how does that sound?
- If you did the research, then why are you insisting, on recruiting ? You should know I'm not interested in Blood Brothers.
- I believe I can change your mind with my proposition, but beer first. Let's go.
He was so cheerful like he already knew the outco of this conversation. Or maybe it was a trap? I grabbed the handle of my cart.
- Oh, you can live it here. Sobody will bring it to the bar.
Was he trying to disarm ? I imdiately looked at the weapon laying on the cart.
- Relax. It's not a trap. You don't need that.
He obviously noticed where I was looking.
- Fine.
We went together. He was leading straight to the bar.
- So, what's your proposition?
- Not now. Beer first.
- I don't care about beer.
- too, but I would much rather avoid possible uninvited listeners to our conversation, and these streets are full of those. So beer first.
- Fuck you, Blitz.
- Ha ha.
He was enjoying this. I could tell. I felt like trapped in a giant spiderweb, waiting for death by the unknown. He was silent, clearly waiting to reach the bar first. So I also stopped talking, and instead focused on my surroundings. The closer we were, the more mbers of Blood Brothers appeared. I could feel the anxiety building up.
- And here we are - said Blitzkrieg while stopping for a mont in front of his establishnt.
He was clearly proud of it.
- Let's go inside - he continued.
I just followed. The view was almost the sa as before. Tables with n surrounded by half-naked won. Cards, dices, alcohol, and food. There was also music. The music that last ti grabbed by the hearth, and did so again. A srizing voice I couldn't ignore.
- You should hang here a bit more Peter. Co.
He led to his private corner. Everything was already waiting for us. Nice dinner, beer, and a bunch of laughing girls. This ti in clothes. Nice dresses to better show off their curves. He imdiately sat down, with a gesture of a hand making space for both of us.
- Let's eat first. You are probably very hungry after your hunt. Co on Peter. Don't be shy.
I sat down but didn't touch anything. The food looked amazing. Roasted chicken with rice, and so salads. Two empty plates waiting to be used. It was not easy to ignore with an almost empty stomach.
- It's not poisoned - he said while smailing. - Look.
And he just cut off a large piece of the chicken and stuffed his mouth. Then he took a full fork of potatoes, and everything else there was. One by one.
- See? I have plans for you, Peter. Now, eat - he continued with a full mouth of food.
For a mont he looked disgusting to . Chewing and talking. It was probably because I just hated that guy. I hated all of them.
- Just tell what do you want - I said while putting so food on my plate.
- So I found out that you are very interested in a girl nad Aisha.
I just froze.
- Relax Peter. Just eat, and let talk.
I slowly started to move again. I cut off a piece of the chicken and put it in my mouth.
- So that girl, Aisha. He was originally a forbidden fruit for our great leader Mark.
Every girl around us laughed.
- But he was only interested in her because he couldn't have her. - He continued. - So after a couple of days, after finally getting this forbidden fruit, he grew bored of her, and the whole idea about brothel was made, so she ended there. I even heard so people tried to free her. Sobody died, didn't he? Anyway... Mark doesn't really give a shit about her anymore, but he is not just gonna give her back. He is a little possessive motherfucker. Hehe.
Loughs again.
- What I'm trying to say is, that you have very little chances of getting her back. On the other hand, it will be very easy for to arrange. So, do I have your attention, Peter?
I swallowed what I had in my mouth.
- Yes. You do.
- Great. Now if we could have so privacy, girls?
Their faces changed imdiately. Smiles disappeared, and seriousness ca instead. They stood up and left. With them also anybody that was sitting close by. Half of the bar just left.
- Now Peter. Let us have a little serious conversation.
My grip on the fork tightened.
- Sure.
- As I said before, I did a bit of research on you. I believe you can be very valuable to .
- Just tell what the fuck do you want.
- Don't worry, I'll get to that. But before let tell you a little story. There is a man. He has a friend. It's a girl, so maybe there is sothing more going on with them. That girl is kinda pretty, so a lot of n notice her. So very strong, and an assholes. There is this one guy who really, I an really, finds her attractive. Unfortunately, she doesn't find him attractive and rejects every single advance. But he is a possessive motherfucker. To the point he starts to threaten her, he is gonna kill her friends. You know, one by one.
I wanted to tell him to just cut the crap and tell what he wants, but I didn't. Blitzkrieg obviously wasn't dumb and he probably had a purpose in telling this 'story' of his. I had no idea what that might be, but I was gonna let him have it. Even if he wanted to humiliate , or make fun of to show my place.
- That's too much to take for her, so she just gives up. Then after few weeks of fucking her in a nice bed, humiliating her in front of his friends, et cetera. He finally grows bored of her. So he puts her into a brothel, so everybody can fuck her for money. Then her friends try to rescue her, but they fail. She sees how miserable the attempt was, and begs for rcy, but the guy doesn't listen. He kills one of them to tell the ssage. To show who the boss is. Now back to the man from the beginning. Her friend. He is a sneaky little bastard who lets the anger grow in him. He is careful and prepares very diligently. He is smart and knows that one person won't be able to succeed, so he finds allies. He sohow gets close to the leader of a very powerful group. He makes him challenge the possessive motherfucker. Unfortunately for him, he has no idea, that it's just an excuse for a third man. A man from the sa group as the leader, who is very close to him, and is plotting to overthrow him. It's a chance he can not just ignore. So he cos to the possessive motherfucker, and tells him about the duel, and proposes he is gonna poison the leader, so he will lose. This way they both win, and our little hero loses.
I could feel my heart beating faster and faster.
- How do you know it?
- Oh ca one Peter. I was there when that guy, Blue, ca to challenge Mark. He proposed to poison Zhang Yong and even told us he is gonna prevent the backlash afterward. I even know that you knew about the whole poisoning.
My heart was going so fast, it was painful. I barely could hear him with all the rumble made by blood in my ears.
- How?
- Your friend, Hatta. He is making allies in Wuxia. He wants to get rid of Blue. I also wanted that, so I told my people inside Wuxia, to join him. He eventually spilled the beans, and here we are. About to determine the history of this place.
- What are you planing Blitz?
- I believe there are three kinds of people in the world. Those who follow the greed. Those who follow the dream, and finally idiots who can't decide. Mark is the first one. I'm also the first one, alongside Blue. Zhang Yong was the second type, with your friend, Hatta. And you are the third, Peter. That's why you decided to help Hatta. Because Zhang Yong got into your head.
- You still didn't tell what you want.
He smiled.
- Mark is not the brightest guy, but he is dedicated and very, very greedy. People won't die for him. On the other hand, Blue is quite smart. Also probably even greedier than Mark. He is eventually gonna turn on us. The difference is, people will die for him. That's the legacy Zhang Yong left him. So we have to get rid of that guy before he is too strong. I plan on using Hatta to break Wuxia apart. He will gather people loyal to Zhang Yong before Blue can brainwash them, and then we will join forces and attack.
- You want a fucking war?
- This, or Blue will slaughter us. Do you wanna die, Peter? Couse, you are also on his chopping block. Even when Zhang Yong was alive he had so of his lieutenants supporting him. The rest was either converted, or switched. Now he is building up his personal strength. All the crystals gathered by Wuxia are pumped straight into him. He wants to beco an absolute ruler of this place. Not a king, a god. And we don't need gods here.
- You don't need for this war. Why are you going to such lengths to recruit ? What the fuck are you really planing?
- I used to prepare for war. Then you appeared, like a fucking gold laying duck. You are close to Blue and can go straight to him. And you are strong enough to at least have a chance of killing him. He is not dumb, and won't just et you alone, so we will have to work a bit for it. Even though I believe it can be arranged. So, Peter, what do you say?
- I... Fuck.
There was no ti to think. If he really wasn't lying, then I just had to agree. Could he be lying? There was no way of him knowing I was suspecting Zhang Yong was poisoned by Blue.
- Fine, but I want Aisha free. Today.
- It can't be done today. You see, Mark has no idea what I'm planing. So I need so ti to free your girlfriend. Give a day, or two.
- Then I want to at least see her. Now.
- Fine. Co.
He got up and started walking outside. I quickly followed. We went not too far away from the bar, to a similar-looking place. Two-floor high building with a wooden double door, and shutters with heart-shaped holes in them. Always closed. Inside was nice, very clean, and almost empty besides a guy sitting next to the entrance, and another one, behind the counter. Then there was a bigger room with many doors. It was a bit lower, so there were short but wide stairs, about three steps long, leading there. On the left side of the room, there were other stairs leading up to the zzanine, with more doors leading to more rooms. I could hear knocking, and moans from behind those doors.
When we entered both guys just stood up.
- Mister Blitz... How can we help you?
- This is my friend, Peter. He wants to see one of the girls. I believe her na was Aisha, right?
I just gave him a nod.
- She is free right now. Room twenty-three, upstairs - answered the guy from behind the counter.
- Go Peter. I'll wait here.
I looked him in the eyes, and he smiled. I couldn't read him, and also couldn't resist, and just bolted up the stairs. Knocked on the wooden door, with a number painted in black on it.
- Co in.
It was her voice. I could recognize it anywhere. I entered without hesitation.
- Peter? I... I wasn't expecting you...
She was standing there wearing just black lingerie, and a large, blue shawl. Baiting on her lower lip in consternation. Then she suddenly beca aware of her clothes and covered herself with the shawl. I couldn't say a word.
- Did... Did you pay for ?
- No.
- Then, why are you here? Just don't tell you did sothing stupid. Please, Peter.
- I'm sorry. I did sothing stupid.
She just beca pale. Like the whole blood drifted away from her face.
- W-what... What did you do?
- I made a deal. You will be free soon.
- What deal? What are you talking about?
- It doesn't matter. The only important thing is, you will be free.
- Look, Peter. You don't owe anything. I chose this path, so just please don't do anything... Those guys. They are bad, very bad people. They killed Ian - she started to sob. - I... I couldn't d-do a-any t-th-thing.
- Calm down Aisha. Please. I know Ian is dead, but it's not your fault. Just... Just wait for a couple of days. You will be free then.
She took a mont to calm down, and wipe the tears.
- Please Peter. I don't want any more deaths. You really don't owe anything. I don't bla anybody. It was my decision.
- But I do. I bla myself. The decision was already made. You will be free soon. If I'm not around go and find Will. He will take care of you. I might be busy, but we will see each other soon.
She just gave a nod, but I could see tears coming to her eyes again. I couldn't take it. I stood up and rushed to the door.
- See you soon Aisha. Let's have a beer or sothing then.
- O-ok - her voice was shaking.
I left and went downstairs. Blitzkrieg was waiting.
- How did it go? You didn't have any fun with her?
- Shut up. When she is free, I'm in. But before that, no.
I didn't wait for his answer and started to march. He didn't bother with following . That's how I got back to the city center. The cart was waiting for there. Protected by few guys from Wuxia. I imdiately thought they are Blitz n, but was very soon proved wrong. They left seeing approaching. I grabbed the handles and got in line to use the device. There was one, few people long.
Suddenly Hatta appeared.
- Don't leave your cart like that, or you will lose it.
- Did you put those people to keep an eye on it?
- Yes. Sobody saw you leaving it, and reported to , so I asked few guys to keep an eye.
I kept asking myself if it was really Blitz's work, or not.
- Anyway - Hatta continued. - We are going to the goblin cave tomorrow. I hope you had a good score today.
- I did. Can I co with you?
- Why?
- I know what's there, and can help for a normal share of the crystals.
- I was there too, did you forget? We are prepared.
- You wasn't behind the door. There is one tough guy there. There might be so casualties. I fought him and almost got my ass kicked. Look - and I took the crystal out of my pocket - That is what he left.
- You didn't sell it yet? It looks different a bit. It was just this? No loot like from a boss?
- No. It's not a fucking ga. And I will sell it in a mont.
- Tell how much it was. I'll talk with the guys about you. Let's et here in the morning.
- Thanks Hatta.
He just gave a slight pat on the shoulder and left. I waited for a bit and sold the crystals. It was worth only ten goblins. But the true worth was hidden in the killing of the boss. The class point. I wanted more. That was my plan. They wouldn't let get the crystal for sure, but if I killed the boss, then maybe another point... I just couldn't lose this chance.
I didn't pick the class, because if I could only choose one, then I needed to put more thought into it. Instead, I upgraded so statistics. First dexterity, forty tis for 56 100 points. Then strength sixty tis for 141 150 points. This left with 96 977 points. I bought two new pudaos, and leather armor. Another 11 000 points down. The rest I kept, and finally returned back ho after a long day.
Day ended with 85 977 points on my account and a single one class point.
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