I co back to the bakery and find all our employees working hard under Stans scrutiny. After all these months, many have reached a high level in [Baker] or similar classes. So of them have even managed so specializations already.
Ive yet to get the [Baker] class, for so reason. Its one of the things I try to ignore. Even though its cool having cooking skills and whatnot, I dont care about using magic for cooking or moving things around.
So tried to breach the matter to , but they clearly dont know enough. I have two ways of dealing with things: ignoring them and fleeing from them. I have chosen the first for this.
How did the date go? I look at Lucillus in his tight-fitting uniform designed by Stan. If I didnt know better, I would say that Stanimal engaged in so very weird kinks in his free ti. And sotis, Im not even sure that I do know better.
Decima is a nice lady, but I dont think we clicked much. It was a nice lunch, though, I say with a hint of tiredness.
Whats the matter this ti? the man sighs.
We didnt click, man. What do you want to say? She was cute and all, but it just wasnt right. You know when you et soone, and you are spell-struck?
Like with a [Charm]?
I exhale forcefully and notice a glint of glee in the guards eyes. Oh, this little rat. Hes annoying on purpose!
Im going to dock your pay, I tell him.
You dont even know how much I am paid, Lucillus snorts.
Whatever it is, consider it docked, I say while rubbing my eyes. Anyway, Im going to catch so sleep. See you later.
Ive relinquished my room at Agostinas condo. I was never there, and Stan had sign so property acts for the places around here too. Which ones, Im not sure.
While walking towards the stairs, I hear Lucilluss voice.
Stan said that Claudius and so [Architect] are coming over later! He wants you to attend!
Here we go. More work.
Yeah, I wave a hand without turning.
I still have to catch so sleep before I go back to the Cantrips.
Im at the last 69 Cantrips.
Hehe.
I cant help it, I swear.
Jokes aside, the last three sets of Cantrips proved to be much more difficult than I had imagined. I went at a slow pace for a while, and now I have a little more than seventy days left to solve these. The set of 23 right before this one included so truly mind-boggling exercises that had tens, if not hundreds, of moving pieces. I think I fainted multiple tis from Mana exhaustion last week. And I cracked the last one only yesterday.
But alas, the worst had yet to co. Now, the Cantrips have beco the worst thing you could ever think of. No, not French people. The second worst thing you could think of.
Philosophical questions.
See, let explain this to you while talking about a specific category of people.
Its all about energy.
When you get along with soone, you might hear: Bruh, I love your energy.
And thats fine. You could have a massive thug saying that, and it would still sound normal.
Now, theres a second breed of people that I absolutely loathe. When I first thought about Elves, thats the kind of people I was expecting them to be.
These are the ones that have no real connection with you but still say sothing like: Hey, dude, your energy is so positive; I think you have an incredible aura about you. I hope that so of those vibes will rub off on .
First of all, a proclivity for verbosity is almost always bad. Second, I dont like people forcing things. Take Russian literature and its verbosity. They can write hundreds of pages that almost look like fluff, but its all about the reader's subjective experience. Russian writers took the psychological introspection to a whole different level, making it clear that theres no right or wrong way to write a book; you can either write sothing well or not.
Instead, so people believe that a certain set of behaviors, even though inauthentic, can still be considered good in their own right. Such are the people who talk about energy, being positive all the ti, good vibes, and all that stuff every single day. Its not a bad thing per se; in the sa way, its not a good thing per se; there are just good monts and bad monts.
Long story short, these questions Cantrips are trippy. And Im not hippie enough to figure out the answer to the first question in an hour or so. Sadly, though, either I do that, or Im going to get zapped to death.
After a nice nap, I go downstairs to see whats happening in the kitchen. For all I want to complete the Cantrips, I also promised Stan I would keep an eye on the employees. The difference between a world with classes and one without is that I dont take anything for granted inside the bakery.
Plus, Stanimal finally got our cocoa production to the levels we need for our special project.
Yo, Quintus, Tiberius, my star employees, I wink at the two ex-holess n and fellow army veterans. One of them has a wooden leg, Tiberius; the other, Quintus, only has one eye. Its a cool crew; Im not going to lie. Tiberius screams at night, and Quintus had a scoff with so adventurers, but other than that, they are perfectly normal.
Chef, they look up from their tables and speak.
They have a kind of air about them, like people who dont know how to do anything else in life but bake. They stare so hard at their pastries that sotis I feel like one of those parents who want their children to go out and play.
But they are both two tis my age, so
You should go out and play sotis, I tell them with a smile.
They look up with a mix of annoyance and reverence.
Im not really comfortable with that kind of gaze. Stan made a point of having everyone not just respect but actively thank for what I did for them. He says its about gratitude and having the right environnt in the workplace; in Stanimals opinion, employees should have a modicum of respect and reverence for their employer.
I hope they will drop the act in the future. Especially these two. They beca religiously attached to baking and took to it like ducks to a pond filled with breadcrumbs.
So, show what you have been working on, I tell them.
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