Yvonne, the blonde woman from Golden Wick, made an exaggerated expression as she repeated her question.
"You want 17 blessings now?
"All for one person? Like no cap?"
Unconsciously, her once graceful deanor began to crack as her words regressed to those of a teenager.
No cap ant sothing similar to "for real?", supposedly the cap here was the filling people used to put in their teeth. The older generation had a lot of cavities due to bad hygiene, so to compensate they started filling the holes with stuff like gold.
So no cap ant the tooth was unaltered, or in other words, its authentic self. I wonder if an older guy like Phillip could understand such slang? It was funny when kids' slang confused the previous generation.
"I beg your pardon? What cap are we referring to?"
'There it is, hahaha,' I laughed inwardly.
Yvonne gave an awkward cough in panic and straightened up.
" My apologies, I just wanted to ask if I heard you correctly."
Phillip made a brooding face and said nothing. It seed that despite Yvonne's street smarts, she still had childish tendencies. Asking for confirmation was fine, but too much of it and you would be insulting your custors.
Probably knowing she had ssed up, the Golden Wick representative took out her phone and asked to step outside.
"I'll have everything ready in ten minutes. Golden Wick has a special room for conducting blessings. Shall we go there now?" She asked specifically.
I would prefer to get all this crap out of the way so I could get back to fighting, but Phillip was the one in charge right now. When I turned to Phillip, Yvonne's eyes followed.
Phillip nodded as he answered. "That is fine. Esteed Limitless, I will negotiate so other matters with Overlord and Red Moon, after your first Siren, please contact ."
" All right," I replied curtly.
Hearing my answer for a brief second, I saw the representatives' faces distorted with greed. Were they also interested in playing the Annihilation rankings? As rchants, knowing that I would soon be venturing out could be considered insider trading information.
They would probably use that knowledge to make money sohow. Not that it mattered to . For others, I was the one who had many demands.
Only Phillip and I knew that I could care less about all this. My only forte was murdering my enemies.
As our groups were about to separate, a voice called out to us in an arrogant manner.
"HALT!"
I turned around to see a big fat man. He was shaped like a barrel. Although he was big, he didn't need a mobility scooter, so he could still be considered normal. The other representatives with us all clicked their tongues at the sa ti when they saw the man.
"Ugh, the barrel," said the dwarf.
"Just my luck," Cynthia lanted.
"Fuck!" Yvonne exclaid.
Whoever this barrel bastard was, he didn't seem to be well liked. The fat man had brown hair and wore a horizontally striped shirt, further making him look like a barrel.
"I'm from the Priority 1 guild, Hephaestus. You may address as lord Barry, I have co for the contract with Limitless," he said with a voice full of arrogance.
Wasn't this guy late? What a diva attitude. We had just finished our talks and he expected us to drop everything for him?
Phillip bowed slightly as he replied. "My apologies, Mr. Barry, but Limitless has already decided to use the services of these guilds. Should we need Hephaestus' expertise in the future, we will contact you. Have a good evening."
"Watch your language, commoner. I represent Hephaestus! A priority 1 guild. What can these trash guilds do that we can't? Besides, you three. Unless you want to be blacklisted from Production, leave now while I ask nicely."
My ears hurt from the words I just heard. Commoner, really? Did this guy think he was a noble or sothing? It seed that unlike the Death Seekers, who fought with their fists, Production did it with their influence.
Still, this ti I was the employer. I didn't want a shit for brains like this anywhere near . What's more, unlike Yvonne, Cynthia and Addison, this fucker was still a Wraith.
"{Draw} P30L."
I drew my pistol and walked over to Barry.
People like this were simple, they hid behind their groups or their pedigrees simply because they had nothing else. To foster a false sense of superiority, they beco extrely condescending and have inflated egos.
'Fortunately, inflated egos can be treated with a thorough beating.'
When I was human, I often dread of having the courage to stand up to such assholes. John Smith would have been similarly silent now. But Limitless? Yeah, Limitless would not even hesitate.
"Keuhk!"
I slamd my fist into Barry's solar plexus, and due to the flexing of his round midsection, my blow had the effect of knocking the air out of him. The barrel belatedly covered his stomach as he fell to the ground.
"Huff, JUST WHAT ARE YOU..."
I slamd the butt of the P30L into his temple. He fell to the ground, unable to withstand my blow even though he was taller than .
I turned his face to and shoved the business end of the P30L between his teeth.
Barry, who had been dazed by the strike, began to tremble as he realized what was in his mouth. His eyes looked at in fear as sweat poured out of his body like a pig.
"Are you awake now, Lord Barry?"
The man imdiately nodded his head in response to my question.
"Listen you fat bastard. Phillip just respectfully told you that we have no need for you or your guild. I am really tired of dealing with this crap and would like to get back to killing zombies."
I then pulled back the hamr of the P30L and put my finger on the trigger. The resounding click ant my weapon was ready to kill.
"You are in the way. So I respectfully request that you take your contract and shove it up your ass. Bother again and my bullets will find their way down your throat, are we clear?"
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