Marsha was too young, and he wasn't that kind of beast.
Moreover, she had just co down from the operating table as a new mother!
How could he do sothing like this? He should also consider Vivian and Kasha's feelings, right?"
"Well... What should I do then? No one will give a job to earn money, will they?" Marsha looked puzzled and devastated. She had mustered all her courage, only to be rejected.
"Find a job," Charlotte assessed her, "You're a lion, right? Strength-based, I assu?"
"Yes, I can carry a hundred of you," Marsha nodded.
"Can your black lion be put away?" Charlotte looked at the tall black male lion beside her and asked.
"It can shrink," Marsha patted the lion's head.
Imdiately, it shrank and turned into a small black cat, curling up innocently at her feet, devoid of any eerie aura it had previously possessed.
Satisfied, Charlotte nodded and said to Marsha, "Here's the deal. Since you don't have any money, work for for a month to repay the debt. Is that okay?"
Confused, Marsha questioned, "In the dical clinic? But I don't know anything about dicine."
"No, in the alchemy workshop. I happen to need a laborer, and you seem suitable," Charlotte replied.
"A laborer? But I'm a lion! The king of the prairie!" Marsha protested, full of defiance.
"Then repay the debt," Charlotte calmly replied.
Deflated, Marsha weakly agreed, "Fine, let's make a deal. Just one month, and then you let go."
"No problem. To prevent you from escaping early, let's sign this labor contract," Charlotte produced a contract, wrote down the agreent, and handed it to Marsha.
"Do we need a contract for this?!" Marsha sighed helplessly.
Escaping early had indeed been part of her plan, but this contract sealed that option.
After signing the contract, Charlotte's deanor softened. With the removal of the black lion, Marsha no longer exuded the aura of an undead mage, which was the reason she was allowed to work.
However, Marsha felt sowhat discontented. She had grown accustod to the freedom outside, and being confined by a piece of paper here was unbearable.
"Welco to the alchemy workshop. I'm Vivian, also the secretary of the workshop," Vivian greeted Marsha warmly.
"Hello," Marsha nodded slightly and then looked at the animal ears on Vivian's head, asking curiously, "You're not an orc, so why do you have animal ears?"
"Because of so special reasons, I need to conceal my identity," Vivan explained with a smile but didn't elaborate further.
"Hello, I'm Kasha," Kasha approached and greeted Marsha in a friendly manner.
"rmaid? So rmaids exist in this world," Marsha expressed surprise.
"Gurgle~"
Suddenly, Marsha's stomach growled.
"Hungry?" Charlotte asked, looking at her.
"Yes," Marsha nodded. Since she had been restricted in her movents for the past few days, she hadn't eaten anything. Finally, after getting rid of the black lion, the feeling of hunger hit her.
"Kasha, go make a bowl of noodles for her. Also, fry two eggs," Charlotte instructed, adding, "Alright, boss," Kasha nodded and went upstairs.
"Boss, where will Marsha stay tonight? Will she stay at the clinic from now on?" Vivian asked.
Charlotte pondered for a mont and then nodded, "Yes, let her stay with you tonight, and we'll arrange a new room for her tomorrow."
He wasn't quite comfortable with Marsha staying near the workshop; her trustworthiness was still to be determined.
"Marsha, let take you for a bath now. You can have your al after that," Vivian held Marsha's hand and prepared to lead her upstairs.
"ow~"
Just then, Anna, with a majestic stride, walked in from outside the operating room. She glanced at Marsha, then casually walked up to the black male lion. After a quick inspection, she raised her paw and gave it a big slap.
The previously imposing black lion was instantly slapped to the ground, trembling and losing all its forr confidence.
"What... What is this?!" Marsha's voice trembled. In this white cat, she seed to sense a suppression coming from its bloodline.
"What's going on?" Now Charlotte and Vivian were also confused.
Wasn't this just a la-legged little kitty? How could it suddenly appear and overpower these two lions?
"ow!" Anna seed to find it boring. She raised her tail, turned around, and left the operating room, looking like a victorious general.
The black lion dared to get up from the ground only when Anna left, imdiately grabbing onto Marsha's leg and refusing to let go. It was clear that it had been frightened.
"This is Anna, the cat that the boss keeps," Vivian explained, smiling.
"He keeps this cat?" Marsha looked at Charlotte, her gaze becoming more wary. It seed she had underestimated him. This cat he kept, was it just a cat or so ancient divine beast?
Vivian led Marsha upstairs to take a bath. Charlotte left the operating room and gave Anna a dry fish before reflecting on what breed of cat she could be. How could it bring such strong pressure upon the third-level black lion?
"ow~" Anna owed, chewing on the dry fish, looking quite pleased.
Turning around, Charlotte entered the alchemy room and began to make interdiate hemostatic and cleansing potions.
Tonight, they hired a laborer, which also solved the problem of the workshop's understaffing.
However, Marsha would only be staying in the alchemy workshop for a month. Charlotte still needed to find a local employee to reduce staff turnover.
Charlotte finished making the potions and saw a figure swathed in a black cloak crouched in the corner of the stairs. Startled, he was montarily at a loss for words.
"It's ..." Marsha pulled down her hood.
Charlotte couldn't help but be speechless. He thought to himself, "Can't she change into different clothes? Who wears a cloak indoors?"
"Well, I don't have other clothes to change into," shrugged Marsha.
For a mont, Charlotte couldn't find the right words to respond. She seed pitiable in a way, but also not.
"Okay, fine. Tomorrow, I'll buy you a new set of clothes," Charlotte finally said.
"Oh," Marsha replied, without showing any hint of excitent.
"Is there anything else?"
Charlotte asked when he saw that she had no intention of going upstairs.
"I can't sleep. I want to go out for a walk," Marsha looked at him and asked, "Is that against the rules?"
Charlotte shook his head, "It's not against the rules, but it's late at night, and Abyss is not a kind place. Besides, guards have been patrolling recently. If you wander around dressed like that, you might not make it back."
"I've been wandering in the wilderness for a year. Is Abyss more dangerous than that?" Marsha countered.
"Mmm?" Charlotte's interest was suddenly piqued.
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