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- Oh, believe me, they will agree. But not because they are cruel, but because such an outcome is unpredictable; it could happen right now, during our conversation, and we can't influence it in any way. And when the undead and demons flood the streets of this city, I will finally have something to do besides searching for that ridiculous bear! - Aiyano cracked her knuckles, her eyes blazing. - I like your way of thinking, EdgeLord-san. You might think you're exaggerating, but believe my experience - that's usually how it happens. "Unfortunately," my "chest and buttocks" belong to the Kami, and there's nothing I can do about it, even if I wanted to. Let me appeal to your business side and make a counter-offer, because I see that you understand business. In the next few days, "Zarya" will publish a major article-guide to the city's hotspots, which will be read by tens - or hundreds of thousands of people - both locals and visitors, and most likely even people outside of Margel. I'm writing it, and it's essentially ready for printing. I was going to mention your enterprise in it, but as a sign of our acquaintance, I'm willing to dedicate the longest paragraph in the entire article to it, which will describe all your possible positive qualities in the most favorable light. You can even suggest what exactly should be highlighted in it. Believe me, with your prices and such advertising, you'll earn those hundred thousand in three days, and millions after that. You'll buy all sorts of super-duper swords and tomes for experience, and you'll never lack suitors again. I saw your ad in the workers' guild; it's been there for a while - but that's because those who are naturally gifted don't know about it, so they don't apply," she nods in agreement. - Think carefully; you won't get another unique opportunity like this in Margel.
Lord Ravenage demonstratively sits in the thinker's pose, in which he spends several minutes in complete silence and absolute concentration, which could make danmaku players envious.
- I've thought about it. - Rising to his feet and straightening up, the man began to walk around Aiyano and examine her. He did it at a relatively slow pace. - This is a very tempting offer; I see no point in arguing with that. No, if you think about it, it really becomes obvious that the combination of my hands with your buttocks and chest is not worth even a rem. There is no value in it. It's just a flash, which will not leave a trace after a few moments. You can't build a house or feed someone with it, let alone buy a personal ship. But... unfortunately for both of us, I don't function in purely mercenary interests. Using money only to become even richer is something only a fool would do. Or a soulless machine. Or a heartless undead. And I am a Romantic. Yes, with a capital R. - The Lord stopped and turned 360 degrees. - There must be something in our deal that doesn't seem like a crude bargain to me. I am ready for a bomb to explode or a demon invasion. But I am not ready to go against my beliefs. In this, you and I are alike. And that means we have an irreconcilable conflict of interests. Checkmate.
- Yes, Lord Ravenage.
- Bring us some wine. Oriental.
- As you wish. After a few minutes, the maid brings a tokkuri with sake and a couple of cups for it. She puts them on the table, and two chairs next to it. The Lord sits down at one of them.
- Looking at you, I suddenly wanted this drink. - The maid fills the vessels with alcohol, and the owner of XXX empties one of them. - See? It's not poisoned. So sit down and drink.