622: Chapter 475 Hiring a Female Escort_3 622: Chapter 475 Hiring a Female Escort_3 Upon seeing Gaven, the tall and burly Delara imdiately greeted him with overflowing enthusiasm, “Mr.
Gaven, you truly are a rare cocktail genius.
It’s unimaginable that you could create such a unique Heart-Viewing Cocktail after studying mixology for just a few days, even helping recover my lost mories.
I owe you a favor.
If you need anything in the future, just let know.”
Recovering lost mories?
The Heart-Viewing Cocktail has that kind of unique effect?
Even Gaven himself was a bit perplexed, yet his expression revealed nothing.
“There’s no need to thank .
What I planted in you was rely a seed of emotion.
What flower it blooms into, what fruit it bears, that’s all up to you.
I suspect that recovering your lost mories was entirely due to you breaking through your ntal block and being able to withstand the pain that was previously unbearable, not my doing.”
Such things are inherently ambiguous; any explanation could be the right one.
“Regardless, I owe it to your Heart-Viewing Cocktail, sir,” Delara insisted stubbornly, attributing the success to the unique cocktail, “I’ll call Mother Gao Ser out for you right away.”
“I’m not here to see Miss Goser,” Gaven said with a smile, “I ca to hire a companion lady, the kind you need for traveling on horseback.”
“You’re here to hire a companion lady?” Delara repeated Gaven’s words but her voice was a bit high, carrying through much of the Joy Hall in an instant.
Her words buzzed through the crowd like disturbing a hornet’s nest.
The companion ladies, who were previously sowhat languid and idle, suddenly perked up.
With a buzz, they all gathered around, many of whom, just like the first ti they saw Mother Gao Ser, leaped down directly from the second and third floors.
Although they lacked Mother Gao Ser’s light and graceful movents, they still displayed impressive skills—far from the delicate and frail ordinary folks.
Many were Bards or Thieves with several Professional Levels.
So, from the beginning, Gaven never took them for ordinary companion ladies.
In fact, the situation at the Deer Horn Pot Tavern was much the sa; those six waitresses all possessed several levels of professional Thieves, and their knife-throwing skills were extraordinary.
“Mr.
Gaven, hire , hire .
My singing and dancing are top-notch in the Joy Hall.”
“Since it’s an outdoor mission, it’ll undoubtedly involve riding, and my horsemanship is exceptional.
Wherever you want to go, sir, I can follow,” one boasted.
“Pick , Mr.
Gaven, pick .
I’ll offer my services to you free of charge,” another offered eagerly.
The companion ladies were chattering non-stop, promoting themselves.
Although many were Professionals, their upbringing made them different from ordinary professionals.
They lacked the sa prideful air of superiority and even seed more humble than ordinary people.
People’s attitudes are often shaped not by their Professional Levels but by their environnt.
They hadn’t lost interest in Gaven—in fact, quite the opposite.
They were more interested but were figuring out the most suitable opportunity to approach him.
They hadn’t expected him to co to them directly, and naturally, they didn’t want to miss this chance to land a golden bachelor.
Such chaotic scenes made Gaven wonder if he had made a wrong choice, but if he ever wanted to employ these companion ladies for future needs, he had to take this step today.
Gaven couldn’t afford to be choosy.
Before more companion ladies sward him, he imdiately grabbed the one closest to him and bolted, saying, “Her then.”
“I never expected Mr.
Gaven to have such a taste.
Ah, it seems I no longer stand a chance,” one sighed.
“Right, right, you can’t judge a book by its cover.
Mr.
Gaven seems so innocent usually—how could he prefer this sort?” another mused.
“Hee hee…
that ans I have a bigger chance, right?
I was just a bit late coming out, otherwise Mr.
Gaven would definitely have chosen instead of Loren,” one quipped confidently.
“Actually, I’m not without a chance, if Mr.
Gaven likes.
It’s just a matter of going to the City of Brilliance and paying those Mages to cast a permanent Shrinking Spell on .
When that happens, I won’t just be any Demi-Human, but a Half-Elf Demi-Human, ha…
I’m so clever, why didn’t I think of this before!” one plotted gleefully.
“Shaless, what you’re suggesting is deceitful replication.
A Demi-Human is a unique race.
Even if you use Magic Effects to produce a similar appearance, you’d still be just a shrunken Half-Elf, a shrunken Human, not an authentic Demi-Human,” one argued with disdain.
“Hahaha…
presumably, you’re the only one who cares about that.
If you’re beautiful enough, do you think those n will care about authenticity?
Eventually, what’s real becos fake, and the fake becos real, just like your chest…” another taunted mockingly.
“Shaless…” ca the retort.
Watching the companion lady chosen by Gaven, most of the other ladies couldn’t help but sigh.
She was a Demi-Human whose height was only half that of a normal person.
Nad Loren, she was indeed a Demi-Human companion lady, with no lack in the looks departnt.
However, the difference in stature was apparent; they were a size apart.
Especially since Gaven was considered tall and robust among Humans, and the Demi-Human companion was petite and delicate among her own kind, further exaggerating the contrast.
But so people have peculiar tastes, always preferring sothing unexpectedly unusual.
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