Chapter 12: The rchant’s Quarter & The Gilded Cage
The silence in the Great Dining Hall was a deafening.
It pressed down on our small table which was a stark contrast to the boisterous energy of the other students who were celebrating their dungeon survivals.
Nyssa had her nose buried in a book.
Her pointed ears were twitching with intense concentration. Her posture portrayed a clear sign not to disturb her.
Kaelith was simply still.
She wasn’t eating and just staring at her plate.
Her silver eyes were distant, but I could feel her analytical gaze slicing into whenever I moved.
Rolf just looked miserable as he was just shoveling food into his mouth to avoid the awkwardness.
My lie had worked too well. I had created a suffocating distance between us.
I focused and called upon my status panel. The red text was a familiar sight which gave comfort.
{
[Host Status Panel]
[Na: Grik]
[Species: Goblin]
[Rank: 10]
[Level: 6]
[Core: F-Grade (Mutable Frequency)]
[Class: Tactician]
[Core Attributes: Physical]
>Strength (STR): 5 (Grade: F-)
>Agility (AGI): 8 (Grade: F-)
>Vitality/Endurance (VIT): 15 (Grade: F )
[Core Attributes: ntal]
>Perception (PER): 32 (Grade: D ) — Passive: [Sharp Eye]
>Logic (LOG): 45 (Grade: C-) — Anomaly: Earth Processing
>Willpower (WIL): 25 (Grade: D-)
[System chanics & Currency]
>Lust Points (LP): 195
>Lust Upkeep: 70 LP/day (72 hours remaining)
>Status Effect: [System Rot] - Severe neural degradation imminent if upkeep fails.
[Active Features]
[Lust Shop] - Available
[LUST SYSTEM]
>Lust Points (LP): 195
>Lust Upkeep: 70 LP/day (72 hours remaining)
>System Penalty: -10 to all physical stats, severe neural degradation (Active)
[HUNTERS BOARD: PENDING QUESTS]
[Target - Kaelith the Silent]
>The Knight’s Fall ( 40 LP)
>The Lingering Touch ( 30 LP)
> The Shared Scarf ( 25 LP)
>The Unseen Smile ( 45 LP)
> The Unexpected Praise ( 50 LP)
>The Close Clinch ( 60 LP)
>The Shoulder Rest ( 50 LP)
[Target - Nyssa the Arcane]
> The Ear Brush ( 50 LP)
>The Hand Holding ( 20 LP)
> The Gaze Lock ( 35 LP)
>The Blunt Complint ( 45 LP)
> The Unwarranted Carry ( 60 LP)
> The Bold Demand ( 50 LP)
}
The 72-hour tir was ticking in the corner of my vision.
I had ti, but not much. I needed to fix this, and I needed to feed the parasite.
I opened the Lust Shop. The 195 LP I had burned through my party’s composure could be the key to unlocking it all.
[LUST SHOP]
[Skill: [Subtle Touch] - Cost: 150 LP]
[Description: Your physical contact, when touched will be felt as a natural, accidental brush. Target will accept the touch as non-threatening which will lower their guard and amplify the lust by 50%.]
[Potion: Minor Allure - Cost: 100 LP]
[Description: This potion enhances your natural phermones for 1 hour and makes target more receptive to your presence.]
The choice was obvious. I needed control, not a cheap perfu.
[PURCHASE CONFIRD: Skill [Subtle Touch] for 150 LP]
[LP BALANCE: 45]
I gained a new understanding.
I understood what actually non-threatening touch for a woman ans.
This would surely help in achieving my goals.
I pushed my plate aside and stood up with the intent to make things right.
The movent made both won flinch and they stared at with peculiar gazes.
"Nyssa, I was really reckless and acted without considering your honor," I said hoping my voice would reach them with the positive intent.
"I am really, really sorry. It was a calculated risk is what I had thought, but it should not have co before your honor. It won’t happen again."
I let that sink in before turning to Rolf.
"And you were the key. Without your raw aura disrupting the ambient energy, my ’plan’ would have been useless. You saved Nyssa’s life."
Rolf’s head snapped up, his eyes wide. A grin split his face.
"I an, yeah! I did, didn’t I?"
The simple praise imdiately relaxed him, and by extension, the tension at the table.
I looked back at the won.
"Our gear is insufficient. Kaelith, your leather armor is standard issue and it won’t hold up against a Rank 5 threat. Nyssa, your robes offer zero protection. We earned a significant number of rits from the dungeon. We’re going to the rchant’s Quarter to upgrade our equipnt. As a squad."
It was an order, not a suggestion.
The rchant’s Quarter was not really a healthy place for my nose.
The air was thick with the slls of spiced at, enchanted tal, and unwashed bodies.
The streets were packed with a river of rchants, students, and adventurers.
It was perfectly fit in the Narrow winded streets..
As we navigated the crowd, I kept Kaelith just ahead of .
I was waiting for an opportunity.
And the opportunity presented itself in the form of a fruit vendor’s cart.
It’s wheel crashed on a loose cobblestone and lurched violently sideways.
A burly orc shoved past Kaelith to avoid it which forced her hard against the stone wall of an apothecary shop.
I followed the montum, my body moving with the crowd.
I slamd a hand flat against the wall right above her head, my chest inches from hers, shielding her from the press of bodies.
The world narrowed to the space between us.
[System Alert: Quest ’The Wall Trap’ Complete.]
[Reward: 50 LP. Current Balance: 95 LP.]
Her silver eyes were wide, her breath caught in her throat.
Thanks to [Subtle Touch], she didn’t see a threat and just felt the sudden, overwhelming proximity. The noisy market faded away.
"Careful," I murmured, my voice a low rumble next to her ear.
"These streets are dangerous." I held her gaze for a beat too long, watching a flicker of sothing other than cold resolve in her eyes.
Then I pushed off the wall and rejoined the group, leaving her leaning against the stone for a second to compose herself.
We entered a high-end tailor and enchanter’s shop, the air inside cool and slling of lavender and ozone.
Nyssa was imdiately drawn to a rack of shimring, enchanted robes.
While she was distracted, I made my purchase.
I found it in a glass case. It was a delicate, silver-chained locket. It wasn’t for defense.
The small tag read:
[Resonance Locket - Harmonizes with the wearer’s mana core, amplifying subtle frequencies for easier analysis.]
It was the perfect gift for a researcher.
As we left the shop, I fell into step beside Nyssa. "This will be helpful for your research," I said, holding out the small, velvet box.
"Consider it my way of saying thanks for your sharp eyes. It should help you analyze mana fluctuations more accurately."
Nyssa stopped.
She took the box, her fingers trembling slightly, and opened it.
Her breath hitched.
Her olive-green skin flushed a deep, beautiful crimson that spread from her cheeks to the tips of her ears.
She stared at the locket as if it were a dragon’s egg.
"G-Grik, this is-- I cannot accept this," she stamred, her voice a choked whisper.
{
[Target Status Updated: Nyssa the Arcane]
>Favorability: 25 (Hopeful Confusion)
>Submission: 15%
[System Note: Nyssa has developed a misunderstanding that your gift is a traditional High Hobgoblin courtship offering. Exploit it.]
}
I tilted my head, feigning confusion.
"It’s just a tool, Nyssa. It will be helpful for both you and the squad."
My innocent ignorance only made the misunderstanding more potent.
She snapped the box shut and clutched it to her chest like a holy relic.
She didn’t say another word, but she kept shooting shy, hopeful, and utterly terrified glances all the way back to the Academy.
She was completely convinced I had just proposed and was now too stoic to admit it.
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