Free Web NovelChapter 8: Siren Stronghold [ 4 ]
Lizbeth stared at him for a couple more seconds, then shrugged.
"Fine. Whatever. Come with me. I’ll show you the back room."
Nacho smiled and quickly finished the rest of the food. Then, he followed her.
Can’t say I like the looks the others are giving me though. Nacho glanced to the side.
There were plenty of old people drinking here, clearly from the slums too. But after he showed his ignorance, they all started paying attention to him.
Odds were, they were going to snitch on him, so for that reason alone, Nacho decided to keep a tight leash on them. When they left the inn, he was going to follow them and deal with them.
Entering the back room, he was shocked by how much dirt there was. Dusty shelves, broken furniture, and even some leftovers tossed aside.
"Ahem... I know I should’ve cleaned this, but it just kept stacking on, and on, and on, I didn’t have the gut to do it. Ah! But you’re an officer, so I can’t possibly ask you to clean. I’ll clean it, so—"
"It’s fine." Nacho moved forward and crouched down.
As disgusting as it is, I can probably use my tentacle to absorb most of this stuff. As for the things I can’t, I’ll just toss it out somewhere.
"Um... Are you sure? I don’t want to be disrespectful."
"Trust me, I’ll be done here soon. I’ll advertise for you tomorrow," Nacho said, then paused. "Actually, do you have any spare clothes? I wouldn’t want to wear my uniform everywhere."
"Mm. I can find some of my father’s clothes. He was chubby, so they’ll probably look like potato sacks on you. I’ll be right back!" Lizbeth left, closing the door behind her.
She seems in her early twenties, and she’s pretty hot. I’m surprised she isn’t married or something. I’m pretty selfish, so I might just have to try and make her mine. Nacho chuckled and got to work.
His tentacle swept over the junk in the room, pushing it all into one spot. He tried to absorb some of it, but he couldn’t. Trash really was just trash.
So he did it the old fashioned way instead, wrapping everything around in his tentacle, and then tossing it with all his might through the window.
Ah shit. It landed on someone’s chimney... I wonder if these people believe in Santa? Nacho sidetracked, then flinched when he heard a knock on the door.
"Sir Nacho, I’ll leave the clothes by the door. If you need any help, yell, okay?" Lizbeth asked.
Nacho sighed. "Yep, got it. Thanks Lizbeth."
I really need to lose this identity. Sera’s definitely looking for me, and it’s only a matter of time before they search the whole city for me.
He should have a back-up identity, one he uses to go outside with. That, or he could try wearing some kind of mask.
Masks are a little edgy though. Meh. I’ll figure it out later.
For now, he focused on sweeping the floor and getting rid of the smell in this room. Water Manipulation was a good skill, since he could create a suction force in the room and get rid of everything.
Ah, on that note, it turns out that using mana and figuring out the intensity was much simpler than he realized. If he imagined for there to be a slider, like, for example, 40%, then he’d be able to use 40% of Water Manipulation’s full potential, so the mana cost was little too.
Basically, someone that’s like level 1,000 wouldn’t be able to abuse the shit out of a Common Ranked skill, since the ceiling for that skill is already low as is. Nacho nodded to himself. freёwebnovel.com
40% of the Water Manipulation’s potential was still lots. Every second, he used up close to 150 MP. He didn’t even want to guess how much Storm Manipulation would drain him.
Anyhow, he was done with the cleaning. The room was spotless, and there was a table in the middle of it.
I’ll use this for the massages. As for the equipment... I’ll just blindfold them and use my tentacle. That should be fine.
He stepped out of the room, picked up the clothes, and then went back inside, changing quickly and storing the uniform inside his inventory.
The clothes were old fashioned and really baggy. But they weren’t bad. They made him seem like a whole different person altogether.
Finally, he stepped out into the inn and just observed from the side how Lizbeth worked. She was a fast worker, and while the tables and chairs were pretty shabby, that didn’t mean she didn’t pride herself on the good food.
She was a good chef, and a good person.
So he decided to approach her in the kitchen.
"Is there anything I can help with?"
"Mm? No, you can’t cook like me," Lizbeth replied, then turned to him, her eyes widening. "S-Sorry. I answered without thinking. S-Sure, you can help."
She looked around, then pointed at the dishes in the sink.
"You see, if you clean those dishes well, the food I make is going to taste much better."
"Wow..."
I thought she wasn’t that prideful, but I was wrong.
Nacho tried his best to not laugh.
"Nevermind, you can just let me carry the plates."
"Sure. I’ll be done in a second," she replied with a hum and continued cooking.
He wasn’t finished though.
"When you’re off work, do you want me to give you a massage? I might not be as good as some of the professionals, but I pride myself on my work."
And my tentacle. Heh.
She paused for a moment, hesitating. She’d be alone in a room with a man she had met just moments ago. For all she knew, he might take advantage of her.
But when she remembered that this same man was an officer, she felt a weight off her shoulders.
"Okay."
"Good, then I’ll—" Nacho paused, seeing the same two Sirens from earlier stand up and leave. Before leaving, they gave him one more suspicious glance.
Yeah, I can’t ignore it.
Letting out a sigh, he watched them leave and then gave Lizbeth a smile.
"I need to step out for a few minutes. Be right back, okay?"
