The ladies’s bras had been vaguely seen beneath their skinny undergarments. It was like breasts in all styles and sizes. Sheryl’s had been small and cute. Emi’s had been modest and proud. Whereas Megu’s had been large and agency. Not saggy in any respect.

“Hey,” Sheryl referred to as out to me.

“Y-yeah?” I stated, her face, and regarded away earlier than my eyes might journey to her physique.

“Do you have got a dryer round right here?” she requested.

“No,” I choked from answering too quick and cleared my throat. “You’ll be able to dry your garments by the hearth if you’d like.”

<Technique to go, Host. You could not be much more apparent. That is alright, although. With the Evil Equipment, you may blackmail them into doing no matter you need>

Shut up! I am not a hooligan!

<Or, Host can lastly purchase the Good-looking Elixir. With it, the ladies would positively scramble to your ft and line as much as your bed room.>

Do not put humorous issues inside my head.

<However Host bought to confess that you’ve got considered it.>

I could not assist it anymore since you put the concept in my head!

<In case you do not wish to purchase the Elixir, then it’s best to simply ask them for his or her underwear, proper?>

What are you saying?!

<Simply give it some thought, Host. It is fee for the hospitality. They need to supply one thing in return for shelter, meals, and drugs. There isn’t any such factor as free lunch on this world.>

I sighed to the facet. System, in case you have a bodily physique, I am going to throw you out within the wilderness and depart you there. Possibly you’d study what it is wish to be variety to others.

<Too dangerous that the System haven’t got a bodily physique. And the System does not die both, so Host’s efforts could be futile.>

I grumbled beneath my breath.

“Hey?”

I blinked quickly when Emi referred to as my identify.

The ladies all weirdly checked out me as in the event that they had been watching somebody loopy. Did they see me muttering to myself simply now?

<Looks like it>

Nice.

“W-what is it?” I stated and compelled a smile.

“Did not you hear us?” Emi frowned.

I checked out her as if it was my first time seeing her.

Emi rolled her eyes and repeated, “The drugs? For our pores and skin?”

My eyes rounded. “Oh, proper. Sorry.” I handed the basket stuffed with potions and ointments that Ulysses made for every kind of pores and skin illness.

That man made a bunch.

The women instantly surrounded the ointments and utilized them to their pores and skin.

Sheryl’s eyes rolled as much as the again of her head as she sighed in aid. “God! It is like sizzling water poured to an itch in your foot. It feels so good!”

Emi’s tight forehead loosened as nicely.

“The minty sensation felt great,” stated Megu. “The itchiness disappeared too.”

“Is my face again to regular?” Sheryl instantly requested Megu.

“There’s nonetheless a bit left . . . however I believe they’re working. The warts are getting smaller and disappearing as nicely.”

Sheryl’s hand went to her face, and her smile went as much as her ears. “Thank god! I assumed the warts would go away a everlasting scar!”

Emi was checking her face as nicely.

As I watched them rejoice, a smile appeared on my lips. Seeing others glad additionally made me glad.

<You will be happier when you give them the Evil Equipment.>

True happiness and satisfaction comes from the grins of others. I stated to the system in my thoughts.

“These medicines are unbelievable.” Emi inspected the jars and ointments within the basket. “Did you make this?”

In fact, she’d be suspicious. Medicines right here had been costly. The whole lot was costly. How might I afford to purchase it, proper?

In order that left the choice of constructing it or . . . stealing it.

Sheryl batted her eyelids at Emi. “Cannot we simply thank Cross for the medication and never ask him something pointless?”

Emi scoffed. “Are you certain that you really want that thoughts set in a world the place gamers kill gamers?”

“Y-you . . .”

“It is superb,” I stated earlier than a battle might get away between them. “I’ve a token that made them.”

“Actually?” Megu clapped her palms collectively. “It have to be an Apothecary. , these individuals who make medicines with herbs and such.”

Emi requested, “The place is he?”

“He’s in his lab outdoors,” I stated. “Although he does not wish to be disturbed.”

Sheryl and Megu believed me, and Emi modified the subject. “What number of tokens do it’s important to construct this place?”

I regarded over the ceiling, pretending to assume. What quantity was protected anyway?

“I believe round . . . ten or extra,” I answered vaguely.

“That many?”

Was it too many?

“The gamers the monster killed throughout its rampage had been too many to rely, and plenty of tokens had been left scattered on the bottom once they disappeared. There are even different gamers who bought greater than I did.”

Emi appeared to be within the Tokens as she requested additional. “Are there any tokens left in right here?”

“. . . I do not know.” I shrugged. “Possibly?”

Emi solely nodded, and he or she positioned her fingers over her chin, pondering. Her expression advised me that if there was no Blood Rain happening, she could be out of the home and trying to find these Tokens.

<Everybody’s the identical. They understand how worthwhile Tokens are.>

At this second, the fellows appeared. I questioned why they had been late, although. Should not women take longer than guys to take a shower?

<Possibly they had been busy exploring the higher flooring and checking if there was something price stealing.>

The System snickered, and I ignored it.

The blokes utilized the medicines on their skins as nicely, and Edgar wasn’t shy in any respect, pocketing a number of.

Augh . . . its superb. I stated to myself. I might simply ask Ulysses to make extra.

At that precise second, Florin popped from the archway and beamed. “Dinner’s prepared!”

“Oh! Lastly! The factor I’ve been ready for!” Edgar did not look ahead to the others and went straight to the kitchen, even brushing Florin’s shoulder alongside the best way.

“Hoi, Edgar! Watch the place you’re going!” Ford hollered earlier than he stood in entrance of Florin, scratching his head with a shy smile. “You okay?”

( . . . continuation on NOTES)