I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

Physical intimacy can quench thirst, but if there's love involved... it's even better.

What are you talking about?!

Fingel, with a righteous and awe-inspiring expression, delivered a swift chop to Wiz's head.

"Ah it hurts!"

Wiz hugged his head and couldn't help but let out a low whimper, which looked rather cute.

“I meant to say, Ms. Wiz.”

Fingel decisively pulled a parchment from his bundle and slammed it on the table.

"Because of the incorrect information you provided, I, a 'new adventurer,' encountered a high-level magical beast, the 'One-Hit Bear,' which was far beyond my capabilities. This has caused me immense psychological trauma!"

"So I'm here to ask for compensation. I need at least two million Eris for the mission, plus compensation for emotional distress, medical expenses, equipment repair costs..."

That's complete nonsense!

In reality, adventurers are inherently risky creatures. Even if a high-level magical beast occasionally appears during a quest, most of the time they can only accept their bad luck. At most, they might get a little more compensation after arguing fiercely with their employer. However, people like Fingel are rather unreasonable; if you don't pay them, they might just rob you.

And coincidentally, he met an honest man.

"Huh? Oh, so that's how it is? And... two million Eris!?"

Wiz panicked immediately. A top-tier undead being was thrown into a panic over two million Eris. He originally thought he was being harassed by a handsome guy, but it turned out he was being asked for money?

White smoke, like from an overheated steam engine, began to rise from the person's head, and they became dizzy and disoriented.

"Two million...two million...two million Eris...Impossible, two million!"

...

Two million Eris!

Based on our store's monthly surplus of 10,000 Eris, I would need to work... for two hundred months!

If interest is included, the repayment period might double.

And most importantly, if that's the case, we won't even be able to afford to soak bean sprouts in salt water to eat!

How to do how to do?

They don't want to pay back the money.

Woo woo woo.

...

"What's going on? She seems to be thinking."

Fingel looked at the mosquito coil-eyed beauty spinning around in confusion, thinking that this person must have some mental problems. He had never seen such an anime-like person before. Would anyone really spin around in a hurry?

“Hello, hello, Ms. Wiz.”

Fingel coughed twice, bringing the girl back to reality.

"Even if you keep going around in circles like this, you can't escape reality. I wonder how you plan to repay my debt?"

"But...but I really don't have two million Eris! Otherwise...otherwise, you can take my goods?"

"The total cost of these goods is five million Eris. Surely that should be enough to pay off the debt?"

Wiz pouted, her eyes brimming with tears, looking genuinely aggrieved—she was quite reluctant to part with her 'bestselling products,' which were her capital for a comeback.

?

'Are you kidding me? Who wants your junk?'

"Hehe, don't joke around, Ms. Wiz. I'm afraid these things of yours will explode one day if I keep them in my hands."

Fingel was speechless. He was certain that this person was a bit of a naive and innocent character—how could someone like this be a so-called advanced undead?

Moreover, he was genuinely puzzled. As a master with a level of at least fifty or sixty, how could Eris not even have this much to offer?

Furthermore, as a powerful being, shouldn't you directly threaten someone with force when being extorted by a man with ill intentions? You're an immortal!

He became increasingly interested in this woman.

"how so...."

Wiz's eyes darted around, and there was a hint of despair in his voice.

Two million? That's devastating! That's several years' worth of her revenue!

"Stop talking nonsense! It's only right to pay back debts. I think you should think carefully about how to pay back the money."

Fingel tactically turned stern and grabbed Wiz's arm as he tried to run away.

"Don't even think about running away! Even if you run away today, I'll still come back tomorrow. I don't think other customers would want to buy from a merchant who might run away at any time."

!!!

Wiz has some mild doubts about you.

Wiz froze, too afraid to turn around and look at this despicable man... What should she do?

The late emperor passed away before his great undertaking was even halfway complete, and her dream of opening an adventurer's shop and becoming incredibly wealthy was still unfulfilled! Was she destined to perish here today?

"However... if there's absolutely no money, I don't think there's no way to solve it."

Fingel released his hand, gently patted Wiz's shoulder, and spoke meaningfully;

"It's not like it's impossible for me to make money with your healthy body, is it?"

!!!

Wiz has some mild doubts about you.

Wiz's face instantly turned bright red. With such suggestive words, he must have something up his sleeve!

"What...what do you want to do?"

In an instant, Wiz, whose mind was filled with yellow fertilizer, remembered the hallucination from before—no, it was an even more severe hallucination!

Was he saying something like, "Use your lewd and despicable body to make money for me!"? Did he intend to arrest me and force me to sell myself as a prostitute to other customers?

That's so wicked! He looks like a clean-cut, handsome guy, but it's not a pure love story, it's a lewd one? Although it feels a bit exciting... I really can't!

Wiz was genuinely panicked. She did enjoy reading erotic comics, but she was definitely not a lewd woman!

............................

[Villas outside the city]

"Mr. Fingel, is this what you mean by making money with your body?"

Wiz looked at the maid outfit in her hand with some confusion, her tone neither happy nor disappointed—in short, her feelings were quite complicated.

"Otherwise what? What do you think I want to do, what do you think I'm thinking about all day?"

Fingel sat in a rocking recliner, his tone mocking.

"I thought..."

Wiz pouted and glared at Fingel with some hostility—she was certain that this man was doing it on purpose!

They say strange sexually harassing things, but that's not what they're actually saying at all, okay?

"Let's settle on a monthly salary of 400,000 Eris. I'll take two-thirds of that each month to pay off my debts. With interest, you'll need to be my maid for two years."

Fingel's lips curled up slightly, and he subconsciously pursed them, seemingly plotting something wicked.

"If it's two years, that's 4.8 million Eris, right? Even if you call that usury, it's a bit too much, isn't it?"

"What a shrewd businessman."

Wiz protested softly, puffing out her cheeks, but she didn't intend to refuse—because she genuinely felt guilty.

"Stop talking nonsense and get dressed and clean up! You incompetent maid!"

Fingel's face darkened. What do you mean by "too much"? Why don't you look at your own problems? Have you even tried to work hard? Giving you a job is already a favor; you still want money?

Enraged, he spoke viciously:

"You're already doing me a favor by giving me a job as a maid, okay? You still want a salary? That's too greedy, isn't it?"

"Also, what should a maid say to her master? From now on, call me Young Master!"

Owner?

Maid?

When did you become my master? But...

'This outfit looks really cute on me; it seems like it would be fun to wear it as a maid!'

Wiz glanced at Fingel, a little pleased—he had signed a contract with Fingel. After get off work, she would have to clean the place, but in return, she could enjoy the villa's large bathtub instead of the wooden tub at home! She could sleep in a comfortable bed instead of the cramped bed in her own shop! And it even included room and board!

She's a bit of a goofball, and as someone who often watches melodramatic romance dramas and reads novels she's picked up from who-knows-where, she's also somewhat interested in experiencing what it's like to live the life of a maid!

It seems...quite interesting?

"Well... okay?!"

Wiz chuckled and went to change her clothes, seemingly having forgotten all the unpleasantness. In her eyes, it was just helping with cleaning, and she could get room and board for a whole year—it sounded pretty good!

She's always been an optimist, and even now she's thinking about some strange things.

'Could he like me? Is that why he's using such an awkward way to approach me? These young boys these days...'

'Well, since that's the case, I'll just say yes!'

...

"Ah!"

Fingel, who was sitting in a recliner, inexplicably attacked his main body.

"That's strange, who's insulting me? Someone from Asakusa."

Never mind, this kind of thing isn't important.

and....

Fingel's lips curled into a strange smile. Did he really think he was being so kind?

..........

ten minutes later.

“Um…isn’t the skirt of this dress a little short, Fingel?”

"Didn't you prepare any clothes that are a bit bigger? This one is too small for me."

Wiz lowered her head, her toes nervously rubbing against the carpet, her slender fingers gripping the hem of her skirt tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white.

Her cheeks were as red as ripe apples, her eyelashes trembled, and she would occasionally steal a glance up before quickly lowering her eyes again.

"Really?" Fingel raised his eyebrows and asked seriously, "Isn't it perfectly fine that I'm wearing it? You can't be so picky!"

Honestly, how can a mere maid have so many demands? What a naughty girl!

"But...it's really too short. Are you deliberately harassing me? How am I supposed to clean the house dressed like this?"

Wiz was starting to regret it. Was this guy deliberately bullying him?

Especially Fingel's burning gaze made her body tremble involuntarily; even the most oblivious person wouldn't think this was normal.

"Shut up! Shouldn't you, as the maid, be thinking about these things yourself?"

He surveyed Wiz's body with satisfaction, his eyes narrowing like a fox's.

At this moment, Wiz was wearing a low-cut maid outfit that was clearly a size too small. With just a slight movement, her full breasts seemed about to jump out of the clothes, and the excessively short skirt could not cover the top of her black stockings, revealing her plump thighs and a small section of white panties.

"Clap!"

Fingel feigned displeasure and slapped the knife and fork off the table, while simultaneously crossing his legs.

"Hey! You rough-clothed maid, pick up your master's things!"

Wiz has some mild doubts about you.

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Pick it up?

Is he deliberately picking a fight? No, wait...!