The Secret of the Dark Forest ( (The Way of the Shaman: Book #3) by Vasily Mahanenko Page B
Authors: Vasily Mahanenko
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hacking of the Intellect Imitator and looked at the others, "What about you?"
"Hacking," Eric spoke first. "I hacked an Imitator of this shop and was syphoning money off them."
"If my memory doesn't fail me, Clutzer's here for theft, right?” I asked.
“Two hundred and twenty gold for the headband equates to a twenty two million debt. What on earth did you steal?" I asked, surprised.
"Have you heard of the painting called the 'Mona Lisa'? That," smiled Clutzer. "Although I had no time to carry it out before the police arrived. Later they spent a long time questioning me about how I got inside. I told them, so ended up with a 7-year sentence instead of a 15-year one.
"I'm here for bribery," said Leite. "I was working in the district administration office ... usually everything was fine, but one time things just didn't work out ... it was my fault and I had to take the rap."
"Then this is what I propose we do with our clan. I know you probably have ideas of your own, but hear me out first. Let's see," I glanced at the clan properties and was disappointed to see that the bonuses for the First Kill didn't stack. It turned out that just one person with such a buff was enough to get all the goodies. "All of us have to level up in our professions. The clan will focus on producing and selling items made with the Crafting skill. We will have to find a reliable free person, who doesn't have the 30% convict tax deduction, to deal with the sales. As I said before, I already have three old acquaintances in my sights. I'll try to take them with me to the Free Lands and see if they've changed much in the last six months. If they haven't, one of them can easily be made into the Treasurer: these guys are reliable – they won't let us down. Each of us has different terms to serve, so the aim of the clan for the next 4–8 years, however long each sentence is: to earn money and secure a comfortable existence after release. In the time we're spending in the capsules, the world isn't standing still, so we will find it very hard to return to our previous occupations. I don't want to end up unemployed after Barliona, and neither do you, I suspect. So, all in all, that's the plan for now. If there are no objections, our task for today is ..."
As it turned out, Clutzer's ideas were running along the same lines, so after providing everyone with the necessary cash, I first sent them all to the Bank to buy themselves a new purse and a Mailbox and then visit the profession trainers and unlock the maximum number of both gathering and production professions. When the guys left, I closed my eyes and tried to relax. Right. These were some tough negotiations. It's not that I expected them to run at me with open arms, but I didn't expect this either. But that's fine; we'll make it work. And then suddenly I jumped up like one hit by lightning: the Princess! I promised to visit her yesterday, but never found the time! Or to put it more bluntly: I forgot. I had to go to the Palace straight away, before I landed in any extra trouble.
"You weren't in a great hurry." It looked like Tisha's Imitator had finally come into its own as a highborn lady. Before I could meet the Princess I had to explain to a flamboyant-looking gentleman in a long blue jacket – a butler or a steward, who knows with these Palace NPCs – why I needed to meet the Emperor's daughter.
"Tisha, a thousand apologies. It was my first day in Anhurs yesterday, and by the time I got on top of all my errands it was night already. Who would've let me in to see you at night? So that's why I came today first thing, as soon as the Palace gates were open." My level of Attractiveness with her was still at 39 points, which was comforting. At least the Princess hadn't taken offence.
"Seathistle," smiled Tisha as she examined my symbol, "a lovely wild flower. In Beatwick I often picked flowers like these and put them around the house. A little piece of sky can look very beautiful in your hands. I
"Hacking," Eric spoke first. "I hacked an Imitator of this shop and was syphoning money off them."
"If my memory doesn't fail me, Clutzer's here for theft, right?” I asked.
“Two hundred and twenty gold for the headband equates to a twenty two million debt. What on earth did you steal?" I asked, surprised.
"Have you heard of the painting called the 'Mona Lisa'? That," smiled Clutzer. "Although I had no time to carry it out before the police arrived. Later they spent a long time questioning me about how I got inside. I told them, so ended up with a 7-year sentence instead of a 15-year one.
"I'm here for bribery," said Leite. "I was working in the district administration office ... usually everything was fine, but one time things just didn't work out ... it was my fault and I had to take the rap."
"Then this is what I propose we do with our clan. I know you probably have ideas of your own, but hear me out first. Let's see," I glanced at the clan properties and was disappointed to see that the bonuses for the First Kill didn't stack. It turned out that just one person with such a buff was enough to get all the goodies. "All of us have to level up in our professions. The clan will focus on producing and selling items made with the Crafting skill. We will have to find a reliable free person, who doesn't have the 30% convict tax deduction, to deal with the sales. As I said before, I already have three old acquaintances in my sights. I'll try to take them with me to the Free Lands and see if they've changed much in the last six months. If they haven't, one of them can easily be made into the Treasurer: these guys are reliable – they won't let us down. Each of us has different terms to serve, so the aim of the clan for the next 4–8 years, however long each sentence is: to earn money and secure a comfortable existence after release. In the time we're spending in the capsules, the world isn't standing still, so we will find it very hard to return to our previous occupations. I don't want to end up unemployed after Barliona, and neither do you, I suspect. So, all in all, that's the plan for now. If there are no objections, our task for today is ..."
As it turned out, Clutzer's ideas were running along the same lines, so after providing everyone with the necessary cash, I first sent them all to the Bank to buy themselves a new purse and a Mailbox and then visit the profession trainers and unlock the maximum number of both gathering and production professions. When the guys left, I closed my eyes and tried to relax. Right. These were some tough negotiations. It's not that I expected them to run at me with open arms, but I didn't expect this either. But that's fine; we'll make it work. And then suddenly I jumped up like one hit by lightning: the Princess! I promised to visit her yesterday, but never found the time! Or to put it more bluntly: I forgot. I had to go to the Palace straight away, before I landed in any extra trouble.
"You weren't in a great hurry." It looked like Tisha's Imitator had finally come into its own as a highborn lady. Before I could meet the Princess I had to explain to a flamboyant-looking gentleman in a long blue jacket – a butler or a steward, who knows with these Palace NPCs – why I needed to meet the Emperor's daughter.
"Tisha, a thousand apologies. It was my first day in Anhurs yesterday, and by the time I got on top of all my errands it was night already. Who would've let me in to see you at night? So that's why I came today first thing, as soon as the Palace gates were open." My level of Attractiveness with her was still at 39 points, which was comforting. At least the Princess hadn't taken offence.
"Seathistle," smiled Tisha as she examined my symbol, "a lovely wild flower. In Beatwick I often picked flowers like these and put them around the house. A little piece of sky can look very beautiful in your hands. I
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