Opening my eyes, i had finally woke up, mother told me it was too dark to go to the clothing maker, Miss Evalyn.
i was happy about today, i ran towards a piece of paper, channeling my best letters instead of the crooked one i have currently.
Which didn't help much but it was easier to have analyze and transcribe cause it allowed me to transcribe my thoughts and it allowed for me to complete the contract in good hand writing.
It was easy to trace more then it was to try hand writing professionally in this world.
But it was a contract, i wanted to hand it over to her, this world had no heavy, thick clothing, i wanted better clothing than this thin tank top that i had on.
Hell my pants don't even fully fit me, they cover my important parts but if someone wanted to cut off my leg, they could just openly do that.
i left the room, contract in my hands, as i walked up to my mother, "Mom, Take me to the Clothing Maker"
She handed me a pocket sandwich, it is basically fried in exlik blood, a very sweet and we don't have to worry because those beasts are skill less.
"Thanks, Mom" I sat down at the table, biting into it.
I've gotten used to the bad taste of the food due to the amount of skilled monsters so we haven't been able to eat much good meats.
"Mom, Bring Home an entire beasts next adventure, one dead and one alive" I asked, i wanted to see something.
One, i wanted to see if i could take a skill from a dead being since they were already defeated.
Two, I wanted to kill one myself and see if i can take its ability, and make it edible to humans and other creatures like elves, i could get good skills of some elves.
I began to tap my finger on the table, i had an idea.
It was genius to me but i need luck just as much as i need my skill, i will see if i can make food edible for two legged creatures, and if it is, ill start my skill merchant as a food merchant and later down the line, i will eventually just sign contracts with all the people i do business with and try and receive prisoners cause they are all locked up and have no use of skills.
Hopefully i can put this into reality and not just my mind.
"You ready, Son" My mother said as she was dressed in those clothing, her clothing reminded me of exactly what todays focus was Miss Evalyn, The Stitcher.
Or The Clothing maker, i needed to get to her, i want heavy clothes, and baggy clothing, i need to ensure that i am comfortable on the throne i create in the future.
"Yeah, i am ready" i had asked my mother to hold onto the spider silk that was in her spatial ring before and she put it back in their as he headed towards the inner village.
My mom had told me more and more about the hunting she does, apparently their is a king from another kingdom that has to many noble family trying to become strong and his prince isn't as talented as them so he stays in his room trying to train his skill which was called Fire Breath.
As its name implied, its allows him to breath fire, but the others have more physical skills, like iron body and Physical Attack Avoidance or another name for it, Physical Attack Nullification.
"Mom!?" I asked almost offended, "If you needed my help, you could have just asked me"
"What?" she was genuinely confused, "How can you help"
I was moving my hands in a weird positions as i put it to her forehead, "I can just steal a skill from someone else and give it to the prince or i could just take the skill of the others nobles"
"I don't want the king finding out of your powers or he would just try and find you and constantly put stress on our lives" She looked down, it would have been easier on her body but she didn't want his skill to be revealed to anyone outside of the village.
"The King never has to know, Mom" I said innocently as i gave her puppy dog eyes.
I am too smart for my age?!, The fuck am i doing? This is just manipulation.
"Just have the king and his son visit and i will figure out the rest of it" I had skipped ahead of her.
"So, Where are we going" I asked from in front of her, all i saw was the same stuff when i walked with my dad, venders and the place with women dancing around it.
She pointed at the house with the women dancing at, the place named The Brothel.
"What is that place, Mom" i asked curious as to why these women kept dancing, with dad, it was mid day going onto night but its the morning currently.
"It's called a brothel, its where non married women dance and non married men watch, its a place you will probably visit in the future" She said as we walked in and past tons of dancing.
"Does it make good money" I asked as we walked towards a door that said the Stitcher.
"Yeah, it makes good money for the owner of the establishment" She had told me as she opened the door.
Maybe i should have one in the future, make some money for my organization!.
"Miss Evalyn" My mom said as she walked towards her giving her a hug.
"Mrs. Leah, how have you been, come to get new clothing made for you" Evalyn said as she returned the hug.
"No, My son actually came her with a clothing idea" she left go of the hug and picked me up.
"Look at this adorable, Mug" my mom said as i was floating in the air due to her insane strength.
"He looks like his father, that grey hair is yours but that face is almost a carbon copy of his fathers" Evalyn said as she squeezed my cheeks.
Man... What the fuck... Again..