Guild Boss's Ambition

"Anyway, why don't you try to communicate with her first?"

So I had no choice but to politely ask the bulge under her skirt: "Um - Miss ViVi, is there anything I can do for you? I am very troubled by your condition."

"Hmm? Is that God's voice? God is a delicious soft chick?"

"It's just Berlane, not God or a girl."

"Then, Miss Berlane, could you please let me out quickly?"

"Miss ViVi, could you please come out quickly?"

"No, no! I can't get out by my own strength! The God of Light said that He will only free me from this endless darkness if a kind-hearted person recites that spell for me. Miss Berlane, are you that kind-hearted person?"

Although my intuition told me that the spell must be abnormal, in order to end this embarrassing situation, I still obeyed her and followed her rhythm and asked, "Excuse me, what kind of spell is that?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Hmm, I want to know."

"Hehe, ViVi won't tell you the spell──"

"..."

Who can help me chop this clown? This clown is so clingy that it can no longer be described as a cocklebur! It is a shameless and shameless humanoid leech! I really feel that I need to cut open its greedy body and let it bleed so that it can leave my body.

I raised my fist, stood firmly on my horse stance, and prepared to strike with all my strength.

However, at this moment, the fox clown cleverly moved from the front of the skirt to the back of the skirt.

In terms of close combat, ViVi was in an advantageous position, which was a position that made it difficult for me to attack her, and it was also a position that made me feel even more ashamed! What was even more hateful was that the strength I had trained seriously in my childhood could not even move her grip in the slightest, and I was completely locked in place by her.

All right.

It seems that I can only use that last trick.

"Miss ViVi, if you don't let me go, I'm going to call someone."

"Ms. Berlane, your butt is so big and soft. I really want to hide here and never come out."

"..."

Although calling for help is the best way to deal with the clown's harassment, the current delicate situation is as bad as it can be. What if the person who comes to rescue me is an unknown male adventurer? Wouldn't the situation at that time only make me more embarrassed and speechless? No, no, I must not shout for help until the last moment.

I had no idea what to do, so I asked again, "Ms. ViVi, what do you want me to do to get you out?"

At this time, the foxy clown took a deep breath under my skirt: "The poster girl is indeed the poster girl. Even this secret place smells good, huh? Did you ask me what I need to do to get me to come out? In fact, as long as you fart, I will come out automatically. It's just a fart. All humans can do it. For Miss Berlane, it shouldn't be difficult, right?"

"..." I was silent for a moment, then made up my mind: "I think I should call someone to help."

With that, I let the air fill my belly, preparing to scream at the top of my lungs.

Come to think of it, I haven't made a sound above 200 decibels for hundreds of years.

I really admire the ability of this foxy clown to cling to people.

"!!!"

In the end, I still failed to destroy my usually quiet image, and the screams filled the entire stone house.

As soon as she realized that I was about to scream for help, the fox girl quickly got out from under her skirt, and in a flash, she stuffed my mouth with the banana sword she carried with her.

She touched her nose slyly and said with a silly smile, "Sorry, due to time constraints, I don't have time to peel Banana."

"..."

……

……

6. The Clown's Eyes (Blanny)

(Branny Erhard)

I don't know if there is a direct connection, but the higher-level adventurers are, the more special their mental state tends to be. Or maybe it's because of the powerful force that they no longer need to hide their original personality, making them dare to love and hate. In fact, as long as you think about it carefully, don't we all have one or two weird traits?

I pulled the foreign object out of my mouth and calmly handed it back to the clown.

"ViVi, may I ask why you came to me specifically to do these things?"

The fox clown peeled the banana and asked with a smile: "Are you angry?"

I answered truthfully, “Yes, I am angry.”

The fox clown took a small bite of the banana and asked in a mumbling voice: "Since you are angry, why don't you show any expression? Why don't you laugh when you are happy and cry when you are sad? Why do you keep your emotions in your heart and not show them to others? You will look good when you cry."

"..."

She asked a good question.

Why is that? Why am I gradually losing my expression?

I did a quick recollection.

Then I recalled a lot of experiences of being teased by customers.

I instinctively avoided this question: "I have no expression because I don't want to have any expression, that's all."

"Do you know what a clown's job is, Miss Berlane?"

Miss Fox threw the banana peel casually and it hit my coffee cup accurately.

As a mysophobe, I didn't answer her question, but immediately reminded her of her behavior.

"Please don't mess up my room."

“Yes—”

Miss Fox was like a child admitting her mistake. She trotted to the table obediently, took the banana peel out of the cup and threw it into the trash can. There were no unexpected turns during the whole process, which made me feel a little disappointed.

When a madman suddenly becomes normal, that is a very scary thing.

But no matter what, now I just want to cut off ties with her as soon as possible.

Next, she wagged her fox tail again and came closer to me with anticipation on her face.

"Hey, hey! Let me ask you again! Berlane, do you know what the clown's duties are?"

“To bring happiness to people?”

"I hate this kind of formulaic answer. Do you have any better ideas, Berlane?"

The fox clown lowered her two thumbs to me in disappointment.

"Will I get any reward if I answer her question correctly?"

"Why do I have to answer her questions?"

So, I immediately expressed my expectations of the clown: "Quiet, contented, and peaceful."

"Noisy! Chaotic! Uncommon sense!"

The foxy clown suddenly hung around my neck and laughed, "Blanny, you really understand us clowns! We clowns just can't be quiet! We clowns just can't be content! We clowns just can't be content with a peaceful environment! And my dear, beautiful, noble, and cool Miss Blaney, congratulations! You've won the prize! I've chosen you!"

Was she attracted to you?

I looked into the eyes of the fox clown very closely, and felt that her dark green pupils were filled with cunning and various other strange thoughts. These thoughts were probably harmless, but they would surely bring me annoying troubles like now. As a person involved, I really felt that it was a misfortune to be noticed by her.

"I'm not very interesting, maybe you should find someone else?"

I tried to make myself less attractive in the eyes of the other person, but I felt like a sheep being captured by carnivorous animals and crying to them that I had a lot of hair, little meat, and was not tasty at all.

“Oh—”

ViVi put down her hand around my neck, rolled her eyes in grievance, and complained, "Please don't treat me as a vicious criminal, okay? Ask yourself, I am a very upright person. I don't want to do anything illegal to you. I just want to find a good girlfriend to play games with. Why are you rejecting me so much?"

"Sorry, my friend list is full." I declined reluctantly.

"Excuse me, is Miss Lannong your friend?" She took out a knife and gave me a bright smile.

"Aren't you a sinner?" I asked in silence.

"I just promised not to commit a crime against you."

The fox clown's mouth opened wider, her smile became more innocent, more spontaneous and more crazy: "Besides, to bear the worst evaluation in the world for something you really like, isn't that also a kind of beautiful romance?"

"Maybe - I should add another page to my friends list," I compromised.

The fox clown brandished a knife and giggled, "No, no, no, or not just one page, but two, three, four, five, or even more! And then they're all filled with ViVi and my name, huhuhu, how about this? As a proof of our friendship, let's copy each other's names five hundred times, what do you say, Branny?"

what……

What an annoying clown.

If you don't agree to her request, she will probably do something even weirder...

But do I really have to write my name five hundred times as a punishment?

Isn't that too pointless?

After a moment's hesitation, I suggested, "Let's just copy each other's names once."

The fox clown's eyes suddenly lit up: "Yeah! We will only be punished to copy the name once!"

After she finished speaking, ViVi suddenly tore her left sleeve with force, wielded the dagger in her right hand, and horrifyingly carved the word Brani on her left shoulder. Her blade was very skillful, and the size of the word was just right. The blood-inked font was full of unruly madness and rebellion. As for this wound, she just laughed excitedly -

Looking forward to──

Looking straight ahead──

I.

She handed the bloody knife to me.

At this moment, even though I didn't sense any malice from her, I was still afraid of her madness. I couldn't help but sneak back towards the door in small steps, and the next moment, her smile suddenly turned into a stiff straight line.

"Blanny, why are you running away? Are you afraid of me?"

I turned around and ran towards the door which was only a few steps away!

But she moved faster and more swiftly. With one light step, she circled in front of me and put the dagger against my neck. She shook her fox ears and said with a smile: "Even now, you still have no expression! Generally speaking, even if people try to control it, their five senses will still show corresponding expressions, but you are an exception, Berlane."

She gently moved the tip of the knife across my face, her tone changing to an intoxicated one: "Blannie, you are such a cute little liar. You are the most stingy person I have ever met and the one who is best at hiding your expression. Just like you described yourself, you are a quiet, peaceful, and quiet woman, the exact opposite of me. So, I'm attracted to you~~"

ViVi opened her arms, spun around like dancing, and giggled.

"I like seeing people's various expressions, whether they are happy or sad, I like them all, and I can always find ways to make them show specific expressions. But you are different, Berlane. You have emotions but no expressions, and you don't look like you have any physical defects. In other words, you must be hiding them in some way."

By this time, I was beginning to understand her intentions.

She wanted to see my expression.

So I said, "If you just want to see my expression, I can show it to you right away."

However, she started to make a big fuss!

"No! No! You can't do that! I'm going to have a big showdown! Don't show your expression without my permission!"

"A big showdown of contradictions?"

"You can definitely make others laugh vs. you can never be amused by others! It's a game like this!"

The fox clown who was in a dark state a minute ago has now returned to her original playful smile, and the bloody words on her shoulder have been healed without any trace by her using an unknown method. The scene of the vows of eternal love just now collapsed in my heart all of a sudden without even dust left. At the same time, I was glad that I did not be intimidated and carve the other person's name on my flesh.

Do not……

and many more……

Why do I feel my right thigh is so cold?

I felt something was wrong and didn't care about ViVi. I lifted up her skirt and looked at the strange place. Suddenly I found four hateful symbols and letters on it - "VIVI".

"No! Berlani, I am a good child with a pure heart! Please don't show me this kind of scene that is not suitable for children! I won't tell others that the panties you wore today are lace!"

I ran my fingers over the texture of the letters. “This is not ordinary ink.”

Upon hearing this, ViVi said excitedly like a salesman, "Of course this is not ordinary ink. This is special ink for tattoos, and it is a more advanced type. It has a temporary numbing effect, so you won't feel pain when you first pierce it. By the time you feel a cool sensation on your skin, the effect of the tattoo has already penetrated into your──"

As the instigator explained, I looked at the indelible words, then at the smooth shoulders of the fox clown, and my heart was filled with an unbalanced and uncomfortable feeling. Before she finished explaining all the product details, I let out all the frustration in my heart at once through my vocal cords. Here, I can honestly tell you -

If I screamed loudly, the decibel level would be high enough to shatter the glass.

Yayayayayayayayaya--

I haven’t screamed for a long time. After screaming, I suddenly found that I still have the potential to play the role of the Siren Naga.

Though not beautiful enough to tempt the boatman.