Guild Boss's Ambition

"There's something strange..."

Sometimes I don't quite understand my sister's thoughts, but I know that beneath her calm expression, she actually has a heart that is more complicated than anyone else's. She always thinks about many things by herself, and always faces various difficulties alone. She is only fifteen years old, but she is mature enough to take care of the daily operations of the entire stone house. Whenever I think of this, I, as her elder sister, feel sad and ashamed.

However, compared to Berlane, Miss Lannon who started working in the store today seemed even younger, estimated to be only twelve or thirteen years old. Unless she was really homeless and my stone house happened to be doing bad business, I would never allow such a little girl to run around in an adventurer's home, selling smiles and acting cute. No matter how it is beautified, being a guild poster girl is still a bad job that endangers the physical and mental health of children.

When necessary, the poster girl will inevitably have a drink with the arrogant adventurer...

When there are many people, the poster girl will inevitably witness some bloody scenes...

When things are bad, the hostess has to greet those spooky and scary guests...

Not everyone can work in the service industry, and the job of a poster girl on Adventurer Street is a profession that is easy to learn but difficult to master. A young and experienced poster girl is even more valuable than gold in the industry. Their average monthly salary is almost equivalent to two months' income for a platinum adventurer, and the popularity they accumulate while working as a poster girl can often allow them to find a good family when they retire.

Of course, there are at least thousands of poster girls in a city, so it is not easy to stand out from them. In addition to the most basic appearance, the skills of conversation, manners and interpersonal relationships cannot be neglected. And every popular poster girl will have one or two impressive personal characteristics to attract more customers for the Adventurer's Guild.

However, if the Adventurer's Guild fails to do its job well, it will be useless even if it has a good poster girl. The adventurers who have been recruited with great effort will only come and go, and will not sign a contract with the guild to form a long-term and stable cooperative relationship.

Yes, my stone house is facing this terrible situation.

"Don't think about it, don't think about it, thinking too much will lead to suicide..."

I muttered to myself, turned my gaze away from Berlane, and walked backstage.

Judging from how I felt just now, something must have gone wrong with Miss Lannong who had volunteered earlier. So, I sighed deeply and went looking for the amnesiac girl, ready to clean up the mess.

Finally, I found her in the kitchen. She was sitting at a table, writing or drawing something by herself.

I repeated my old trick and sneaked up behind her, ready to scare her──

"Little guy, have you learned to be lazy on your first day at work?"

"Whoa!"

The effect is very significant!

When I tapped her shoulder, Xiao Lan jumped up immediately, then clumsily tripped over the chair leg below. If I hadn't pulled her in time, she would have fallen even more painfully!

"Haha, you little idiot!"

"President Ehard?"

I laughed at her stupidity happily, and she looked up at me with confused eyes. This soft posture almost made me bleed. Then, I noticed another thing: "Oh, you finally changed into new clothes! Hehe, although our store's business is not good, but when it comes to uniform taste, it is definitely not inferior to others! You are also very well-fitted and beautiful, isn't it?"

I praised her generously, but she looked unhappy.

She covered her ears and protested: "I'm not beautiful at all! Not at all!"

"Okay, okay, you're not pretty, you're ugly."

Although I don't know why Miss Lan Nong doesn't like people praising her for her beauty, I still didn't stop teasing her. If I, as the guild leader, have any privileges worth bragging about, it must be that I can tease my own poster girl anytime and anywhere, and tease my own poster girl, and tease my own poster girl, right? Well, because it's very important, I have to say it three times!

As I was thinking about it, I touched Miss Lannong's head again.

Mmm──it feels so good!

At this moment, the amnesiac girl suddenly showed a powerful momentum like a Jedi counterattack. She picked up a document and threatened sternly: "If you still want to save the stone house, you'd better not do anything rash!"

"Eh? What is this? Let me take a look──"

I hugged her in my arms, sat down, and at the same time, snatched the documents from her hand while she was looking at me in astonishment.

After a while, I looked down at the little lamb that was powerless to resist and burst out laughing.

"Xiao Lan, I can't believe your handwriting is so ugly!"

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18. I’m done with this (Little Blue)

(Ulu-Lanong)

hateful!

It's so abominable!

Although I was in close contact with a beauty, I didn't feel happy at all at this moment. President Ehard not only didn't treat me as a man, but also treated me as a cute doll. She played with my hair and rubbed my cheeks wantonly, and she didn't realize how much value was hidden in the proposal that she was fanning in her hand!

Damn it! If the tiger doesn't show its might, you will think I am Hello Kitty!

"President Ehard, please don't touch my head, okay?" I said coldly.

"Not only did you fail to hit the acupuncture points, but you also messed up my hair. Your head-patting skills are so poor. You really think you are qualified to do that."

The devil's claws on my head froze and stopped moving.

I took the opportunity to follow up: "So, my brainless and useless boss, please put down your stinky hands that have touched pork and beef, and don't worry about the crooked and ugly handwriting. In short, open your eyes and read the document we wrote carefully with a pious heart, okay?"

So, my client was defeated without any suspense. Like a child who had done something wrong, she let me go obediently, sat on the chair on the other side, and obediently began to read the proposal that Berlane and I had worked on together.

By the way, I’m really not used to using quill pens.

"A screwdriver? Vodka and orange juice on the rocks?"

Soon, President Ehard raised his head with a questioning look: "Can we really drink the weird things there?"

"Well, no, it will explode if you add stomach acid to it."

Faced with this kind of indigenous questioning, I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

At this time, my blonde female knight became serious, her eyes sparkling, like a dragon that found a gold coin: "Can you actually make an explosion? If the casualties are as high as those of a low-level fireball spell, wouldn't we be rich if we know the formula?"

Khan, it's really aboriginal violent values.

I corrected myself with a head full of black lines, "No, I'm wrong. It's just an ordinary drink. It won't explode or release fireballs, and don't expect any inexplicable whirlwind to come out of it. But compared to an explosive weapon, I believe it will be more valuable and can better meet the needs of our stone house."

"Oh, explosions and the like, it's really impossible..."

Even though I emphasized the value of the screwdriver again, the native female knight in front of me still couldn't hide her loss. She lowered her head and kept muttering, looking sad and aggrieved, just like a good woman who was deceived by a heartless man.

Her own stone house is clearly in dire straits, so how can she still have such leisure time?

I looked at President Ehard who was always paying attention to those strange places, and suddenly I felt a kind of sadness that the emperor is not anxious but the eunuch is, and this sadness also sublimated into an even more intense anger. So, I stomped my feet, angrily prepared a bucket of new screwdrivers on the spot, and then slammed the wooden wine barrel heavily on the table.

"Here is the screwdriver, and the proposal is in your hand. It's up to you to decide whether to use it or not!"

Having said that, I turned around in a self-important manner and strode out of the kitchen.

However, as soon as I walked out the door, I immediately regretted my impulsive behavior.

"Oh, Senior Berlane, what should I do? I actually scolded my boss on my first day at work!"

With a bitter expression on my face, I walked anxiously towards the only person I knew, Blanny, to seek her help. She gave me a stern look in response, warning me not to disturb the guests present.

Feeling the huge amount of attention attracted by my scream, I immediately covered my disobedient mouth and hid behind Berlane, letting her block the surprised gazes that stung my skin.

"You said you scolded President Ehard?" asked Blanchett.

"Who told her not to even look at our proposal!" I said angrily.

"Then she does deserve to be scolded." Branny nodded in agreement.

"But she is my boss after all. What should I do if she wants to fire me?"

My instinct as a part-time worker made me anxious to the point of tears. Then, I suddenly realized something: "That's right, my job at the Stone House itself doesn't have much benefit. If I take the screwdriver formula to other guilds for a job, can't I get a better salary? Right, right, isn't it better to let President Ehard fend for herself?"

Negative and positive thoughts caused a solid black air to emerge from my heart, which immediately covered up my original intention of wanting to help the Stone House and pushed me into the evil pit of greed and power supremacy. I was just one step away, just one moment away, and I would make up my mind to quit this job and switch to another place with better treatment...

In the end, it was Breanne who stopped me from rebelling.

"Don't worry, my sister will come and apologize to you soon."

Brannie suddenly held my arm tightly, with a strength so firm that it was almost like she was afraid of losing it.

I understand her because she has learned that I possess unique abilities and background, and she realizes that I may have the potential to bring life to this Stone House that is not yet extinct. To be more precise and rational, her desire to keep me is actually just to use me to help her sisters revitalize the Stone House. That's why she concluded that President Ehard would come to apologize to me.

However, I never mind being used by anyone, because that just means that I am a useful person. From my own game goal of developing this stone house, I would be more troubled if they did not rely on me.

Because of Branna's retention, I stayed away from the sinful pit called money.

I patted the little hand that was tightly clasped on my right arm and said angrily, half-jokingly, "Humph! An apology alone is definitely not enough. If she doesn't increase my salary, I won't forgive her easily!"

Then, Berlani slowly loosened her grip and promised in a firm tone: "I will definitely let her give you a fair treatment, so Miss Lannong, please stay in the stone house!"

Senior Berlane...

Unlike President Ehard, when we were writing the proposal together, Blanchett had a deeper understanding of the nature of me, the so-called amnesiac. Whether it was the corporate culture from another world or the unprecedented cocktail making technology, there was a mysterious and rich potential for development. And precisely because I knew that she had understood this, I was relatively sure of her current mood.

Yes, she was begging me, begging for my sympathy, hoping that I would stay.

Because I can quit my job at any time and work for any other Adventurer's Guild, but the Stone House that they regard as their home only has one opportunity left, "Miss Lannong". What's worse is that the Stone House, which has long been in decline, can only provide me with the worst treatment. If I look at various job opportunities without sentimentality, the Stone House is definitely my last choice!

It is precisely because she understood it better than anyone else that she was willing to humble herself and beg me like this.

I looked at this quiet and beautiful girl who was not good at expressing her emotions. My heart seemed to be put under some invisible shackles. So, I held her loosened hand, smiled and promised her, "Don't worry, I won't go anywhere, because my mother once taught me that true friends are the most precious assets in the world, and helping others in times of need is undoubtedly the best way to win friendship."

Hearing my promise, Berlane opened her eyes wide in surprise. After a long while, she blushed, lowered her head gently, and said to the floor in an almost inaudible voice: "Thank you, Miss Lannon."

"..."

Dear fellow villagers!

It is no exaggeration to say that although it was just a brief thank you, that ethereal and shy tone immediately melted my heart. Even though I don't know how much salary other adventurer guilds can offer to hire me, in my value system, I am afraid that no amount of silver and gold can compare to the true feelings expressed by an iceberg girl. It is a poetic and fleeting beauty.

It's a pity that I'm not a complete man anymore...

She is still an immature girl...

Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll fall in love.

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19. I hate bargaining (Erhard)

(Mener-Ehard)

Really bad.

My hands trembled as I looked at the ugly words that looked like children's graffiti.

If the inability to revive the stone house is a long-term despair, then what will happen to me if I destroy this opportunity with my own hands? Will I regret it and go crazy? Or just die?

The sweetness of the screwdriver still lingers in my mouth. Compared with the red wine and white wine on the market, it tastes fresher and smoother, with less bitterness of alcohol and more fragrance of fruit. What is more important is its uniqueness. If this novel product can be sold alone, how many greedy adventurers will go in and out of the stone house all year round for this?

That's certainly a scary number.

What's even more terrifying is the document in my hand!

Although the handwriting is so immature that it is unappealing to the eyes, every word and sentence in it is completely meticulous and detailed, just like a military book that gives instructions on how to travel across the country. The writer has made a simple and clear analysis of each marketing promotion step, while also providing multiple options and listing in detail the advantages and disadvantages of each approach. The whole article is clear at a glance!

"It is totally unimaginable that this article was written by a twelve-year-old girl..."

"And what's worse is that I underestimated it..."

"I'm such a fool."

I once again realized my shortcomings as the guild leader, but compared to in-depth reflection, I clearly had another more important thing to do at this time!

I stood up hurriedly, half walked and half ran out of the lobby, scanned the surroundings with my eyes, and then went straight to the mysterious girl with black hair and red eyes. Seeing me coming, Berlani, who was standing next to me, cooperated and temporarily left, giving us a chance to be alone. Before leaving, she secretly patted my butt, which was certainly not a grope, but a warning.

Warn me to take this matter seriously!

"It seems that Brannie realized the importance of Xiaolan earlier than I did..." I smiled bitterly in my heart.

But unlike what I imagined, Miss Lannong's face no longer had the cute angry expression, and was replaced by a weird smile like a black cat, which made me not know how to face it.

Do not!

What I have to do is very clear. Yes, the first thing is to apologize sincerely!

but……

"Retreat, dear president, shall we play a game?"

Before I could open my mouth, Miss Lannong took the lead. She sat leisurely on a high chair, legs crossed in an elegant posture that did not suit her age. She raised her eyebrows and said in a cynical tone: "This game is very simple. It's called two bids. You have two bids to propose the conditions for hiring me. If you can't offer a benefit that can make me compromise within two bids, then I will have no choice but to leave this stone house."

Looking at Miss Lan Nong whose expression had changed, I frowned.

I asked her directly, “How much do you want?”

She tilted her head and laughed as if she had heard a joke. "Of course the more the better, right? Well, these are the only hints I can give you. If I answer every question, this two-price game will lose its fun."