A lesser woman may find all the paperwork difficult however I, Armor-Cordis, was a member of one of the richest families.
I was even the CEO of the number one arms manufacturer.
It also wasn't as if they only focused on weapon production now; obviously they had produced some less 'destructive' products but they also had their mercenary side. In addition they had even expanded heavily into medical technology thanks to me. There was our collaboration with the family's other companies.
From war vehicles to fashionable defensive-ware - there were few things my company hadn't at least briefly touched upon due to how wide the Porshi net was. This also meant a lot of paper trails either needed to be 'forgotten' or maintained. Meaning I had done a LOT of paperwork.
"When I was young I really hated those classes on documentation but I cannot refute that father was right when he forced me and goldilocks to attend." I mumbled. Sighing out as I took a long drag from the cigar that I balanced between my metallic digits.
Going for a strawberry summer fruits blend this time around.
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Test tube babies are built different, I suppose.
In front of me was the guild manager who hadn't even wasted the time needed to wipe the cold sweat that had formed on his forehead.
Obviously he was going through the parts that he needed to after which he'd hand off the half completed document for sign off on. Doing that with such casualty that I only bothered using one hand to hold the document due to the other holding the cigar to my lips most of the time. At least while scanning through it.
Even if I strongly believed he wouldn't have the balls to try scamming me; I still needed to double check to ensure everything was in order. Fortunately, even with my faceplate open, my eyesight was good enough that no small text could escape from me. Rangefinder skill once again proving its usefulness.
Whenever I did need to actually sign the documents (or write in anyway) I simply held the cigar between my teeth for a moment. As such it was easy for me to literally just sit back with my armoured legs resting on the mana reinforced wood of the table. Only sound in the room being scribbling & my exhales.
Though I have to say there was quite a lot of paperwork involved in this whole process. The slowest part was having it delivered then filled out by the wet mop in front of me but it wasn't as if he was particularly slow when doing his work. If anything he was rushing it as much as he could.
No doubt wanting to forget that he tried to threaten a knight who could legally remove his head at any moment she wanted.
An actuality I didn't mind reminding him about any moment where he thought himself clever.
Although I couldn't help ponder why there was so much and, if not for the aforementioned rushing he was doing as shown by his writing, I would have thought he was keeping me here. There was an easy way to find out and so I just asked him directly. "So why is there so much paperwork involved in this?"
My voice was patently less fearsome when not altered by my helm yet that didn't stop him from jumping like a rat caught in a trap.
"I doubt that most other adventurer or mercenary groups are required to go through so many verification documents and so on." Shaking my hand as I nonchalantly threw another finished document upon the pile as I brought the cigar over an ashtray. Flicking it with the back of my pinkie to cause some ash to fall off.
"Y-you are right about that; it's specifically because you are a god-hunter in addition to being the leader of an entire battalion at that." He revealed after taking a deep breath to help calm his nerves. Such a thing made my brow rise up in interest at the deeper meaning behind that.
I doubted it was him or the guild actively targeting us as that buxom bartender (as well as my mini mentor) had made it quite clear how powerful my knight order was. Fortunately he continued after promptly getting my minute hint. "Well the reason is actually quite simple…"
He paused for a moment as he placed his document down while considering his words; speaking out once more with a little confidence. "There hasn't been a new battalion in over 500 years but there have been many who have claimed that they were one. Even if it was just to 'continue the legacy' or naming themselves after a famous myth."
Shaking his head with slight annoyance.
"So because most people don't believe what they can't see… They either think they won't get in trouble if no one finds out or just don't think the god-hunters don't exist anymore. Meaning there is no harm in taking the name for themselves?" I asked to make sure I was picking up what he was dropping.
Indeed he nodded along.
"Hmm~ I wonder what fun this will cause in the future?" Chuckling to myself as I could only imagine what would happen when I left the influence of that seemingly unimportant bar.
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<< If {software}.[B.I.T.C.H] Did not Know Better It May Result In The {user}.[Armor-Cordis] Being Mistaken For A God Of Chaos >>
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That reminds me that I do have two or so Chaos Crates to open up…
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<< Will {user}.[Armor-Cordis] Open Them? >>
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Not now, at least, they are dangerous and even if they give me something good (for example) I don't want a demonic sword to appear in front of a guild master.
With nothing else to say the riveting task of signing documents once again continued in near silence.
Finishing it off by him placing all the documents together with an industrial grade stapler while I retrieved an indigo wax along with a seal to use alongside it. Said sealing having the emblem of my battalion. It was as simple as melting some wax before stamping the seal down to end this whole chapter.
After we finally finished up he spoke up again while handing another, far more interesting, document inside an envelope to me. "I was told to hand this over to you after you finished all the signing. All I was told was that you already knew a lot of the details so wouldn't need to explain much."
There was no reason to refuse so I took the paper in both my hands as I quickly took out the task that was hidden inside.
Quickly it became clear what the guild manager had meant by "knew a lot of the details" as it quickly revealed that this was a continuation of my little trip with that demented teacher. Giving a general outline about the future queen running away with her lover. As well as about that precious treasure.
Simply put the task was to do the cleanup that my master was too lazy to go through with - finding those girls then making sure they were protected. Nothing about me actually taking that reality warping treasure in for safety… However it did specify that I should ensure no one untoward gets their hands on it.
Simple enough since I at least know they must be somewhere in this country.
It would have been foolish to not take advantage of the head start I and the nameless god ended up giving the unlikely pair.
I'll obviously have to leverage the experience of my elites who just joined the game but I have no idea when they'll actually arrive. Especially since I told my men to keep rolling till they got a good race. We can fix anything else and even upgrade them later if they get one that isn't necessarily the best straight away.
But useless or detrimental races can be abandoned since it will make my goals harder to achieve; as a result I am bankrolling their racial re-rolls.
What would be problematic could be easy to solve thanks to my most powerful ability - the unbridled power of capitalism was at my beck & call. Still that meant I had no clue when they'd actually get in the game and arrive at this city. Fortunately they weren't spawning in the same city that I did.
I wonder what happened to that place after we left…
"I can always get it checked out using that merchant connection I've made." Shaking my head as I soon realised there was no reason to even do that. Why would it matter to me if some random small time pirates were fucking around with powers they didn't understand?
Either they would be consumed themselves by whatever power they apparently claimed or someone strong would deal with them.
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<< If It Is Merely The Work Of Pirates >>
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Ignorance is sometimes bliss.
Deciding not to waste any more time; I forcibly pushed the letter into the ash tray only to then push my mostly done cigar into the paper. The small flame at the end of the cigar quickly caused a more traditional smoke to begin to rise as the paper began to blacken. "Well I'll get out of your hair."
My words caused that guild manager to visibly deflate as if a great weight had finally been taken off from his shoulders thus bringing great relief.
Did not take a genius to figure out why nor did I care about bullying some smelly old man.
Standing up as the faceplate of my helmet closed up to hide my face once more. Heading out of the room without so much as looking back at the man nor the burning document - he wouldn't be brave but a fool to get involved with the tasks given to a god-hunter. Now I just needed to wait for my men to arrive.
Guess that means I need to find something fun to do…
Wonder if the girls in a fantasy world are more or less freaky?