[12 days of Protection Period]
Weapons Shop.
"What do you think of this, master?" Troy asked, shyly showing her a detailed drawing of a small weapon.
It was similar to a crossbow, but hidden inside one’s sleeves. It was perfect for assassination.
Her eyes brightened at the design, "Amazing, Troy!"
"It’s nothing, I just take some knowledge from my hometown."
"Well it’s nothing if you can’t translate it, so don’t underestimate your goodness." She told him, but too shy to look him in the eye. "I heard you bought a house?"
Troy received a lot of contribution points for his crossbows and polybolos. Although someone out there owned the patent rights and he had to give up some of his shares, he still earned the majority of the earnings of his own production.
He was now one of the few people with the much sought-after permanent residency.
"Well, yes. I’m paying for the downpayment." Troy mumbled, scratching his chin in embarrassment and a little smugness.
In his culture, owning a house equated to stability, making him very marriage-worthy.
He couldn’t help but send the girl in front of him a furtive glance, before joining her in work-related chatters.
They talked for a while before finally working on the draft. Brenda was a weapons maker and she had the skill that could immediately understand the inner workings and mechanics of simple weapons.
Although he didn’t know why indigenous people here didn’t already make these weapons with these skills, he was happy to contribute.
Anyway, this allowed Brenda to give constructive inputs in the design, making the blind-hit processes Troy was committing a lot more efficient.
Troy gaped and was not stingy with his compliments, turning Brenda red.
Her heart couldn’t stop beating at the sight of his sincerely admiring face.
There was always something special about this bubbly man. He was always so… happy and smiling.
His eyes also never lingered on the small scar on the side of her face.
This had never happened before.
In Xeno, to become a desirable but respected woman, you must either be very beautiful with a high noble status, or a beautiful woman with great strength or skill.
Because she was a woman with a man’s occupation, coupled with her scar, she was deemed an undesirable woman by everyone.
Her previous lover ended their relationship right after she had this scar.
More importantly, Troy truly admired her for her skills. And this meant more than anything else.
Looking at how things were going for her, Brenda couldn’t help but think fate was really mysterious.
Back then, when she got to the Chancery of Appointments, she did not even bother filling up requirements higher than a village.
Who knew… the village that’d pick her would be so good?
…
Clinic.
The beautiful Betty sauntered from patient to patient, checking on their status. The morning light hit her beautiful face and golden hair, mesmerizing a lot of men.
She changed the cover of the wounded that her busy assistants hadn’t done yet, admiring the material as she did so.
It was now using a special plant-based gauze the lord created and applied herself. This was in contrast to the type they had been using more often, which were gauzes made by the factory. The formulation was also by the lord, but they were naturally less effective than the ones made by the lord herself.
However, the lord did give them a couple of rolls of gauze she made herself for emergencies but, otherwise, they use the ones made by the factory.
Do not underestimate the quality of the latter though, it was still much better than what she encountered in the city.
This gauze could not only protect wounds but also had the effect of hastening wound healing.
It was just that she had heard that this particular patient was a close friend of the Lord (or rather, her brother’s), and hence had the honor of experiencing the special product. freeweɓnovel.cøm
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