Dominatrix System

Chapter 147: Deal

The night was settling in as I reached the meeting location. I didn't like that I was at a meeting point of their choice. My instincts didn't scream at me as I arrived, meaning that I doubted that there were undead here at this moment.

That didn't mean there wasn't something or even other ways that they could trap me. Necromancers must have problems with people's instincts giving them away. That meant that they must be working on ways to circumvent that in some ways. I didn't know if they ever would achieve that, but I would not back out just because of my lack of understanding.

You often had to take a leap of faith and react on your feet when or if the shit fell on you. That was what happened to me in my past life, and I dealt with it many times. I only lost that bet once when it took me by surprise. But that was my fault since I never expected those idiots to become suicidal.

I smiled at that memory as I moved into the meeting point after scoping out the surroundings. It seemed that things were fine, but I took that at face value. It was a worthless deduction that may not survive contact with them. I entered the warehouse that they had chosen, and I saw five robed figures as I opened the man door near the large warehouse doors.

I found that I was entering too many warehouses these days, but I silently came in. I must have triggered something since all of the figures turned to look at me as I did so. All of us were robed, and I watched them, wary of their number. I disliked being outnumbered, but I also knew that I had power behind my attacks.

I was a B-ranked powerhouse now, and I didn't feel any fear from these people. Still, I didn't want them to know that I was a B-ranked adventure. I stepped forward towards them, and they moved aside to face me in a half-circle. I moved to the point that I knew that I could attack while still giving myself ample time to dodge.

I felt relief that I was not a sword or rapier user when it came to this. I preferred that extra half a second to dodge than any close combat fighter had to accept. I stood there waiting for a moment before I began. "I called you here since the last meeting did not go so well after you attacked me," I said bluntly, shifting them the blame for the failure of the last meeting.

"You were being tested and failed," A woman's voice said from one of those cloaked figures.

I looked at them with contempt since they knew that anyone with strong instincts would run at their first glimpse of the undead. It was a large learning experience for me when they set that weak undead after me.

They didn't know now that I was much stronger than before. With the experience of encountering that undead now under my belt, they still had no idea how strong I was. But I didn't know how strong they were either. Still, I would not give up the upper hand to them.

"What happened last time no longer matters. You are planning something, and I have plans going on." I told them flatly.

"It means that you are weak," The woman said, dripping with contempt. "For what reason should we work with a weak organization such as the Bloody Candies?"

I scoffed loudly, ensuring they heard my contempt as I continued, "Weak is something that you call that disgusting undead you 'tested' me with. If that is the average your creatures can do, then contempt is all I have for your organization." I bit back, "Maybe gold is the only thing your guild is worth."

I could almost feel the anger radiating from them as I bit back at them simply. They went silent, and I felt the tension in the room, but my instincts did not begin to warn me. At least I knew simple provocation would send them over the edge. That would be a shame, and I wouldn't want to work with the Necromancer guild if it did.