My Life As A Salamander 55 Fake!?

"Why would you think someone paid me to keep you here? I just want compensation for the damages done to my guild."

He was grabbing my arm trying to get me off of him. My arm stayed where it was. " Your people broke 5 tables and 7 chairs. Chairs cost 1 silver a piece. The tables cost 3 silver a piece for the round ones you have. Putting them together the max we would owe you is 22 silver for replacements. I didn't break any bones on anyone or cause severe harm so their medical costs are their own. Especially considering that THEY struck FIRST. So tell me how much we owe you again?" My grip increased as his shoulder made a cracking noise and he cringed heavily.

" 22 Silvers! 22 Silvers is what you owe me!" He squeaked out. Suddenly his body poofed out smoke as his body s.h.i.+fted from the big burly man we saw into a rotund Mouse faced man. He had large round ears and a long face. He looked in every aspect a mouse given human form. A mouse man. Within seconds he was cowering under his desk trying to hide from us.

" I was only doing what I was told. She said to keep you as long as I could until she sent more people to get the girl and take her back."

He squeaked. Sam and I looked at each other. "She?" We asked. I started to approach the desk after hearing a crack and a surprised squeak followed by strange gurgling.

I grabbed the guys tail and pulled him out. His mouth was foaming and a dart was sticking out of his neck. " We can't have you dying yet!" I pulled the dart out and bit his shoulder. My fangs sank deep and the system started reading. / Absorbing Changling Mouseman Blood. Host has acquired Rodent based dna. Better Fur quality acquired for Dragon form. Mouseman dna mostly discarded. Better smelling capacity acquired. Poison has been introduced to host. Verifying. Shadow Flower Poison verified. Host has compatability with said poison due to Necromancy job. Absorbing. Host has acquired active skill. /

/Blood Sucking: Host can now absorb life force and materials by biting and sucking blood from victims. Host can also choose to absorb specific materials from the victim. Host can also spread poisons through contact with blood./

( Great! I want the poison! I need him to talk!) / System complying. Success!/

I must have been biting him for a solid 3 minutes at this point. The foam disappeared and color returned to his face. And he started breathing. I released my hold on his shoulder. My mouth was still full of his blood. I lit my mouth ablaze and turned his blood to nothing but charred ash and puffed it out. I was still holding him. I realized his shoulder was bleeding profusely. I spat sticky spit onto it to seal the wound and make it so he would have less chance of suffering from infection. I laid him down and looked out the window for where the cracking noise came from. One of the windows in the room was large and made of painted gla.s.s. The image it portrayed was the grim reaper handing an angel a soul. There was a small pane broken in the reapers scythe. ( How Ironic) I thought. Knowing that I couldn't catch up to the a.s.sa.s.sin without breaking something I stayed and watched over the mouseman.

It was about an hour later I saw him stir. His eyes flickered behind his eyelids in such a manner that topd me he was awake but he wasn't moving for some reason. Sam walked up to him and kicked him.

" Come on fatso! We know you're awake!" He rolled across the floor and crashed into the wall.The books on the shelves of the wall crumbled onto him in a pile with a loud squeak from him. ( It would seem she kept her strength from when we were bonded. Well... that's good.) I walked over and fished him out of the pile. Holding him in the air by his collar he started sweating profusely. He suddenly started spilling everything like a kettle pouring tea at an tea party.

" I can't tell you everything. I'm dead if I do. All I can say is that I was given 30 gold to look for a girl fitting your girlfriends description and make sure you couldn't leave. After I sent word about you being here people were supposed to arrive and take her. After that I was supposed to get an additional 10 gold. That's all I can say I swear!" I was about to shake him to get him to tell us more until I saw a tattoo on his neck. " What's this?" I grabbed his s.h.i.+rt and tore it away from his neck. The image was a scorpion with a crown around it's tail. Sam gasped.

" That's a Mark of Oath! It will kill anyone who bears the mark if they don't fulfill a promise they've made. Even if it is to kill their own family they have to do it. Thankfully there's no time limit on his agreement but anyways. They have no choice. It's a dark magic that's been decreed across all the continents to be illegal and all things about how to do it were to be destroyed! How do you have it?!" Sam grabbed him and started shaking him. For a muscle head Sam certainly does love to learn things. Pretty soon his mouth started foaming and he pa.s.sed out again. " Sam." I placed a hand on her shoulder. " He's not able to answer our questions. Even if he was I doubt he has the resources to help us." She took a breath and nodded. Without much grace she just dropped him with a thud. ( That'll hurt in the morning.) I thought as we walked away. We started on the way down the hallway we came and found someone rather odd.

The big burley man the mouseman had turned into was standing there giving us a confused look. "What brings you two up here?" He asked. " I haven't asked for anyone to clean my office and I don't know your faces. Not to mention we haven't hired any personel recently and we are the only ones allowed back here." His fists started clenching. The door to the office was still open and the mouse man was still pa.s.sed out on the floor. I raised my hands. "We were asked by someone to come to the guildmasters office. If we were at fault then the person who called us is especially at fault." The mans face changed to be further confused. "I've been gone for 3 months. Noone would dare to make such orders and demands in my place."

( Very overbearing individual.) I thought quickly. "Perhaps you can talk to your colleague on the floor in there. Because he said otherwise." I pointed with my thumb back toward the office. His fists slightly unclenched as he heard those words. "Fine... I'll believe you for now. But you will head to my office ahead of me so I can make sure you do not cheat me." Sam and I both turned and started walking toward the office. I put my hands behind my head in a relaxed manner.

( So many people looking to cause problems today.) I thought. We reached the Office to find the ratman replaced by the strong and powerful looking guildmaster once more. As soon as he saw us and the actual guildmaster he squeaked and transformed into a puff of smoke.

"I'm not being paid enough for this! I'm out!" The smoke shot toward the window. But not before a woman stood before the open window with a strange bottle covered in runes. " Oh trying to leave already Rindbotter?" Sh uncorked the bottle. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
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The smoke shouted as it was sucked into the opening and the bottle recorked so he couldn't escape. It was then I got a good glimpse of this person. She wore a simple victorian maid outfit and was a very plain lady with a simple and beautiful face and a normal body. Nothing bodacious or curvy. Just a normal woman. I s.h.i.+vered as every hair stood on it's end when she looked at me though. My instincts screamed that this woman was dangerous. I slowly moved in front of Sam. The guildmaster moved around us. "Ahhhh. Victoria. Good of you to catch the louse who was trying to steal my position. But would you mind leaving me for a moment with these two. By the way.... leave the bottle. I'll deal with that fool after I'm done with these two." The woman bowed deeply and placed the bottle on the desk before departing. The man went behind the desk and plopped down into the chair.

" Now. Onto more important matters. It would seem I owe you two an apology. The pipsqueak in the bottle is called Rindbotter. A well known fraud. He uses other peoples figures as a disguise to do dirty work. I never thought he would dare try to impersonate and replace me. " The man bowed slightly to us from his chair. "The damages downstairs have already been taken care of and the posters are taken down. I never gave the order and so they can't hang in my hall." We both heaved a sigh of relief. ( It's a good thing legion was out on the town looking for carving tools. They would've torn these people apart) I thought.