A Talk With Moscov (2)

"Olina Chan, You look very good today too." –The middle-aged man from yesterday was there today too. He should be a regular here.

So, he forced a smile.

"Thank you very much mister. You look handsome too." –Even though he did this yesterday he was still feeling uncomfortable in this getup.

But it is better than everyone knowing the Young master of Alden house is working in a teashop. So he put up with it.

After yesterday's hard work, his future wife praised him very much. Then she took care of all of his wounds with miraculous medicine and spent a long time talking with him. She told the story of a man who shielded a whole city on his own when a hoard of powerful monsters attacked it.

Like all the stories, Miss Aniston tells him, this one too made his blood boil.

Then, she even cooked him a meal to regain his strength. Seeing her affection, Olen felt a sense of accomplishment. Those made him get persuaded by Jon and Berdly's talk to come here again.

But Berdly didn't have any good intentions in mind.

He bribed Jon to get Olen back so he could exact his revenge.

So today, he stuffed Olen into a corset and made him do his maid duty.

And that is getting harder for Olen to do.

He took the order from the middle-aged man and went to the counter.

"The Mister in table four is asking for a butter cake." –Olen asked.

"Hey, don't you even know your customer's name yet? That Person is Mr. Adams. He has been a regular here for two months. And he has a big pocket. I'd suggest you get closer to him. You'd get a lot of tips that way." –Berdly.

"Why would I need to do something like that? Do you think I'm short on money?"

"Don't talk too much, kid. That is how a waitress acts. All I'm saying is for you to act normal, or do you want your cover to blow up?" –Berdly shooed him back to table duty.

He intends to wring Olen so dry that he wouldn't have the energy to reach his hands toward the flower that he worked so hard to nurture.

Anyway, other than having a hard time with his job, everything was peaceful in this place.

The new product is scheduled to launch tomorrow. So, Berdly is writing invitations to the customers he is most familiar with.

He wanted the product launch to be successful.

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"Master Moscov, this is Miss Aniston who wanted to talk to you."

Moscov looked at Elena. He was standing before a young lady that seemed like just come out of some poet's dreams.

But beauty has little effect on him. The only beauty he cared about was the beauty of alchemy formula.

But still when Bianca told him not to be deceived by appearance, he didn't think there would be someone like her.

He thought she would be some senile old lady or someone very ordinary.

The way this lady carries herself... surely she's someone of noble background.

She is a very fine lady.

"Master Moscov, I'm glad that you are here. Please come in." -Elena. "Jon, I have something to ask Master Moscov privately. Would you mind standing outside?"

"Yes, Miss. No problem." -Jon.

Moscov felt a bit weird hearing how he replied to her. He was like a servant answering his master.

Jon didn't even show that much respect to him.

He was wondering what this fine lady's background was.

He got inside after the invitation.

The maid poured them tea before leaving and closing the doors behind.

"My name is Elenora Aniston. I've heard a lot about you and also had the pleasure of seeing you from afar. I didn't get a chance to speak to you then, but I am happy to see that you came from my invitation." -Elenora introduced herself.

Moscov got confidence hearing her. This must be one of his fans with a lot of money. Otherwise, why would she call him here?

Bianca too, didn't say the reason for this visit. Probably, she was too ashamed to speak about it and couldn't not grant this lady's request.

There were many times when merchants would ask him to have a meal with their family for a lot of money. Do they think, that just because he having a meal with their family, those brats of their family would get enlightened? This is too stupid.

Most of the time, he would refuse outright. But sometimes, when his 'mood' is good, he makes some special visits to their house.

Now that he was requested by Madam Bianca, he would see it as doing her a favor by accompanying this young lady for a meal.

At least the lady is a world-class beauty.

He wouldn't mind wasting a bit of his time for free when the companion is this good.

Thus, Moscov put himself in a higher position subconsciously.

"It's not a big deal, young lady. But it'd have been much easier if you gathered up the courage to come talk to me. I'm very open in that sense." –Moscov said amicably. "So, tell me, why did you ask for me? You know my time is very precious."

'And that brat Jon had kidnapped me for you too.' –Moscov thought but didn't voice it out. 'That boy must have fallen head over heels for her.' –he thought.

He could only shake his head. People do stupid things controlled by emotions. If it wasn't for him, Jon would surely receive a harsh punishment.

"Master Moscov, can you make any pills that work on spirit wounds." –Seeing that Moscov going straight to business, Elena too went in.

"Oh?... Spirit wound?... Actually, I do know how to make some. Who is it that got injured? What realm is he in?" –Seeing that it was not only a fan trying to get an autograph, Moscov felt a bit relieved. Cause he didn't want to do these types of fan services for free.

"Master, what is the highest level of such pills you can make?" –Elena didn't answer but again asked another question.

"What do you think? It may be hard to come by, but with adequate ingredients, I can make up to level two of yellow-grade pills." –Moscov smirked. Does the little girl think his name as a level two master alchemist is just for show?

There is also an alchemist who could only make a single type of level two yellow grade pills and call them a level two master, but Moscov wasn't like them. He can make more than twenty different types of such pills. That is what his pride resides in.

Elena started thinking about how to go about telling him the issue and how to persuade him.

But seeing her silent like that, Moscov felt very proud. Then he heard something that made him think that he was hearing wrong.

"That's not good enough." –Elena said.

"I beg your pardon. Could you please repeat what you just said now, young lady? It seems I'm hearing things." –Moscov.

"I said that's not good enough." –Elena.

"Miss, you are quite the arrogant one, aren't you? Are you saying all the hard work I put all those years in Alchemy isn't good enough?" –Moscov got angry. He looked deadly in her eye. He is also a yellow-grade spiritualist. So he is stronger than average people.

Even if she's pretty, even if she has an influential background, how dare she mock him like that?

He tried to pressure Elena. Just like he did to Mitchel Gerald.

But... How could Elena be intimated by a puny pressure like that?

She didn't even feel anything.

"That's not what I said." –She said calmly.

"What I meant is even as good as you are... Your level is simply not good enough for the job I needed to do."

"And what do you need, little miss?" –Moscov is infuriated by her words. She was denying everything that he had accomplished so far.

The time he used, the sweat he put in, the energy he wasted, everything... this brat just said, everything he did was useless. How could he not be angry?

"What I need is an Alchemist that can create me a red-grade pill." –Elena said. She is still as calm as ever. It's like she didn't even see the anger of Moscov.

"Is this all a joke to you?" –After hearing all of what Elena said Moscov got silent. And spoke very softly.

But then he suddenly got up and brought his hand up to slap this brat who thinks the world revolves around her. Right now, he didn't care who this girl was or where she hailed from. She had to pay for mocking him like this.

But the strangest thing happened then.

The girl whom he thought had no cultivation at all, suddenly held his hand before he could slap her face. Then she pulled him a bit and he directly flew from the opposite side of the table and sat down beside Elena.

"Now, now, Master Moscov. Don't get your blood boil so much. We still have things to discuss." –Elena said.

She directly got the upper hand in this deal.

When doing business, using a bit of muscle is also allowed. And when in a deal like this where she had a little leverage on, she had to use it.

[Info- so people don't get confused later, the green grade alchemists are called just alchemists while the yellow grade ones are called Master Alchemists. Just to make it clear, the type of ranking is only used in the Kingdom. But in Empire where Elena is from, the green grade alchemists are known as apprentice alchemists while yellow grade alchemists are called just alchemists.]