Saving 'Private' Simon
Sitting on the counter, Simon's thoughts wandered to that fateful day, when he almost became a murderer. I don't know why, but he strikes me as somewhat odd...
Murmuring to himself, Simon wonders what, or rather, who on Earadun was he. He didn't know the common sense of not going alone deep into the forest, his unknown terminology, his weird mannerisms...
There were a plethora of reasons that seemed to contradict him, but the biggest of them was how he treated him. Not like someone at the same age as him, but rather as an elder, chastising a misbehaving child.
Oh well, he ain't my problem anymore...
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"Alright guys, I've reached tier 2! Drinks on me tonight!"
Cheers erupted across the network godlike, as they knew that they'd be receiving free beer tonight. Everyone started doing cringey jigs, joy displayed across their lips.
But this did not matter to Lewis.
Wretched King... couldn't you at least at least tell me how to fucking cultivate before sending me off!?
Twirling his fingers across the top of the disgusting beer, Lewis bemoaned his plight. From the top of being the head engineer, to nothing more than a weedpicker, the sudden change in dynamic left him in despair.
Come to think of it, that lad sure was...interesting...
Although Simon was nice and all, Lewis could not help but feel slightly... uncomfortable...when near him. Though he did nothing wrong, just his upbeat character rubbed off the wrong way to him.
One bald, ruggedy adventurer, sporting an eyepatch on his right eye, swigged a gulp of beer, before announcing to the entire guild. "Hey, did you here the news? That stupid, good for nothing dwarf tried launching himself to the 'Moon' again. Ahahaha, that stupid runt, when would he learn that above the sky resides the Gods, and that the moons are merely their resting places. Can't wait for the day he either gets smitten by Goddess Illumia or dies from his stupid experiments."
With him roared the entire guild, some even dropping onto the floor, clutching their stomachs.
"Ahahahah! What a stupid dwarf! Does he not know what happened to those who tried to fly high!?"
"Yeesh, that stupid dwarf. Can't he just quit his ridiculous obsession with flying to the Moon, and just build armours!? Those Mark 10 Stylux suits are the bomb..."
"Eh, who cares, but shouldn't we warn him as well? Otherwise, won't it happen again..."
"Right, right, right... hey, haven't you heard the news, they have summoned new heroes to fight against the Demon King-"
Bang!
"Guys, he still lives! Hey Arunde, that 23 silver bet is mine! See, I told you he would survive..."
Boos were heard across the hall, as many lost. Some even lost their entire fortunes causing many fights to occur.
Shit, gotta go and see what's going on with him. Can't let him kick the bucket!
Whaling the last of his beer, Lewis sprinted out. "Hey, pay the goddamn money, jackass!"
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"Ohohohoh, my, what a wonderful device..."
"That's right Mrs. Carmel. This devices allows you to twirl your hair in whatever braid you want. I can guarantee that your husband won't look you the same ever again if you get what I mean."
"Ohohohoh...my, what wonderful news! Here, take these 5 gold coins for your magnificent device."
Out of a huge wallet, a blonde, curly haired woman, sporting a bright pink gown, handed Simon his due payment. Bowing in thanks, Simon bid her farewell.
Just as he was about to head back in, the bell rang. Seeing thatbhe had another customer, he turned his head, welcoming them. "Welcome to Simon's Snippets, where you can ge-"
Panting, Lewis looked up at Simon. He neto to the counter, and hugged him.
"Oh thank goodness you're alright!"