Please let me know right now if you are not capable of living up to my very high expectations in your described roles, as I would much rather find out about it now than after purchase, and without trying to sound too threatening, so would you.”
Ronan chuckles, “Something that requires a man’s understanding, huh? Boss, I think I will love working for you. If I don’t live up to your expectations just chop my head off, or torture me should that make you happier. If I’m not good enough at my one true passion, then I would rather not live any longer.”
An extremely confident and enthusiastic answer. I like it. I can already tell that I will be satisfied with this guy.
I glance toward Isolde, the one I’m on the fence about. “I see no reason why I would disappoint. Interior design has always been my strong suit, and if I only design common rooms as well as the ladies’ ones, I can’t imagine myself failing at all. As for overseeing Ronan’s work for mistakes or over-ambitiousness, that’s completely within my expertise as well.”
<So, what do you think?> Ayame inquired.
<Ronan is a hundred percent yes on my part, Iselda also seems very confident in her craft. I like these two. Iselda’s strict personality will keep Ronan in check, hopefully. I can already tell that if I give him free rein, he will make something truly phenomenal, but likely will ignore the costs and construction time completely.
The result their combination will bring to the table might be the ideal mixture of creativity and feasibility.>
<Sigh. I guess we are taking the scumbag as well then. I have faith in Iselda’s abilities, at least.>
“Great. We’ll be counting on you two then.” I said with a jovial smile, a statement that elicited a wicked happy grin from Ronan and even a small, minute upturn of the tragic woman’s lips. Looks like she also wanted to leave this place. Knowing that she could be sold at any moment’s notice must’ve been a horrible feeling that made her unable to unwind for even a second.
We invited the merchants back, where I added a complete secrecy clause to both of their contracts. Since they will be working in the middle of nowhere I plan to allow them to visit society once in a while with some spending money, and naturally, I can’t have them yapping about Warp Gates, Legendary artifacts, tree monsters, and such.
Why let them enjoy such benefits when I could restrict them to the location as their master?
I believe that creativity can’t be forced, and if they hate their lives the last thing they will worry about is making something truly mesmerizing. Once the design phase is over and I purchase a lot of simple laborers, I might not let those ones have such perks, but I have plans for these two even beyond the construction of our home.
I want them to enjoy working for me. I might even think about treating them like employees with a salary, permission to start a family of their own, and time off work if they are doing well enough. Naturally, their slave contracts will remain active forever, as I simply can’t have them speak freely about the many secrets they will get to learn.
After we were done, we went to acquire the tools they would need for the design phase of construction. Lots of drawing materials, geometry tools, architecture books, and such. With this, we will be now occupying four rooms of the inn. One for me and the girls, one for Aurora’s lab, one for Beatrice and Anna, and now one for the two architects. We are slowly becoming their sole customers.
Ronan was made very well aware that he was forbidden from making a move on Iselda without her explicit consent, especially in her sleep. Naturally, it was Ayame who told him all this. I knew he wasn’t the kind to do such despicable things. He is too much of a Casanova type to rape or molest someone.
He got quite hurt by what my oriental beauty was thinking of him, saying that he is an avid gentleman, and would never hurt women.
It seems my two soon-to-be maids have been taking their role super seriously, as they have been waiting for my arrival outside the inn’s entrance.
They rush to us as soon as we appear on the horizon, and curtsy elegantly. “Welcome home, Lord Quinlan, Lady Ayame.”
“Home…?” Iselda inquires seeing the shabby inn.
“It’s certainly very homely, hahaha!” Ronan cheers. Seems like not many things can bring his mood down. He doesn’t seem phased at all to be my property.
Yeah, I just splurged 8 gold coins on them and said I want them to work on my home which will cost hundreds of gold coins, so seeing my current abode is very unexpected for both.
“It’s temporary…” I say defensively.
“Don’t worry about it, Boss. As long as the food is great, all will be perfect!”
“I don’t know if I can fully agree with my colleague.”
“Let’s go in, time to eat finally. Anna, Beatrice, the food is ready I hope.”
The two girls have been vividly observing our two newcomers and even showed a hint of dislike towards Iselda for dissing their savior’s current lodgings. I can’t fault the woman, though. She is a luxury home designer after all, and this one is just straight-up shit if we’re being honest. It almost collapsed when I was poking Blossom’s womb with my lance a few days ago.
“Yes, Lord Quinlan! We worked as diligently as we could on your dishes, but please consider that we’ve just begun our training under the innkeeper family’s guidance.” Anna replied worriedly to my sentence.
I know that they did their best, and that’s what truly matters. Expertise will come with experience.
We then had a hearty meal afterward in the common room this time, as things would’ve gotten way too cramped in our room. Afterward, it was time to introduce everyone to each other, to clarify who exactly they were working for, and to hear the twin’s story about the father who sold them into child prostitution, and the gang that is probably still waiting for us to come out of the labyrinth’s gate.frёewebηovel.cѳm