《A Demon’s Journey》A Demon's Journey
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After these women had more or less agreed to work for Yrellea, she instructed them with a serious look, "Meet your family as soon as possible. This will be the last time you meet them."
The women were startled at hearing Yrellea's words. They asked with a hesitated look, "The last time?"
Yrellea confirmed, "That's correct."
The women immediately frowned as they heard the confirmation. Most of them wouldn't even think of parting with their families.
This was actually Yrellea's miscalculation. She hadn't considered that they shared a strong bond with their families.
Sargan noticed the situation and immediately spoke, "We have a legitimate cause for asking you to separate from your family. The Misty Flower Pavilion will encounter opposition from nightclubs and pubs after we set it up. After all, you will show off your abilities and earn money through it. Because of it, their business will suffer. They'll attempt to hurt you. We can safeguard you from them, as promised. But what if they turn against you and your family?"
None of the women had considered such a scenario. Only now did they realize that if they impulsively joined these two people, it wouldn't necessarily be a good thing.
Although they would allow them to use their skills, their families would be in danger.
Such occupation wasn't worth it in their opinion.
"You should understand the risks now. Thus, we need to show these people that you have no contact with your family. For that time, you will be trained by Yrellea. It will probably take a month or two for all of you to be completely ready and transform into a new person." Sargan spoke with a serious voice.
"What about after our training? Meaning when we begin to perform… Won't our families still be in danger?" A woman asked hesitantly. She was voicing her doubts as well as her comrades' doubts as well.
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Sargan focused on that woman and replied, "By that time, we will handle your family's security as well. If we can't protect your family here, we will send them to another city. Our men will protect them there and no one will be able to harm them."
His words were spoken with a confident tone that convinced most of the women here.
Yrellea spoke, "The situation won't reach that far. Your family will be well protected even in this city."
Sargan was slightly surprised as he heard Yrellea speak those words with such great confidence.
How come she was so confident about it?
Yrellea noticed Sargan's confusion as well and sent a spiritual message to him 'I have been invited to Governor Zarakis's banquet. This banquet is to celebrate the birthday of his son Minos who has just turned 18 years old. Nearly all of the people living in Sector 1 have been invited. I will go to this banquet without any disguise.'
Sargan quickly grasped Yrellea's strategy. It was a typical honey trap strategy. The success percentage of the plan differed from person to person.
And according to his guess, the plan should work on Minos.
Unlike his father who was a respected governor, Minos was quite a fickle-minded person. His deeds were spread throughout the entire city.
He was considered a standard young master who could do whatever he wanted within Vlashire City because of his father's influence. His cultivation was merely at the 2 Star Rank but no one dared to offend him.
He was considered quite a playboy. He liked to have relations with beautiful women and even though he had just turned 18-years-old, he already had a wife and 5 concubines.
This was a drastic contrast as compared to his father who only married a single time.
'What identity are you going to use to meet him?' Sargan asked Yrellea using the spiritual voice.
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'I am a daughter of a typical house when my parents were killed while I studied in my college. I will use the name of a famous college in the Glerian Kingdom that's far away from this city. I doubt the governor will go so far as to investigate my background in the short run. And after some time, your influence should reach the point where you can forge such documents for me and fool the Governor.' Yrellea spoke.
Sargan was slightly speechless. Wasn't Yrellea trusting him a bit too much? Even he wasn't sure whether his attempt at creating an information network would go without a hitch.
But still, he nodded and spoke, "…Yes. I will do something about it. If worst comes to worst, I will use my Evil Eyes."
While the two were conversing, the women were perplexed as Sargan and Yrellea simply stayed silent, looking at each other.
Yrellea soon focused back on the women and spoke, "Alright. We have reached a conclusion. The women who want to join our organization should stay behind."
This caused the women to murmur and discuss the situation among themselves once again.
While they were discussing, Yrellea added with a soft voice, "…Most of you are probably scared of this new occupation and joining this new organization. I understand. I really do. After all, you are joining some unknown people. However, tell me, wasn't it the same when you joined the nightclubs? Weren't the people strangers to you? Were you not forced to work for them?"
"However, we are freeing you from those shackles. From the people who force you to work in the nightclubs or even brothels. We are willing to not only protect you but your family as well. You will be given a salary and also cultivation skills to grow stronger. Tell me, how are these conditions unfavorable to you?"
"All we ask from you is to temporarily break the connection with your family and for you to use the skills to gather information for us. Naturally, the way you choose to gather the information will be up to you. Also, once the Misty Flower Pavilion is famous, no one will dare to make a move against your family. At that time, you can meet them and roam around with your family. So, can you not even give us a chance? A chance to change your life?" Yrellea asked with a soft tone.
The women heard her and felt their hearts resonating with those words. They felt that Yrellea's words made a lot of sense.
Currently, they were working in a cheap place. Where the customers would come and 'buy' them. The most frustrating part was that they couldn't resist. It was as if they were dolls who had been hired against their wishes. They had no rights at all.
But Yrellea's proposal made them see hope. A dream where they could proudly show their faces in the public and everyone would look at them with admiration and reverence visible in their eyes.
One of the women suddenly stepped forward and spoke out, "…I agree to join Misty Flower Pavilion."
One of the women spoke out. These words were the trigger though and it caused other women to come forward and speak out as well.
"I agree as well."
"Same for me."
"I will join after getting the Blood Contract."
Soon, nearly all the women agreed to Yrellea's proposal.
Yrellea wasn't surprised to see all of them agreeing to her proposal. She had spent quite some time observing these women. And also investigating the background history of each one of them.
She was aware of the fact just how much they wished to change their life but were helpless. Now that they received such an offer, they would never refuse.
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