《Sun Collector》Chapter #21 A Princess
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"How should I say this? It will be quicker to just show you"
Elder immediately got suspicious but his friend still seemed to be excited.
"Are you sure you want mt to show them?" Morgan said with a little laugh
The winery owner sensed that the atmosphere had changed and just as he was about to turn his head.
Morgan stepped forward to pour him wine she flutters over in the most beautiful movement I had ever seen.
All of us went silent we had just seen one of the most beautiful scenes of our lives.
I couldn't take my eyes of over her I yearned to see that sight again.
The first to break out of the trance was of course the escape expert elder.
"Hoho I expect after seeing that sight even I can't blame you. I'm also a man after all even though I'm in this old body."
The owner broke out of his trance upon hearing his words.
"I can't be mad at you but you do understand a rare ability ring being used on this is just.... Its just nobody has ever done anything like this before because everybody comes here to strike it rich."
Haha that ring would be useless to everyone besides a beautiful woman.
If you add it to the atmospheric personality she had already cultivated.
She was truly a beauty that could topple any man now.
"I expect you can be forgiven if that ability can be activated once a day."
Grand elder said with a smirk.
"It can be activated every five minutes as long as she's in the winery."
Before I could even finish saying day the owner stood up and in a loud voice he said
"Morgan will always have a place here at this winery. I won't argue that was a huge waste of humanity's potential. But as a man, she can work here her whole life. I expect she won't leave anyway because the ability only activates when shes in the winery."
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"I wonder if it will change with her as she gets older," I said in my drunkness
"Don't tell me you made an evolving ability ring for a party trick."
Elder said
"It's not really evolving but the butterfly dance is based on her. As she changes the dance should naturally evolve as well." I said
Grand Elder picked me up by my collar.
"Excuse us were taking our leave" he dragged me out of the winery and threw my drunk self onto my bed
Had I done something too shocking again?
I had spent too much time thinking today. All I knew was I shouldn't go back to the winery again for a while unless I wanted to get in trouble.
I slept the whole rest of the day, man my life had been a way too eventful recently.
I drank a year's worth of wine but I gave him away to upgrade his wine so I guess he could consider it to be an investment.
And I had even made one of his employees hotter.
Really they should be thanking me instead of dragging me around by my collar and throwing me in my room.
I couldn't get out of bed my head hurt too bad, I decided that I was only going to leave my room too get takehome food from the cafeteria and to get back to my goal of being strong enough to return to the sandbar with status and power.
Even though I had neither and I had lost my freedom because of my astonishing display of talent.
I felt the chains on me so I knew cannon man was watching me.
When I sat up in my bed I decided to check the number on my arm it was two hundred and five.
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I should really check the number on my arm more often after all its directly linked to my success.
I sat there in the sun if I didn't have my sunscreen ability the focused mirrors would burn through me. But as it was I couldn't feel any warmth.
I noticed on my desk there was a letter.
I completed my daily routine of cleaning myself and walked over and scooped the letter off my desk.
It read
Dear Sun Collector
I wrote to you before I go out on my next expedition. You are the most interesting and one of the most useful people that has ever come to this outpost. As such you are never allowed to leave unless under the direct supervision of a three ringmaster. I expect with your ability you will find a way to venture out anyway eventually. We know now that your choice to make a sunscreen ring was based on your current abilities. You get mana from the sun except at a very slow pace. Most crafters in this outpost can generate mana quicker than you but they can't store it. The biggest limiter to this outpost is there is only one crafting chest. That's why crafters compete for time in the crafting room. The legendary ring that you made from the knife has been used to pay off a debt of the outpost. It now belongs to the genius of slaughters grandson. I thank you
Regards
Grand Elder
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