Chapter 1008 Selling Street Food Is Not So Easy For Elves
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Both twins had an incredible magic power and a special ability innate to them; [Twin Connection] allowing for the total share of senses, stats, and skills and magic with one another. The closer they were from one another, the stronger they became too.
However, both Elma and Elena also were working by the crazy whims of Hermes, who made both of them wear adorable maid dresses and serve snacks and beer to people nearby to drive even more clients.
"Here, have a free sample of skewered meat and a bit of our beer!"
"Here, you can have this."
The people were fascinated by the two adorable twins, they were already in their 17's but they still looked very young, like two beautiful little dolls. The people was simply enchanted by their adorableness. Elma was the cheerful type, with clear green hair, while Elena was the more calm and almost emotionless dark green haired one, but that also added an adorable charm to it.
"Ahh, thank you so much little girls."
"This beer's good. Maybe I should buy some…"
"Ah, this meat's very well seasoned! I want a whole skewer now… And the beer goes so nice with it!"
The people quickly began flocking the stall of Alma and Hermes once more, as Alma swiftly began making more skewered meat and another pizza, both which had already sold off. Also people enjoyed the fries with ketchup, so they were asking for more.
"More fries are coming, please wait a second, mister~!"
And above all, she was also told to wear a cute maid dress so she could be more atractive to the eyes of everyone. Hermes was a bastard, but he knew how people's minds worked. Seeing a cute girl, even if they were a female, would immediately drive their eyes into their direction. The discounts made it interesting, and then the free samples convinced people to buy almost 100% of the time. The other stalls were suffering due to his machinations… except the newbie.
"You've really got it hard today, huh, Alma…" The voice of a cranky old man resonated through Alma's mind, as she heard her knife speaking.
This knife was simply named Knife and was an Ancient Magic Artifact created presumably by the Ancient Venerable of Moonlight, a Dark Elf of the Alfheim Continent who left part of her inheritance with Alma's family. It was similar to Drake's weapons, but even stronger. It had the ability to absorb relics and magic items and acquire their abilities, however, it lacked mana of its own and could not absorb Alma's Mana for a long while until she finally unsealed her own Mana Core from what her parents had done for her own safety, which ended backfiring when many bad things happened in her childhood, with her not being able to do much about it.
Although back then he needed to eat Mana Cores, now he could just easily absorb her Mana for nourishment and the usage of his abilities, which slowly unlocked as he grew more powerful by absorbing more relics and magic items of higher qualities. Of course, that wasn't really all of it. Thanks to his ability to shapeshift and his ability to absorb ores and take into their shapes and forms, the weapon acquired the ability to camouflage in a wide arrange of other shapes and forms, such as now, as he shaped himself as… a mere kitchen knife.
"You shut up." Alma angrily said.
"Oi, that guy's getting more clients…" Knife whispered.
"Shut… up… I don't care if we are getting less clients, I didn't come here to sell products! We need to save those children locked underground, and that damn Greenwood's lackeys must be lurking around. I am dead sure the Vampires are not the only ones…" Alma said, squinting her eyes.
"I know, I know, but trusting that old pile of branches all the time's a bit… Well, a bit bad." Said the Knife.
"Knife, you know Root already for years. Since I was a kid that he showed up and helped me. We had seen him grow stronger together… He doesn't remember well his past, but his connection with Greenwood is very strong. He seems to be dead set on ruining his plans, and he's literally the most trustful and nicest person of our entire group." Sighed Alma.
"Don't say it like that! I am dying of jealously! I thought you trusted me! Are you going to replace me for a branch of that bastard now, Alma?!" Cried Knife.
"Shut up! Don't you see people can hear you?!" Alma cried back.
"Err, girl, what's wrong?" Wondered a dwarf nearby.
"A-Ah, nothing… I am just a bit tired…" Sighed Alma, sweating a lot. "Here's your order sir, I am very sorry for taking so long… I hope you can enjoy it. Here's a little bonus for the inconveniences."
"You're such a sweetheart. I never thought elves would ever be this nice to us dwarves… You've changed my mind, girl, here's a tip." The gentle dwarf man left a silver coin over the table, as Alma sighed. For her money didn't really mattered much, she had a massive stash of money inside her spatial inventory within Knife from her family's rich treasury. But still, that elf's goodwill made her sigh and smile a bit. "Well, when everything's over… It wouldn't be so bad to work inside an Inn or something…" She said to herself.
"Oh? So those are your dreams?" Wondered Hermes, looking at her from behind with a smirk. "Once all of this is over, I had not really thought about what to do… But I wouldn't mind following you wherever you settle down. Working in an Inn for the rest of our lives sounds peaceful and nice."
"Shut up…" Alma muttered. She had yet to forger her anger at him. Even though she was angry, Hermes noticed she also blushed adorably, probably with embarrassment.
"I already told you Alma; I'll follow you to the end of the world." Hermes said with an honest smile, looking into her eyes.
"Hermes…" Alma said, as her eyes meet his, he gently held her delicate hands...
"OI! THERE'S MORE CLIENTS! COME ON! MOVE YER ASSES!"
However, the annoying voice of Knife interrupted their moment.
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