I looked at him for a moment. Nodding my head in response.
"Sure. But don't expect anything of high quality or that is compatible with you."
"Don't worry, Bianquinha, I'm not a demanding guy. I'll make do."
"I understand."
He seemed to understand the pros and cons of transplants well, so I left it at that. There was no point in telling him something he already knew.
And it wasn't difficult to grant his request.
Limbs and organs from other species were a popular item on the black market. Being in high demand...
A market of its own had been forming in recent years. And, unlike organ trafficking, neither the government nor the upper echelons of society frowned upon it.
I myself had a few spare parts, if necessary.
"When we get out of here, I'll introduce you to my contact, and he'll see what he has for you."
"I see... So now I'm your lapdog or what? My information was good, but not good enough. To tell you the truth, I tried my luck by asking for this.
So, naturally, you want more. And I have nothing but my future to give. Is that it? I know I raised my voucher on purpose, but that's long-term. So what's your goal?"
He really understood things quickly. That was good.
Although annoying, he also knew how to separate the moment and be serious. I was really starting to like his character.
He understands quickly. He reads the situation. He's sincere. He doesn't hide his ambition.
And best of all, he knows his place.
"I want to start a guild."
He was silent for a few moments. Looking at me thoughtfully with his hand on his chin...
"Yeah... It suits you."
Good reaction.
"Here. Just sign it."
I said as I handed him a blood contract.
"Really... I've grown up a bit in life. I thought I'd never see one of these up close."
His self-deprecation was cute, but at the same time a little sad.
"But what's with these terms? Absolute loyalty? What a lack of trust in your little friends, huh, Bianquinha...
Are you so confident that I'll never be stronger than you?"
"Yes." I replied without embellishment. It wasn't impossible, but highly unlikely.
"Good. It's good to be confident, but I refuse."
I already expected that, but it didn't hurt to try. There was no charm or whatever that would make him accept being totally loyal to me. I realized that in our conversation.
He was weak, but he had ambition and proved how far he was willing to go by his accounts.
But I still had to ask why.
"... I'm sorry, Bianquinha... I'm not the kind of guy who gives his heart to just one woman."
... Why did I expect a different answer?
"Not to mention that I don't even know you very well. I'm a little crazy right now, and I've lost a lot of my common sense, but who can guarantee that you're not some psychopath who's going to have me slaughter little children?"
Yeah. He has a point... A very good point. Excellent, actually.
"All right. Let's change some terms."
I picked up the contract. It took a few more minutes to reword it.
"Done."
"..."
"What's wrong? What's the problem?"
"Bianquinha... We haven't even done anything yet. We're not even in a relationship, but you want me not to cheat on you? Come on. That request is still too general. Be more specific."
How damn annoying...
We ended up spending the next two hours drafting the contract step by step, laying out our points of contention, and finally reaching an agreement.
He really was better than expected. What he lacked in strength, he made up for in other ways.
Anyway, taking the knife, I cut my finger and signed. Lucca did the same right after I cut the tip of his finger.
Then we cut the palms of our hands. Each of us squeezing the other's hand above their mouth. Exchanging blood...
And what horrible blood, by the way. A bitter taste.
I don't know if vampires exist, but if they do, they would really hate this guy...
"You are very sweet, Bianca... Or rather, mistress? Madam? Boss? Miss? My love?"
"Shut up... Just Bianca is fine."
What's the need for that? One of your points was not to use honorifics and not to be prevented from saying anything. Even if it's cursing me or even vulgar comments...
He was so insistent on it that I ended up accepting it...
"So I'm your first, Bianquinha?"
"..."
"I see. So I'm Bianca's first."
He seemed satisfied talking, but...
"Why do you have to talk like that?"
"Like what?"
"If you talk like that, other people will misunderstand. Are you clueless?"
I really hoped he wouldn't talk like that in public...
Despite that.
"You naughty girl... What a dirty mind, Bianquinha, hahaha."
Damn him...
"Get out of here."
I ordered, clenching my fist. Regret hitting me...
Playing with me like that.
... Don't do anything stupid, Bianca.
I managed to hold myself back as I watched him leave my tent, and just as I was about to tell him to find Lydia so she could show him around the camp, he said something that left me speechless...
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, but I can't use mana right now... See you later, Bianquinha."
He said that and left...
I was stunned...
What do you mean?
Did he deceive me?