Chapter 56 Musketeers or Stooges

An old man with a physique of a body builder and a red headed young man is facing one another.

The silence in the room is deafening. The tension in the room is so thick you can cut it with a knife.

The red headed young man wishes that the ground just swallow him whole to escape this predicament.

"I may look like this however in my younger days I'm a lady killer you know." says by the old man with an air of confidence while puffing his toned chest. "Trust me, once you saw my grand daughter you'll be head over heels for."

Cleo didn't actually doubt his words. He can see that the old man is indeed has a good looking face. The scar on his face only enhances he's manly charisma.

"I have no doubt you're telling the truth sir." replied by Cleo while scratching his head, figuring how to escape this awkward situation.

"If that's the case. What's with the hesitation?" asked by the old man. "Don't call me sir, just call me grandpa from now on." he added.

Alger loves her grand daughter however he's love for power is greater. To produce a strong offspring, it needs a strong parents.

Knowing her grand daughter more than her parents. She will not oppose this arrangement. Love is only secondary when they're talking about marriage. Having a strong spouse is the priority.

"I already have a fiance." reluctantly replied by Cleo. To stop the advances of the old man.

He might not be telling the truth but he's confident that Leah will not oppose the idea if he one day proposes to her.

The old man raise one of his eye brows upon hearing the answer of Cleo.

"Fiance? From what noble house?" asked by the old man with a disappointed tone.

Cleo panic upon hearing the question. He's doing his best to hide it from the old man in front of him.

Should he just use Valerie's last name?

But he's not entirely sure what is her current relationship with her family or if her house can be actually called a noble family.

He stops overthinking before smoke comes out from his head. The answer is obvious.

"Were just both commoners. I appreciate the offer but I think your grand daughter deserve a husband with a higher status than mine." replied by Cleo after racking his brain for an answer.

He's confident with this answer. Now their conversation should be back on its way to the original track.

"Do you think I will wed my grand daughter to a bunch of entitled brats?" says by the old man. "There might be high level young nobles but all of them use Golden Egg to boost their levels." he added.

"Gaining easy levels from a Golden Egg is fine however you still need to complete the Job Quest and having an actual combat experience matters the most." explained by the old man. "If what you're saying about yourself being a commoner is true then there's no way you can achieved that level by using Golden Egg." he added.

The difference of power between a person who achieved levels through grinding experiences and using only Golden Eggs is abysmal.

Combat experience, mental fortitude, critical thinking, etc. can only be learn through actual combat against monsters.

Its like comparing two person with the same weight but with different muscle tones and physique.

The offer is very enticing however Cleo loved Leah unconditionally. Even if he didn't, he's conscience will prevent him from pursuing this marriage knowing Leah's love for him.

She's the one who stays by his side when even his father ignored him as if he didn't existed.

She's also the reason why he can properly look at himself in the mirror without reminding her of his mother due to their hair and eye color being the same.

Leah changed not only he's lonely existence, she also unknowingly supported him emotionally and mentally.

Seeing the red headed young man's resolve. The old man can't help but to let out a sigh of disappointment.

"You don't need to give an answer right away. Think about it. At least have a dinner with her after we deal with Camilla." says by the old man.

He knew this red headed young man won't change his decision however this is a rare opportunity. He's an idiot if he didn't try his best to secure this marriage.

The old man offered a tour to the red headed young man. Cleo accepted the offer since he didn't think he can afford to turn down this old man twice in one day.

Cleo's gaze shift to the entrance where he came from before entering this room. Upon second glance he realize one thing. Hallows Guild is too wealthy. The door was not only made with a gold finish but instead it is made with pure gold.

If not for the tempting yet obnoxious offer of marriage. He will give it all to join this guild, alas it may do cause more problems than solve them.

A creaking sound came from the golden door. Once it was open wide enough three elves comically fall on top of each other. The scene that looks like it came from a comedy show caught both Alger and Cleo by surprise.

Alger covers his face with his palm from the second hand embarrassment while Cleo immediately check their status with his Reaper's Eyes. Aside from the one on the very top the other two are just novice.

[Brett] [Lv. 31]

[Race: Human]

[Job: Swordsman]

[Class Skill]

Sword Mastery | Sword Dash | Sword Wave | Dragon Dive (Unique)

"G-Guild Master I can explain..." says by the young man with a jet black hair and a handsome face.

"Then explain." says by Alger.

"We were here to report our daily training." explained by Brett while handing out three pieces of scroll to Alger. 'Who's this bum?' he says inwardly while giving a disdainful look at Cleo.

"Is that all?" asked by Alger. He's previous monstrous composure is back.

"Guild Master we didn't mean to eavesdrop but may I ask one thing?" says by Brett. "You're joking when you offer the hand of Lady Eris to this commoner, right?" he added.

"Of course the Guild Master is joking!" says by his plump lackey.

"You know our Guild Master wants to tease sometimes." added by the frail looking lackey.

The three burst out laughing.

"That's none of your business, now go back to training." ordered by Alger with a serious tone.

The three eavesdropper suddenly stop laughing.

"G-Guild Master, you're joking right?" asked by Brett once again. "Right?" he added.