Orario and balance 2.287

As Viggo wanted to learn to play the lyre he looked for teachers, but within his wives, women who mastered many arts, none knew how to play the lyre. So, Viggo asked here and there and this led him to meet a very special person so to speak. A god, one who was associated with merchants, deception, and theft. Hermes, the messenger of the gods.

Viggo sent him a message and they met at a small food place in the Dedalus region, a place Viggo rarely visited. At least, since he was almost killed as a child and Tsubaki saved him. After that he was sent to train with his master and never came again.

Hermes was sitting in a corner of the food place. A man in his twenty-five, blond, wearing a fedora hat with a white feather on the left side and a red scarf around his neck. Otherwise, he wore a green jacket, beige trousers, and black leather boots. Of course, he stood out for his beauty like all the gods.

Viggo advanced through the local food, totally out of tune. He wore noble black clothes and white embroidery. His red hair drew attention as if someone had lit a red lantern in the middle of the night.

—Hello— said Viggo, when he reached the table of the god Hermes, opened the chair, and sat down. The latter lifted his fedora hat with his index finger and looked at him with a sly smile.

—Good afternoon, Viggo— said Hermes —How are you? You like the place?—

—A little, it looks cozy, of course, if the other tables did not look at me so intensely everything would be easier—

Hermes smiled kindly, snapped his fingers, and all the adventurers who were in the food place, came out.

—Thank you— Viggo replied without bothering

—You're welcome, okay? So that the promising king of the gods wanted to see mee— said Hermes —at this moment you are the talk of Orario, either because of your beautiful wives or because of your striking wives. Aaah, yes, also by your strength—

—I haven't shown anything yet, in another year no one will remember my wives, and everyone will hold the air hoping I won't hear them breathe—

—Did you kill Zeus that way?— asked Hermes insidiously.

—Aaaah, don't remind me— Viggo replied casually as if he didn't care —it was a rookie crime, first time and terrible, I almost died, I was very clumsy. However, I have learned one thing or another, if you want, I show you?—

Hermes began to breathe cold and laughed uncomfortably, since, if Viggo killed him and took away his divinity, it would be a death in every sense of the word, without second chances or anything —better not, let's leave it for another day— he said.

—Well, as you wish, you can always let me know— replied Viggo, who this time was the one laughing in a clever way —returning to the subject of why I wanted to see you, I want to learn to play the lyre and I understand that you know something about that—

—If you want to learn to play the lyre, I recommend Apollo, he knows a lot about music—

—Yes, but he's not such a funny guy. I've been told that you know a lot of things about everybody. That kind of knowledge can always serve me. Of course, I don't expect you to do it for free—

—I like the way you talk—

—Thank you, I also like the way I talk—

Hermes remained silent not knowing what to respond to someone who praised himself. He gave an awkward chuckle, thought about it a little, and said —OK, let's start with the basics, you need something, and I have someone close to me who needs something. I teach you to play the lyre and you help that person to collect some reagents. She's young and pretty, please don't make your move in her—

—Pretty women abound— said Viggo —but few can really capture your attention and burn your brain with provocations. Very few, friends of mine, very few. Besides, you already said it, everyone talks about my wives, so I know what I'm talking about—

—Well, in that case there will be no problems— said Hermes, snapping his fingers and continuing —Asfi, come here—

The next instant came out from behind the counter of the local food a girl with turquoise hair, wavy and a serious expression. She wore glasses, pretty looking and short in stature.

Viggo looked at her and as a reflex effect Asfi blushed, but she tried to maintain her serious character and positioned herself next to Hermes.

—Asfi, Viggo will help you collect the reagents, and you can start developing your skill— Hermes said in a soft, kind-sounding voice.

—Much pleasure, Asfi— said Viggo, holding out his hand as he looked into her eyes.

—Do you know what privacy is?— asked Hermes with a frown.

—Do you think I need anything special to know about her? You are a god; you should know the extent of a power—

Asfi was confused by the conversation of the two while Hermes let out a sigh and remembered that this boy who represents about twenty years, sooner or later would be the king of the gods. He was a god born in this world and unlike the gods who descended from heaven, he could occupy his power without restraint. Hermes wondered at what level Viggo had developed his divinity.

Asfi saw Viggo with his hand outstretched, he didn't seem to be a bad person. She reached out and shook his hand. She felt that Viggo's hands were huge, he could almost wrap both of hers. Too big, she thought, but then she thought of him, with his red hair, his big bearing and those blue eyes looking into her eyes. She immediately pushed her hand away and became even redder than before.

Hermes looked at Asfi and asked casually —Are you going to be, okay? If you behave like this, will you not even be able to tell him the things you need from the dungeon? How about giving you a list of items? Maybe he can buy them without having to go to the dungeon. This guy is wealthy so don't cut yourself. His father, mother and wife are the best blacksmiths in Orario—

—My father and mother I understand but keep an eye on Tsubaki— Viggo said with a frown.

—People pay to know, and I know much more than the vast majority—

—Shall we shake hands?—

—No thanks, I like my privacy—

—Even though you don't respect that of others?—

—It's part of the business—

—If you say so—

—I, I, I can do it— said Asfi with difficulty —don't worry, I won't let you down, Mr. Hermes—

—Well, if you insist— said Hermes, looked at Viggo and continued —I hope you take good care of Asfi, she is a girl who used to be a princess—

—Mr. Hermes?!— protest Asfi

—Don't worry, this guy already knows— Hermes replied helplessly —so that's fine—

—That's Asfi Andromeda, that's how you say it, isn't it?— asked Viggo with a sly smile. Asfi looked at him, could not hold his gaze for more than five seconds and after that she looked down.

—Asfi— said Viggo, Asfi didn't look, and Viggo let out a sigh —if you're so shy, it's going to be hard for you to move in this area. This guy walks between the fine line of espionage and being an informant, so you need to learn how to keep up appearances—

Asfi barely raised his face and stared at Viggo for a few seconds. She nodded and looked down again.

—Ok, let's leave it at that— said Viggo —I have time this week, after that I'll be busy—

—Any pleasure trips?— asked Hermes playfully

—If you're going to spy on me, at least try hard to get my information—

—Stingy— replied Hermes —well, in that case, how about we start with Lyra classes right away—

—No, I don't have time— said Viggo —I have some errands to do—

—I see, in that case, go tomorrow with Asfi to look for the reagents. They are all from the twenty-fifth floor, in the jungle region. She knows all the plants and items she must collect; she just needs a bodyguard—

—How convenient, isn't it?—

—Hey, it's a small exchange, I have the rest of my people busy with other matters. Asfi is new and has not yet been established in a working group—

—Well, little by little, there is no need to rush. However, if at any time you get bored of it you can pass your debt to me—

—We have a soul contract, I'm sorry, it's not that simple—

—You're a cunning fox, did you know?—

—Thank you very much—

Viggo gave a chuckle as if he were having fun, but he really envied Hermes. Asfi was young, naïve and came from a troubled background. Thanks to allowing her to escape from such an environment, Asfi had made a stupid pact with the worst possible god. Asfi's ability was so rare that Viggo considered killing Hermes, but no, killing Hermes would achieve a score of four on a scale of one to ten. Asfi was young and naïve, the only thing Viggo would achieve is that she fears him and looks for a way to escape from him. Hermes was a lucky bastard, Viggo couldn't deny it. However, there was the case of Bell's aunt, Alfia, who at first feared him, but because of the vibes and attitudes he had, Viggo was sure that if he seduced her, she would give in easily. Alfia was beautiful, she was a temptation, but being Bell's aunt, it was out of the question to be cruel to her. It could be said that Alfia was still lucky, very lucky.

Viggo got up from his chair and said —OK, see you tomorrow Asfi. Wait for me at the entrance of the dungeon type seven in the morning—

Asfi looked up for a brief instant and nodded. Viggo smiled, winked at her, but all he got was for her to blush and look down. Viggo chuckled, looked at Hermes, nodded, and Hermes sent him away by raising and lowering his fedora hat.

Viggo left the restaurant and quickly returned the adventurers who acted as customers. Viggo continued walking without paying attention, but a small, pointy-eared guy of the Pallum race followed closely. Viggo raised his right hand, pulled out a knife from his ring, and threw it back without looking. The knife was lost in an alley, and a cry of pain was heard.

Viggo continued to move away from the Dedalus district and quickly reached the main avenue. Then he goes south and arrive at the guild of adventurers. There were two beautiful angels waiting for him who unfortunately had done a destruction. Both looked beautiful in one-piece dresses that attached to their bodies with a slim figure while their breasts and butt looked prominent. However, no matter how beautiful they looked, they had a temperament of a thousand demons. Around they were fifteen knocked out adventurers, some with several missing teeth.

—Viggo— roared his aunt Aina, administrator of the guild of adventurers. Viggo looked to the side and saw the elf girl with green hair and pointed ears —take your wives, they are pure trouble—

—Auntie, I can explain this— said Viggo, showing the palm of his hands as if he were innocent.

—I'm not interested— Aina replied with a frown —take your wives and explain that they don't go around beating half the world because they don't like the way they talk to them. They are forbidden to return to the guild for one month—

Viggo let out a sigh, nodded and then walked to Rosewisse and Brunnhilde who were standing, surrounded by all the knocked-out adventurers. There was blood on the floor, so more than one must have run away before everything ended so badly.

Viggo took Brunnhilde by the left hand and Rosewisse by the right. He carries them outside as fast as he could while their idle-arms Aunt Aina looked at them with a frown.