Smell

Austria, June 11th 1797

9:06 AM

Ludwig stood staring at Lukas for a few seconds. "E-Excuse me, boy? Could you please say it again?" he asked.

Lukas sighed. "I want you to work for me," he said.

Ludwig then bursted out in laughter. "Who do you think I am? I like my job! If I was hired by you, I would just make a few weapons, and then you would no longer ask me for anything," he said.

Lukas nodded his head in understanding. "I figured you'd say that, so I guess you'll like this proposal," he cleared his throat. "You'll come to work for me in the compound. There's a smithy and a place for you to live there, where you'll be able to do your usual works, however, you'll give me a little discount when I ask your for one," the blonde boy said.

Ludwig raised his brow. "Hm, that sounds good, but what's the catch?" he asked.