Oruko Mercenaries (1)

I had rode back home on the stupid lion while naked and Mulk traveled behind me on the donkey. Later on it was going to be one giant headache for me. As soon as I got back home the people were surprised. They all wondered just what exactly had happened for me to come. back home naked on top of a lion.

I waved them away and went into my room. 6 maids rushed into my room and they bathed me, cleaning my body of dust, blood and sweat. They washed every part of my body extremely well.

Soon after they dried my body and then clothed me. I wore simple clothes that could be worn at home while also going for a simple walk to the market.

I then sat down on my bed. "Where is Thomas?" I asked one of the maids. He was probably outside watching people practice their martial arts or playing by himself somewhere.

"Master-" as soon as she began to speak I cut her of.

"Don't call me that! Call me leader or clan leader."

"Esteemed cla-"

"Drop the adjectives."

"Clan leader, a few hours ago after you had left.." Her voice trailed of and she looked at the floor.

"Speak, what happened?"

"Master Thomas was kidnapped." I clicked my tongue and pulled out my phone before going on Zur. It was basically YouTube but the content creators were more talented and actually worked harder.

"Tell me Muvolik to go retrieve him. If he does not want to or fails tell him that I will put him 6 feet in the ground without using a coffin." The maid immediately left. I knew Muvolik would refuse but I wanted to see how he would react after he found out about my actions.

As I was surfing through the web I discovered a livestream that I had been watching recently. It was 3 weeks old and had over 100 million viewers. It was a livestream of a war that was currently going on. I had no idea who the challenger was but I knew that the opponents were Asgardians. They fight was fierce and had been going on for a long time. Several of the Valkyrie's and several of the asgardians had been either incapacitated and unable to fight or killed. After watching for a while I turned it of and headed to the library.

"Sect Leader, what can I help you with?" the librarian asked me with a smile.

"I want all records of the clans finances and then call Mulk for me."

"Yes Leader."

The librarian brought me dozens of books and I sat down and started analysing them. Mulk arrived a short while later. He was happy and foolishly smiling for no reason.

"What are you smiling for?" I asked out of curiosity.

"At first when you had taken over our clan we thought that our clan would fall soon." Mulk replied. Bastard! Did this guy not know how to hide his thoughts?

"But after 2 weeks a lot of members are glad to have you as our sect leader. You have defeated Muvolik our most talented fighter with ease, you have also fought with the vice leader of the Golden Canary Clan and almost defeated him before he was saved. Everyone believes that you will raise the Dark Purple Rain Clan to higher levels. I speak for everyone when I say we look forward to and will support you raise the clans reputation."

It smiled at him before ordering him to sit and explain some transactions to me. If everyone in this clan accepted me or opposed me I did not care. If they accepted me it just led to less headaches for me.

The Dark Purple Rain Clan was a merchant group and they usually sold pointless stuff and weapons. They sold low level sword, spears and shields and made a decent enough profit just to get by. It was unacceptable. I was not going to allow MY clan to be low tier trash that barely survived and did not thrive.

"Hey Mulk, how much money is in the treasury currently?" I asked.

"Well so far there is... 42 gold chips, 37 silver Knuckles, 14 Knots."

I thought for a while before writing down on a paper some stuff. "Go to the market and get me these things." I said.

Mulk looked at the list and frowned. "Is there a problem?" I asked.

"No esteemed leader... but if I may ask... we do not have an apothecary so why buy pointless equipment and ingredients?"

"That is true, we do not have an apothecary... but we will once you go get what I told you to."

Mulk left the room and I was left written formulas on a paper. Usually in business, people got into the business they had a mind for. I was great at potions and poisons but since there was no war in this city and there was no demand for it I could not supply it.

But what if i created a demand for medicine and not just any medicine, potions that were made only by me?

Hours had passed and I was still writing formulas on pieces of paper when suddenly I heard a knock at the door.

"Esteemed Sect Leader Damien, there is a serious problem that has arose." A maid was outside the door.

"Speak!"

"Sir Muvolik has come back injured. His injuries are life threatening." I cracked my neck and stood up before heading outside.

"Where is he?" I asked.

"In the infirmary sir." The maid jogged slightly just so that she could keep up with me walking. I reached the infirmary and I saw Muvolik on a mattress. His entire body was covered in blood as well as the mattress and the surroundings. His face was swollen and his legs were broken.

I reached into my pouch and pulled out a small vial. I held it over his nose and he woke up immediately.

"What happened?" I asked. Muvolik let out an animalistic roar of pain and scratched his head.

I suppose healing him before questioning him would be better.

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