High-Class Mob

Chapter 25: Not for me!

Colt woke up at around 6 when the sun was just about to set. His body felt light as if every part of his body was liberated from any form of inconvenience.

“You’re finally awake, my dear husband.”

Colt looked at the side and saw Mina who was already dressed and is helping him unpack his clothing. Adjacent to him was also food that still had steam coming out of it.

Colt was just about to ask how she knew he would wake up but she already had an answer for it.

“I woke you up using magic, of course, you will miss your training if you don’t get ready.”

This is kind of weird for Colt as there are still questions in his head, but he chose not to ask them as they were not that important. He has doubts but chose to believe; he is not naïve enough to not doubt some of her intentions but Colt still believes Mina means no harm to him.

‘I wouldn’t be waking up if she’s dangerous for me.’

Colt half-joked inside his head. He knows that his attraction and emotion to her are genuine, and he also knows what to do in order to live. He just needs to be honest and embrace what is to come…well if worse comes to worst he has something up his sleeves.

That night, Colt trained like hell and when the time came and he collapsed because of exhaustion, he found himself in his room with a revitalized body.

It would have been any other day, but today was the day that Mina would have to leave for someplace else. And as Colt prepared himself, he stepped out of his room and knocked on Mina’s door.

The door opened silently as Mina stepped out with a trunk that’s around half her height.

“Let me help you carry that.”

“Thank you, my dear husband.”

Mina did not do anything to argue and just let Colt take the trunk. She said nothing which was weird, and until she was about to board the carriage, she said only one thing…

“I will be leaving now.” Before going for a quick hug on Colt. She blushed as she was seen by the maid nearby but as she separated from Colt, she made sure to whisper in some words, “I’ll be back in a bit.”

Her words were soft but also piercing. When Colt met eye to eye with her, he smiled as he nodded his head, “I’ll be awaiting your return.”

When Mina finally boarded the carriage and left for someplace else, she gave Colt one final look before leaving. When she finally left through the gates, Colt knew that for a time, he was free to do whatever it is that he wants without Mina getting on the way.

‘Though it would be best to avoid meeting any woman.’

Mina is the daughter of a Marquis, it would not be weird if she has several eyes in the city. Colt sighed, he was free to do what he wants but he is also restricted, thankfully the restriction is not so tight around the things he actually wishes to do.

Two days, there are still two days before Colt goes to the academy, and to make proper preparations, he would be needing two things also – a proper sword and a pet.

With that said, Colt went on a trip outside, alone, his destination was in a weapon shop, and with him was a few hundred Perum.

If converted, he has at least 5,000,000 Priba. This is the pocket money he got from his father. This should at least last him for the next two months but he was sure that he’ll be able to last with this much money.

Back on earth, he didn’t have to spend 5,000,000 in a single day, he only needed a few hundred to survive.

So, he was pretty confident that this will last him for the next couple of months he will be staying in the capital.

He heads out with a carriage and asked the coachman to bring him to the best smithy in town.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of metal hitting metal eached the ears of those outside the smithy.

‘Astora Forgery…is the owner named Andrew?’

He asked himself this simple question.

The smithy looked left alone and had never been taken care of, the walls are covered with dark patches from the smoldering heat it comes across every single day.

He looked at the coachman as if to confirm if this was the place and the coachman only gave him a big thumbs up without saying anything, like a man of few words.

Colt took a step inside and as he did!

Bang!

A broken blade of a sword flew across his face and almost tore his face. It missed him by hairs breathed and as he looked at the blade.

‘Goddamn, I think I do have plot armor.’ This was a world of a novel, Colt was very aware of that fact, and seeing such a thing happen to him, made him sigh in relief that it truly was a world of a novel.

‘This is good, good, even if it’s this kind of plot armor, I’ll be satisfied.’

“Damnit, why can’t this motherfucking piece of garbage ever withstand the power!? What ingredient, should I use to complete this thing?”

As Colt looked at the Blacksmith, he wished to approach the blacksmith making a ruckus so he can get the hell out of the forge but as he approached, the blacksmith raged even more so than before and smashed the sword on the adjacent stone table!

Bang!

Swoosh!

Colt felt a sting on his cheeks and when he touched it, there was blood. He looked behind and another blade was sticking on the wall.

“Yup, this place is not for me.”

He decided to leave.

‘Getting a pet first should be a fine choice.’

But as he was just about to take a step out of the smithy, he heard another banging sound and another blade flew out and grazed his other cheek!

“Goddammit, old man!!”

Colt was pissed!