Isekai For Hire Chapter 24: So Can I Join Your Gang?

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So Can I Join Your Gang? This is the stupidest plan you’ve ever had, you know that? A spike of pain shot through Lorena’s body as a fist connected with her jaw. This isn’t so bad, I’ve been tied to a chair and blindfolded before. I should have stayed dead. Lorena let out a chuckle then winced at the sudden flood of light as Weaver ripped off the blindfold. She took a moment to look around the room. “Oh, this basement isn’t too dingy, nice job.” Harkyn was sitting cross legged on the floor, a book in his lap. He looked up and smiled at Lorena’s comment and said, “I too was quite surprised when we found this location. I believe it has to do with a thin ceiling with the shop upstairs, some of their cleansing magic must be leaking through their floor and keeping the basement relatively clean. It is actually quite peculiar as cleansing magic usually self restricts itself-” “Harkyn?” Weaver asked, rubbing his forehead. “Yes boss?” “Shut up.” “Sorry boss.” Lorena suppressed a chuckle at the exchange. Maybe you really have gone crazy. What part of this is amusing to you? I think he’s charming, that’s all. I’m surprised you don’t. He’d be more charming if we weren’t at 2% health and still tied to chair. Weaver gestured to Naith who was leaning against the far wall across from Lorena. “Heal her up.” Naith walked forward and knelt in front of Lorena. Her touch was gentle as she applied some kind of healing salve to Lorena’s many wounds. Her muscles instantly relaxed as her body felt refreshed, like she’d slept for an entire day. Her health was back to 100% in under twenty seconds. “Hit her again.” Goddess Tevraaaaah. Ren sobbed as Naith grinned, then slammed a fist into Lorena’s cheek, dropping her health to 50%. I think she’s pulling her punches. I wish she’d just end us now. Maybe if you taunt her she’ll end our suffering. “Good punch,” Lorena coughed. I wasn’t being serious! Weaver pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling hard. “Are you aware of the fact that we all have an agreement not to touch the Trade District?” “Yep,” she said with a smile, despite the taste of blood in her mouth. Did we know that? I have no idea what he’s talking about. He worked his jaw for a second before speaking. “Then, explain. Now.” “I was helping you.” Her tone was flat, serious. She could tell he was nearing his breaking point and she just needed a slight push to send him over the edge into listening, rather than over the edge toward him beating her to death. Weaver’s fist clenched. He turned away from her, paced to the far wall, pressed his palms flat against it. Breathed. When he turned back his voice was level, but barely. “How?” Lorena risked a glance at Naith, who seemed bored. She was back to leaning against the wall, staring down at her snake. Lorena trained her eyes on Weaver. “Your blacksmith job. You had a problem with the enchantments. I’ve removed that problem, for a very limited amount of time.” Harkyn rubbed his chin, his eyebrows raised. “And how did you do that?” Weaver asked. Harkyn’s face lit up. He looked at Weaver and hesitated, then couldn’t help himself. Lorena decided to let him speak, it was always better to let others do the talking and reveal something potentially useful, especially when tied to a chair. “She stole the enchanting dust for the Emberstrike Forge, rendering Elvenarr unable to perform the enchantments once they expire.” “I wasn’t asking you,” Weaver said through gritted teeth. Hello control issues. Ren said, almost amused. Lorena glanced at Harkyn and gave him a small smile. “I mean he’s not wrong.” “The dust is pre-ordered,” Weaver said, almost to himself. He started pacing. “So the forge is exposed. For how long?” “Based on the typical lead time for superior grade arcane dust—” Harkyn began. “How. Long.” Weaver snapped. “A day, perhaps two.” Weaver dragged a hand down his face. “One day. She hands us one day and thinks that buys her a spot.” “Why?” Naith asked, still leaning against the far wall. Lorena grinned,