Chapter 84: Gaze
Joey, Antoninus is back. I told him you would probably need two guards for the place, Lucillus says with the big Elf in tow.
Antoninus! Sure!
Huh, Lucillus told me you need security, and he got a contract for both of us, he says while scratching his head, slightly uncomfortable at the thought. Captain Drusillus was busy today. Hes been having many spats with the Adventurers Guild lately. But at least he didnt have any problems with our contracts.
Well, thats perfect! I laugh.
I dont really need the two of them after uncovering a part of Stans secret identity, but the more, the merrier. Plus, they can probably help intimidate adventurers. No one wants to mess with the Watch, I figure.
Plus, I need someone to help me partition this place.
Thats not in our job description, Lucillus says with a frown. And you need to sign our contracts
Give them to Lucinda and tell her she can forge my signature. Or just sign her name. We are getting married at some point, so itll be the same.
Stan told me that you and Lucinda Lucillus cranes his neck forward in a suggestive manner.
Oh yeah, baby. Up top, I tell the man while raising my hand.
What? Lucillus looks at my hand.
Slap my hand like this, I say while high-fiving myself.
Humans, Lucillus grumbles as he gives me the high-five.
Antoninus! I shout with my hand still up.
The other Elf slaps my hand so strongly I wince.
Well, now, Lucillus, you are next. Soon, I want to become Uncle to yours and Flaminias children.
Antoninus looks with wide eyes at his mate.
Meh, whatever. Cats are better.
The dog sniffs at me with disdain, raising a humongous paw in a dismissive motion.
Even the dog has attitude here. Insane, I grab my hair, exasperated.
Eventually, the night comes, and Stan has already pulled a few homeless off the streets. I made them prepare the dough and scrub the kitchen clean. Its not much, but they do not have the manual dexterity for rolling the croissants. Ill have them practice tomorrow, but tonight Id rather prepare it myself. Im fast enough that it only took me two hours to prepare more than a thousand croissants. My arms feel like jelly, but dear Stanimal bought some stamina potions, and thats what Im currently sipping.
Sure, Id like to sip coffee more than this weird stuff, or maybe Id simply put a stamina potion in my coffee, in the same way my father used to put rum in his coffee. Or one of those weird Italian liqueurs, like Sambuca.
Anyway, I have four new helpers now, all former homeless men. It took me a little to learn all their names, but Im quite confident now. Stan watches them with the sharp eyes of a hawk, ready to pounce if they do something wrong.
At some point, though, I start feeling bad about the gaze the old Elf is shooting those people, and I go to talk to my new manager.
Yo, Stanimal. I think theyre scared of you; drop the gaze a bit before someone shits themselves. Even if they make a mistake or steal a couple of coins, its fine. This is their first day. We dont need perfection, ok?
The old man looks at me and then, curiously, at himself. He relaxes his shoulders and slowly nods, as if he just went back to being the regular Stan that I met in Amorium.
Sorry, Joey.
Thats all he says, and its fine with me.
Not a problem, man. Ill fire up the ovens soon. Do we have any healing potions if someone gets burned? You bought a clock, but these people are probably not used to being around dangerously hot stuff. We need to time the ins and outs to avoid relying on stupid skills. By the way, great thinking, the clock, I laugh.
We have healing potions, and I have made a little unguent in case anyone gets a nasty burn. That should be enough. Hows our next product coming along?
Tight, I smile sneakily.
If they loved croissants, they should be ready to be mind-blown soon because thats not the only European recipe I know.
Hehe.