Chapter 37 – Simplified Analyze Status(Self)(Evolvable)

Chapter 37 – Simplified Analyze Status(Self)(Evolvable)

"Hm... I will name you Farus." Gerhart decided.

"Is there a reason behind the name?" Hope asked.

"Yeah, I know a guy named Farus. He was quite the greedy bootlicker, picking on the weak while worshipping the strong. I thought it would thus be a suitable name for a bootlicking dog." Gerhart explained with a malicious grin.

It was the name of his mine manager from his previous life, a greedy bastard who would bully the slaves and embezzle money. But when he faced a superior, he would treat them better than his parents and offer bribes.

"Pft... My lord, you have an evil sense of humor." Havre stifled a laugh.

"Farus, hah? I sincerely wish you will show more backbone when facing the enemy from now on." Hope said with an amused grin.

"Awo?" Farus tilted its head, not understanding anything.

If it knew the origin of its new name, it would likely weep.

"Hm... Now then, let's see what talents you have." Gerhart muttered and petted Farus.

Thrall: Farus's worthy qualities:Talent - Survivalist: 200

Talent - Bully: 100

Talent - Beginner Olfaction: 9

Talent - Intermediate Danger Perception: 100

Talent - Intermediate Intimidation: 10

"Yeah, those are the talents and skills of one who bullies the weak and fears the strong." Gerhart thought. "But on second thought, they are also practical. It wouldn't have survived this long without them."

Gerhart remembered that evolutions can improve a creature's base stats and talents. Curious, he asked Hope. "Hey, Hope. Can I help it evolve?"

"Indirectly, yes. Depending on the race and talents, they would evolve after their base stats and level reach a certain point." Hope said.

"I see... then I will refrain from blessing it for now.

A Dire Wolf was an E-rank monster. Although strong, it was still tamable. But if it became a D or C-rank monster, it would be a different story.

"Farus," Gerhart said to his new pet.

"Wawu!" Farus straightened itself.

"Find prey," Gerhart ordered.

"Woof!" Farus barked in acknowledgment and sniffed the ground.

After ten seconds, it started walking in a direction.

"Follow it," Gerhart said.

The trio followed Farus for a minute until they found a boar.

"A boar, hah? It would do." Hope nodded.

"Farus, can you hunt it?" Gerhart asked while pointing at the boar.

"Wow!" Farus barked and eagerly charged at the boar.

The boar noticed the calf-sized Dire Wolf charge at it and got filled with dread. If it was a regular wolf, the boar would fight it, but a Dire Wolf was faster, bigger, and more powerful, able to cut through the dense defenses of its hide and muscles like it was nothing.

What happened next could only be described by Gerhart as a one-sided slaughter. Farus first bit and clawed at the boar's hind legs before climbing on top and biting its neck.

"Woof!" Farus stood on the boar's carcass, its mouth bloody, declaring victory.

"Good job, Farus." Gerhart smiled and petted the wolf.

Farus closed its eyes, its tail wagging in contentment at being praised.

"My lord, we should disembowel and bleed the boar quickly before it starts to rot." Havre reminded.

"Right. Let's do that." Gerhart nodded and was about to field-dress it.

"My lord?! I will do it. Please, don't lower yourself to do such dirty work." Havre quickly stopped him.

"Ah. Yeah. Please, help me with it." Gerhart stopped himself, realizing he slipped into a habit from his previous life.

As Deadmeat, he lost count of the carcasses he had to disassemble and field-dress to the point he got too used to it.

Gerhart used the rope they brought to tie the boar to a large branch they found, and he and Hope carried it on their shoulders while Havre and Farus guarded them.

After trekking for several miles, they returned to the village. At the fortified entrance, Gerhart saw two women. The first was Albatia, who lightly smiled when she saw Gerhart but pretended not to know him. The other was a herculean woman about his size in her late twenties with a halberd. Gerhart found her a good-looker, but she was more handsome and heroic than beautiful.

"Kerry, Albatia! We returned with some game." Havre greeted the two guards.

"Havre, glad you returned safely." Kerry tenderly smiled at Havre and then looked at the others. Her eyes lit up when looking at Hope but dimmed when looking at Gerhart. When she saw Farus, however, she frowned. "A Dire Wolf? I don't remember anyone taming one recently."

"Gerhart tamed it. It is very tame and obedient." Havre explained.

"Farus, sit and say hello," Gerhart said.

"Woof! Woof!" [Hello, master's bitch and scary weird female!] Farus sat and barked.

"Thank the gods they can't understand it." Gerhart had cold sweat on his forehead.

"Hoh... Either your taming talent is superb, or it is intelligent and afraid enough to follow you. Otherwise, even if you saved its life, it wouldn't be grateful enough to become a pet." Kerry commented.

After scrutinizing Farus, she nodded and made her decision.

"Albatia! Fetch the beast collar and restrainer." Kerry ordered.

"Yes, Captain." Albatia walked into the village.

"Havre, you and the pretty Mousekin can bring back the game. It would spoil if left alone for too long." Kerry motioned toward the village. "The guest will stay with the Dire Wolf for now."

"None taken." Havre waved her hand.

"Just a fair warning, I never massaged before." Gerhart reminded.

"I already know, but I still want to try. Consider me a practicing target." Libby happily pointed at herself. "But having Havre here to overlook things is reassuring."

"We have two hours until I need to pick Timmy up, so let's not waste any more time. Okay~?"

"Right." Gerhart nodded.

Without feeling shame, Libby undressed herself naked, revealing a body that didn't lose to Irene's, and lay on the massage bed. "I'll be in your care, hun~." She said, relaxing her body.

"Okay... Time to test those new skills..." Gerhart picked up the scented oil container and got to work.

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Initially, Gerhart obediently gave Libby a massage, finding pesky knots and undoing them, but later continued by giving her a happy end until she was like a boiled shrimp. Before she could gather herself, he plunged into her repeatedly while activating his dominating touch. Like a spider wrapping a paralyzed prey while shooting his venom inside her, he wrapped layer upon layer on her until-

Libby Elkington has converted successfully.

"Hue... My Husband~ No more~..." Libby muttered with a silly look, twitching on the massage bed in a weird position, white venom dripping between her legs.

"Well, that was too easy." Gerhart thought, sitting on a chair while Havre knelt in front of his crotch, her head bobbing up and down while touching herself. "Letting me massage them is like fighting with their hands tied behind their back. Although it is the most efficient way to get what I want, I should try doing things without the initial message and use it on the go. I will test it on Hope tonight."

And then, his thoughts shifted to Libby's talents and skills.

Thrall: Libby Elkington's worthy qualities:Talent - Beginner Item Appraisal: 10

Talent - Intermediate Jewel Smithing: 100

Talent - Beginner Enchanting: 10

Skill - Intermediate Jewel Smithing: 10

Skill - Beginner Enchanting: 1

Gerhart had no interest in jewel smithing, but enchanting and Item Appraisal were worth his attention. Enchanting was the way to make magical items, and Item Appraisal was a talent to view the details of items. It was only 21 points in total, so he took them all.

The result-

{Massage Table: A wooden table with an insulated mattress built for massages. Sturdy enough for more intense activities.}

{Scented Massage Oil: Seed oil mixed with flower extracts. It moisturizes the skin and is a good lubricant for sensual acts. It leaves a slightly sticky feeling, stains clothes, and might cause a slippery floor.}

{Human Female: A female of an enlightened and populous mammalian humanoid race inhabiting this world.}

Gerhart found that the Item Appraisal could appraise objects and people, but it gave an objective, generic appraisal.

"Luckily, Item Appraisal is an uncommon talent only one in a thousand have, and only Libby has it in the village. Otherwise, it would be problematic if someone detected Irene's aphrodisiac." Gerhart thought.

Although he was uncertain whether this talent could perceive the aphrodisiac, caution is necessary.

And then, Gerhart's thoughts shifted to Libby's son, Timmy, who had the talent he coveted. "Finally, I can get that talent... But first..." His eyes moved to Havre, diligently cleaning him.

"Havre, I'm getting close. go harder, please." Gerhart requested.

"Slurp* Mmm... With pleasure, my lord~. Haum..." Havre upped her pace.

Soon, Gerhart reached his limit and released it in her mouth, and Havre devotedly drank it all, not letting a drop go. At the same time, her body shivered. When done, she carefully cleaned him with a towel and hot water.

"Havre, tell me, don't you want to do it? I am surprised you didn't suggest it until now." Gerhart said while Havre cleaned him.

"I would be overjoyed to give you my purity, my lord. However, I wish to save it for a special occasion." Havre smiled and looked Gerhart in the eyes, desire in her eyes. "As I am now, I am a half-baked Sword Saint, so taking my chastity now would be a waste. Wouldn't it be more pleasing and memorable for you to take my purity when I am a full-fledged Sword Saint?"

"Taking the virginity of a true Sword Saint? The type of existence even my previous masters called a monster?" Gerhart blinked his eyes, imagining such an achievement.

"Ah~ You got a bit harder~," Havre delightedly said. "Would my lord like me to clean it again?"

"As tempting as it is, I have another talent to get. We'll continue later." Gerhart said and got up. "Libby, if you finished resting, you should get up. Timmy is waiting for you."

"Yesh..." Libby muttered, forcing herself to get up.

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In Irene's home-

"Uncle Gerhart can make me stronger?" Timmy's eyes shined like stars.

"Yes. It is a wonderful power. But you must keep it secret." Libby smiled and explained to her son.

"Can I be a hero like in those stories?!" Timmy asked, taking his mother's words for a fact.

As a five-year-old child, he has yet to develop the necessary means to reason and suspect. That doubled for his mother.

"If you have the talent, I don't see why not." Gerhart walked over and knelt.

If Timmy showed the talent of a heroic figure, Gerhart would invest in him. As a conqueror, he felt a drive to bring out and develop the skills of his subjects. Even if not, he could improve his talent a bit.

"Okay!" Timmy readily agreed.

With his consent, Gerhart placed a hand on him and converted him. Timmy showed no resistance, accepting the warmth he felt.

Timmy Elkington has converted successfully.

"My lord!" Timmy opened his eyes and said in adoration.

"Just call me uncle." Gerhart smiled and greedily checked Timmy's talents

Thrall: Timmy Elkington's worthy qualities:Talent - Simplified Analyze Status(Self)(Evolvable): 1

Talent - Beginner Deep Mana Reserves: 10

"Hm? No Animal Communication? Right, I probably have it. Simplified Analyze Status(Self) sure is cheap, though..." Gerhart thought. But soon, he noticed something. "Wait... Evolvable?!"