The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

After seeing Desmond leaving, Katrina's expression changed. She headed behind the guild and took a mirror. Chanting a spell, the reflection from the mirror slowly turned into the shadow of a tent. 

Even though Katrina didn't see her Guildmaster, she still informed him of important things. "Guild master, I got the latest information from Desmond."

"Wait a minute." And as she guessed, there was a sound from the reflection of the glass.

Katrina saw the glass move and finally showed the form of her Guildmaster, who seemed to be tidying things and chanting a spell in the room.

"Okay, report it now."

Katrina recounted the events that had happened at the guild and also told her suspicions about Desmond; she also explained the attack.

Hearing this, Issac frowned.

"Did you really see his status clearly?" Issac seemed not to care about the attack; his tone this time was not like a question but more threatening.

"Yes, master, I've checked it many times, but the status is really like that," Katrina replied in a tone filled with confidence.

Seeing Katrina's behavior like this, reminding him of the past, he let out a long sigh before finally confirming something.

"Katrina, how long have you been working with me?"

Katrina was confused by sudden her Guildmaster's question; she answered uncertainly.

"Mmm… five years maybe?"

Issac shook his head.

"And it's been five years, but you haven't been able to realize the strange thing about it? This time try to trust your instincts. "

Issac asked again, making Katrina tilt her head.

"What do you mean .... Master? " All this talk confused her; she couldn't even grasp the hidden words of his Guildmaster; there was also a circle rolling in her eyes. 

Issac, who was in the glass reflection, was seen taking the glass containing wine; he drank a little of the wine and put the glass beside him.

"Well, I'm gonna ask you again, did not you see the boy use skills, 1st swordsman?"

"Yes, master."

"But when he drops the blood, it is very inversely proportional, right?"

"Right ... that's right, master." Katrina nodded repeatedly.

"So what steps should you take next?"

This time the question from his Guildmaster made her so confused that it hurt her head.

"Wait a minute, master ...."

She held her head, trying to process the words from her Guildmaster and wanting to relieve her headache.

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After a few minutes, Katrina's expression slowly changed, from bewilderment to utter shock.

"Wh ... Did I make a mistake ..." She asked, trembling.

"Yes, so you know what you are doing now?"

"Ye ... s master."

After that, the glass reflection returned to normal, leaving Katrina looking very surprised at this fact.

"Stupid!" she hit her head repeatedly and slammed it against the wall.

"Okay, I hope that kid hasn't gone too far."

Blood spilled from her forehead, and she returned to the front of the guild table; immediately ran towards the exit. 

When the guards saw Katrina's condition, they were shocked, they wanted to follow her, but they saw Katrina waving her hand and looked in a hurry.

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Meanwhile, on the road leading to the house.

After leaving the guild, people saw Desmond just continuing to walk like a man who didn't know the direction, but in truth, he was thinking of other ways to make money and make ends meet.

At that moment, he passed the clothing store where Elizabeth used to shop. Because his mind is not focused on the road, it makes him unaware that someone is waving at him.

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Meanwhile, in front of the clothes shop, Elizabeth was the one who waved at Desmond, she tried to greet him, but Desmond didn't stop. Confused, she tried to approach Desmond but was stopped by the person beside him.

"Wait, Eliz, aren't you afraid of him?"

Clark is the person; ever since Desmond's victory over Gibson, many nasty rumors have circulated about Desmond. Desmond was like a devil and had no mercy; even people saw Elizabeth was afraid of him when the match is done. 

Since Clark didn't see Desmond's fight in person, he could only conclude that Desmond was the same person as Matson.

But when he heard Elizabeth's story about her saving Desmond, Clark felt jealous of him. For the second time, there was a feeling that Elizabeth would be taken away by Desmond, seeing from Elizabeth's attitude who looked very happy when talking about Desmond.

I won't let you take it; after years of trying to get close to this beautiful girl, this is the last chance God gave me.

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It was only after Desmond passed them that Elizabeth removed Clark's hand from her mouth and looked at Clark with a frown.

"What are you doing?"

"Aren't you afraid?"

Clark asked once again upon seeing Elizabeth's gaze, which seemed so stubborn about this kind of stupid thing.

"Not." Elizabeth denies it, and she wants to go after Desmond.

As Clark saw this, his feelings about Elizabeth strengthened. He accidentally grabbed Elizabeth and hugged her tightly from behind.

"Please don't, Eliz, I don't know why, but I feel like you will be further away if you approach him," he spoke pleadingly, and it touched Elizabeth's heart.

Hearing this, Elizabeth stopped revolting; she fell silent.

"I don't know what your relationship is, but I got a message from the mother that person is dangerous."

Clark couldn't see Elizabeth's expression because it was covered in hair. But he thought Elizabeth was thinking about his words.

Elizabeth suddenly turned around and looked at Clark with an expression of uncertainty.

"Actually... I also don't know why, but I can feel there is something odd about it."

The look in Clark's eyes turned cold upon hearing this; he turned to the walking Desmond and gave him a gaze filled with hidden intent.

"Let's spend the day together; let that pass." 

The distance between them was very close; Elizabeth could feel the heat emitted by Clark's breath. This made her face flushed red; she finally turned around to try to hide it.

"Okay."

Hearing Elizabeth's answer, Clark immediately holds her hips and walked towards the clothes shop.

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Having been walking for several minutes, Desmond was unknowingly close to his house.

Seeing the interactions between the people around him, he felt dejavu.

Actually, this world is very comfortable, if only I was born in a village, taking care of the garden, taking care of animals.

If that happened, instead of thinking about money, maybe I will get stressed by animal sickness now.

As he mentions money, he recalls his previous life, where money was not a problem for him as long as humans were still killing each other, work would always be there for him.

Wait… the job doesn't have to be taken from the guild?

What if it's a personal request?

Thinking of this, he finally came up with a very brilliant idea of ​​making money while walking towards the gate. 

"Young master." 2x

When the guards greeted him, then he woke up and saw them.

"Hello."

As usual, he greets them when he sees them. 

The interaction between employers and subordinates is important, besides caring for and treating subordinates well. 

By interacting every day, it can increase ownership in their hearts, like they are in a family.

"Does the young master need a carriage?" One of the guards stepped forward and asked with a smile. This smile looked very pure as if the guards really enjoyed this job.

"Yes, please." Desmond also amiably answered them. But then…

* rumble * * rumble *

There was the sound of a horse behind Them. They then turned around and saw a horse-drawn carriage heading towards them.