*Sigh...*
I'm finally done filling up the last batch of poison bottles for today.
Skillfully, I used my beak to cork the final bottle and place it inside the crate that's next to me.
I've probably indirectly killed hundreds with this poison I've produced down here.
(...)
I'm going to need some serious therapy if I ever make it back to my old world...
Before coming to this city, I had no real desire to return to my previous life.
But now that I've settled down into this fairly comfortable lifestyle, its made me realize how many modern conveniences I miss.
For one, I miss playing video games...
I look around the room, pondering on what to do with my free time now.
The basement of our shop is filled to the brim with expensive items and furniture.
Alcazar has been ordering all sorts of other worldly-looking materials to do strange magic experiments with.
And Scarecrow keeps buying outrageously expensive crystals that he stuffs inside his body for some reason.
I've been tempted to question him about it, but it feels odd asking another man about his body.
Speaking of him, there's not much to do now that Scarecrow has left to mess around in that cavern.
After shopkeeping duties, we usually hang out.
We're basically best friends at this point I guess.
Heh, it even feels oddly nostalgic to say that for some reason.
I guess I could see what teacher Alcazar is up to.
He's almost guaranteed to be upstairs counting money again with a weird grin on his face.
It's what he's basically doing 24/7.
What's so fun about that... seriously...
As I was thinking about that, someone's body came tumbling down the staircase and into the basement that I'm in.
"..." (Furby)
This is unfortunately not unusual.
I hopped closer to have a look and was welcomed by the corpse of a thief sprawled across the floor.
She's still got a look of horror etched on her face. Probably from encountering Alcazar right before being hit with his magic.
"Do the usual." (Alcazar)
Alcazar, as per usual, casually told me to disintegrate the corpse from atop the staircase.
I sigh inwardly again.
This makes 60 break-ins this week alone now.
The dead thief lady looks like she was particularly powerful as well.
I'm vaguely measuring her strength by the number of battle scars on her face.
Our unwanted visitors have been getting more and more powerful for a good long while now...
Using my beak, I drag the corpse into what I've begun referring to as the disintegration corner.
*Cough!*
After I released her, the corpse suddenly sprang back to life when her head hit the ground.
Oh!
She looks mortified to see me.
It looked like she tried to grab a knife that was absent from her waist, probably due to Alcazar looting her body for valuables.
Well, no matter.
Effortlessly I spit a highly corrosive poison at her. It encompasses her face and body in a matter of seconds.
I instinctively look away as she briefly screams in agony but quickly quiets down.
This has, unfortunately, become a familiar scene for me, so I've managed to become slightly numb to it...
That might've seemed cruel. But I'm not giving these thieves another chance to assault me.
When I first encountered one of these resilient thieves, they wasted no time stabbing me as many times as possible with a sharp object they found nearby.
My beautiful wing was full of scars for a while after that...
If you give these criminals an inch they'll take a mile.
The corpse of the thief collapses in a puddle as I felt a warm feeling encompass my being.
Oh! I think I leveled up again!
How many levels does that make now?
...Well whatever, I've lost count ages ago.
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*BANG BANG BANG*
"SIR CROW, PLEASE SHOW YOURSELF!" (???)
There's a big commotion upstairs.
I've snuck up the staircase towards the shop interior to have a look.
Despite my fairly large body, I can just about fit through the staircase.
"Hmmm. This could be an issue." (Alcazar)
Alcazar is stood on top of the shop counter in a contemplative pose.
"Who is it?" (Furby)
I try to speak, but bird noises come out of my beak as per usual.
"..." (Alcazar)
"...You're asking me who it is right?" (Alcazar)
I nod my head at Alcazar whose very slowly but surely beginning to understand what my bird noises mean.
"This one looks like he's from a noble family of some sort." (Alcazar)
"Killing him could have some actual repercussions for once..." (Alcazar)
"..." (Alcazar)
It looks like Alcazar figured something out as an evil smirk appears on his face.
"Fwu fu fu... this is probably the idiot that's been sending all these walking treasure chests here lately." (Alcazar)
Walking treasure chests?
"I should thank this idiot for sending me so many expensive weapons and armour for free." (Alcazar)
Oh, does he mean the thieves?
*BANG!*
The rude visitor began to audibly force their way into our shop.
*CRASH!*
Our beautiful shop door got ripped off of its hinges and fell onto the floor.
"Search the place for valuables and kill anyone you find!" (???)
Oh! I can see visible irritation on Alcazar's glass face.
...I should probably go back downstairs before this gets out of hand.
It's best to avoid Alcazar when he gets this angry.
The movement of my attempted retreat back into the basement alerted one of the masked thieves dressed in all black.
"Si- sir! A- A bird!" (Masked thief)
He easily noticed my enormous head retreating into the staircase.
"I don't pay you to ramble! Search the place or I'll have you killed!" (???)
"T- there's a giant bird sticking out of that opening!" (Masked thief)
The man commanding the other masked intruders finally locked eyes with me.
"Wha- ...g- go report the appearance of a demon inside the potion shop!" (???)
The color drained from the rude visitor's face for a moment when he saw me.
"Fu fu fu..." (Alcazar)
"Wh- what is that! (???)
A giant bolt of lightning hit the masked thief that was about to exit the store.
Everyone's eyes focus on the little glass figure that suddenly shout out a lighting bolt, standing on the shop counter in front of me.
"Who gave you permission to leave my store?" (Alcazar)
Our unwanted visitors looked confused as they hurriedly tried to find the source of who just spoke.
"..." (Alcazar)
"I knew it! That filthy commoner is housing all sorts of freaks to produce his wares!" (Barely disguised noble)
What appears to be a nobleman, going off of his insults aimed at Scarecrow, points at me and shouts some insults at us.
Alcazar looked like he was about to cast a spell to put the rich-looking man out of his misery but seemed to change his mind after hearing what he had to say.
"Why not stay a while and look at our wares?" (Alcazar)
Alcazar grabbed one of our most deadly poison products. Produced by me.
Gasps filled the room when Alcazar spoke again and grabbed the poison. This time, everyone noticed it was the tiny glass figurine talking.
"M- monster!" (Barely disguised noble)
"We even sell wares like this for solving political DISPUTES!" (Alcazar)
Alcazar threw the bottle, cracking it open on the barely disguised noble his head.
"AAAARGH!" (Barely disguised noble)
"OH GOD MAKE IT STOP!!" (Barely disguised noble)
*DING, DING, DING*
A loud sound of a large bell being rung sounded outside for the whole city.
"T- the others have warned the city guard! Let's run! Grab the boss!" (Masked thief)
The thieves that accompanied our rude visitor tried to grab his arms, but his arms tore off of his body instead.
...My corrosive poison is terrifying.
The colour drained from all the thieves their faces and much screaming ensued.
"...Bird." (Alcazar)
Alcazar looked at me with a determined look on his glass face, prompting me to tilt my head in curiosity.
"It's time for plan F." (Alcazar)
"...S- seriously?" (Furby)
