MD— CHAPTER 5

Title: Spectacular Kick

The owner of the Monster Milks was satisfied. Nothing better than attracting a horde of youngsters with hot humanoid familiars banners and just employ inexperienced employees. The menu was the most important thing. Tits 'n' Milk, Choco Goblin Latte, and many more. The owner was ashamed but... his son designed the menu with a bulge in his pants but in the end, his son provided with a satisfactory result.

The chime of the door opening brought the store owner immense joy as he welcomed a dark-haired youth with an impressive physique for his age. A tighter shirt would have suited the young man better but most of his customers preferred looser outfits. Guiding the young man to a corner seat, the owner waited for the man to order, and only after the waiter walked behind the counter did he rest.

"13 Credits gained!"

'13 credits lost,' Sparow looked at his stock. His dinner cost him 4 credits so, of course, the asstacular milkshake was a rip-off. But it was a price necessary for satisfaction. Sparow didn't even care for the taste, he just wanted to gain the satisfaction of knowing that he had drunk an asstacular milkshake.

Not minding the like-minded individuals present in the café, Sparow continued his search for a job. There were many ways a person can gain a familiar. First, purchasing one after earning enough credits. In the ordeals, the family of the ordeal taker cannot support the youth with an obvious bias or they would be judged by the law and well... 'eliminated'. The law of the continent really didn't enjoy taking prisoners but then again, the fear of disappearing might be the golden concept behind the atrociously low crime rate.

The second method was to venture within the uncharted forests and make contact with other species, and survive. Just like humans, every other species of the world is capable of bonding with familiars. In essence, Humans were fair game to a fish or an insect for that matter but intelligence was definitely needed to bond with familiars and the better the familiar and its potential, the greater the future of the 'master.'

Everyone had their own preference. Humans weren't loved by other species as a source of familiars or even as a species itself. After all, humans were weak and less 'magical' in nature. However, there were many humans taken as slaves by other species and vice versa.

The third and harder approach to the ordeal was to groom a familiar. Pets, in layman's terms, were a good source of familiars. Every ordeal taker will essentially have a year to form a solid bond with another 'animal' be it social or not, and then with its consent, form a better contract than those induced by obedience drugs. 'Our problem would have been solved if humans could form a contract with other humans,' Sparow sighed as he picked the large glass filled with a milkshake and sipped it.

It wasn't asstacular. It was simply milky... and too sweet. Sparow would have loved something tangy but whatever, his thoughts continued.

Opening his communicator, Sparow began browsing through the map and known location near the Brisk City. 'There are multiple outposts but Brisk City is well-known for familiars belonging to the element of water. The first familiar needs to have a greater affinity with earth but...' a smile touched Sparow's lips as he wiped the froth of milkshake with a handkerchief. It wasn't even worthy of being licked.

'Brisk City's advantage is the trade routes with Goblins. The stock earth-natured species with a few water and fire variants.'

This was one of the reasons for his interest in being a fisherman. At least, an appraisal to one.

With Brisk City being a coastal one, many traders hired fishermen to acquire goblin products from the island afloat a few kilometers away from the shore. The Goblin establishment held Sparow's major interests. Not only did the goblin-kind majored in the affinity of earth, or ground, the green, and the occasional grey-skinned group produced the best form of contract solution needed to make contracts for one's chakra.

It was literally in their blood.

Taking his leave after paying for the useless shake, Sparow then skipped towards the docks. With no source of income to his name, Sparow once again avoided the use of auto-rickshaw and then he saw it. Kaeman on the ground, his flame-colored hair dyed with the crimson of his blood.

"Damn you!" The petite, green-haired girl was on her knees, shaking the youth lying on the ground unconscious with the blue-haired one glaring venomously at the brown-haired bespectacled girl and equally effeminate brown-haired youth garbed in grey military uniform. Grey Hounds!

Elves still didn't garner Sparow's interest but that wasn't the same for the developing crowd as the blue-haired girl shrieked, "You're a fucking elf! It's your fault that Kaeman... you should have never joined us!" Her shout loud enough to reach Sparow's ear as a kick landed squarely on her face, sending the girl flying, bloody.

Now, this became interesting for Sparow.

The green-haired partner broke into tears as the shouts of calling ambulance rang within the crowd.

"Brother... wait," the brown-haired girl whispered as the youth looked at the girl supposed to be his sister with a cruel gaze. "I'll cancel the contract. Please, don't hurt them anymore."

"Should have started with that before getting my shoes dirty," Sparow got near enough to hear that comment as the fair-skinned youth with bushy brown hair crouched and cleaned his dark-grey shoes off of the blood.

Biting her lips, with tears in her eyes, the brown-haired girl opened her communicator and quickly transferring herself to the youth's partnership, probably.

"These greyhounds... they man the Royal City. Does this mean a royalty is present in the city?" One of the spectators inquired in a hushed whisper as another shrugged in reply while the greyhound held the brown-haired girl previously in Kaeman's team and left towards the opposite direction of the docks.

Still calling an ambulance from his communicator, Sparow left the area. The laws protected the elven kind due to their allied nature of human and elven species and with what it would be reported, Kaeman would be held responsible for his misconduct against the greyhound. It's common knowledge that the only place a greyhound should be dealt with is a location away from the public eye.

Giving a silent prayer to Kaeman, the only thing Sparow was inclined to support the man with, in such harsh time, he walked away and made his way to the docks. The place was filled with recruitments but finding a safer option would take Sparow a rather considerable time if he was lucky and a certain appraiser was unlucky in his journey. To which, Sparow prayed again.