All MILFs are Mine

Chapter 111: Itʼs been a pleasure doing business

”Okay… hereʼs your seventy-five silver as chan—” Gerald returned with a pouch of coins, but the words died on his tongue.

His gaze snapped upward, narrowing on the four Nyxter blades embedded in the ceiling—and the fifth one sunk deep into his table.

Slowly, his eyes shifted to Leon, who was also observing the blades with an impassive stare.

”I donʼt want to know. Take your change, take your sword, and get the fuck out of my shop.” Geraldʼs voice was dry as he tossed the bag of silver toward Leon.

*Catch*

”Can I get a sheath for the sword?” Leon asked, a faint smile playing on his lips.

…

Leon stood in front of the smithy looking at Geraldʼs irritated face behind the door.

”Donʼt come back… annoying human.”

*THUD*

The door slammed shut behind him. Leon exhaled quietly and examined the Nyxter resting in a sleek black sheath, its leather fine and perfectly fitted.

”Store,” Leon spoke as the Nyxter disappeared from his hand and appeared into the inventory.

ʼI canʼt control more than one object with mana threads? The moment I tried manipulating all the blades, they spiraled out of control. I focused on one blade, but then the others slipped away… when I shifted focus again, everything collapsed.ʼ His brow furrowed as he moved through the market, casually buying fruits and vegetables from a nearby vendor.

ʼI need to grab utensils for Olga so she can cook properly. And that bathtub—I still need to get that sorted.ʼ Leon thought as he started walking towards the furniture district.

After ten minutes of weaving through cobbled streets, he finally found a furniture shop—One that didnʼt have the board saying ʼCommoners Not Allowedʼ. It was modest but decent enough.

*Creak*

The wooden door groaned as Leon stepped inside. A man sat slouched at the counter, his hat tilted over his face, clearly asleep.

”Hello…?” Leon called, approaching him slowly.

”Chairs, two coppers a piece. Tables, five coppers. Wooden utensils—we donʼt sell ʼem.” The manʼs voice was gruff, his hat remaining firmly over his face.

”I want a bathtub,” Leon said flatly.

”You want what ?” The man finally lifted his head, revealing sharp grey eyes, chiseled features, and a handsome face that couldnʼt have seen more than thirty years old.

”A bathtub,” Leon repeated evenly looking around the shop, noticing spiderwebs and dust all over the place.

The man let out a quiet chuckle, leaning back. ”A Bathtub, Wardrobe, Bed and Fancy Chairs. Those are luxury item, kid. We donʼt sell those—or rather, weʼre not allowed to make them.”

Leonʼs eyes narrowed as he quietly activated his skill.

[Name: Kai]

[Class: Carpenter]

[Race: Human]

[HP: 600/600]

[MP: 300/300]

[Description: Kai is a passionate carpenter who once dreamed of crafting unique and unparalleled wooden creations.

His skills surpassed even the Royal Carpenters, and when he sold his works to commoners, the nobles banned him from crafting anything beyond simple chairs and tables.]

ʼWell… isnʼt that interesting.ʼ A smirk tugged at Leonʼs lips as an idea sparked in his mind.

”So… canʼt craft anything fancy, huh? Any particular reason?” Leon asked mildly as he dragged out a chair and sat.

”If I so much as think about making something other than chairs and tables, this shop weʼre sitting in? Gone.

No noble wants to see the same furniture in his house and a Commonerʼs House. So instead of banning you from buying it, they just banned us from making it.

I donʼt make it, you donʼt get it and Noble carpenters, oh well... they wonʼt sell it to you. They arenʼt even carpenters, just some thiefs saying their class is carpenter. Oh well, door is there if you donʼt want to buy chair or table.” Kaiʼs smile was bitter but calm.

”Hey, Kai… want to work for me?” Leonʼs voice dropped low, confident.

ʼIf I can pull him in… Iʼll have some really good furniture crafted for the dungeon.ʼ Leon thought as his smirk deepened.

Kaiʼs brow furrowed. ”How do you know my name?”

”Donʼt worry about that. Just answer the question. What do you say?”

Kai hesitated, his jaw clenched tight. ”Look… Iʼve got a family. If anyone catches me making luxury furniture here, Iʼll rot in prison for life.

So, No matter how much you offer me. I canʼt make it.”

”Iʼll give you a place far from noble or royal jurisdiction—a place where no one will stop you from crafting anything you want.” Leonʼs words were soft but laced with promise.

”Thereʼs no such place.”

”Oh, there is. Now, Kai… what do you say? Youʼll be free to craft anything youʼve been banned from.

Itʼs your choice to make.” Leon spoke as he stood up from the chair.

Kai swallowed hard as he saw truth in Leonʼs words. ”E-Even beds and dressing tables with Royal designs ? Can I Make them too ?”

ʼCat is in the bag... Now, I just need to trap it.ʼ Leon thought.

”Yes. And Iʼll buy everything you make. So—will you work for me ?”

Kai exhaled shakily, his defenses cracking. ”Fine… but youʼll have to provide the wood.”

”Oh, Iʼve got plenty of wood.” Leon spoke with a smile.

”Where do I have to go?” Kai asked, still wary.

”Iʼll be back after picking up a few more things. Then weʼll head there. But before that…” Leon rested both palms on the counter, his voice and expressions turning cold. ”Thereʼs something you should understand.”

”What ?” Kai blinked, confused.

*Tap*

Leonʼs fingertip drummed against the wood counter—and in an instant, a pitch-black blade shot from his back pocket, streaking toward Kaiʼs throat.

*Swish*

The blade froze a mere centimeter from his skin.

”What the—!?”

”Kai,” Leonʼs voice darkened, his expression unflinching, ”if anyone other than you discovers the location Iʼm about to show you… I canʼt guarantee your safety. Do you understand?”

”I—I understand. I swear on my family… Iʼll take the secret to my grave,” Kai stammered, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead.

”Good.” Leonʼs smile returned as he withdrew the blade and extended his hand. ”Pleasure doing business with you.”

”Y-yeah… same here,” Kai muttered, his handshake weak and trembling.

ʼThat was so fucking cool. It was good decision to keep one of the blade out.ʼ Leon thought as he exited the shop with a smile.