Ultimate Gamer System: Factory Must Grow!

Chapter 60 Slightly unorthodox negotiating tactic

"Cal, wait!"

Osman desperately shouted over his horse's neck, but to no avail.

The noise made by the rushing wind was simply too strong for his voice to get out and reach the ears of the lady ahead. Especially not when the wind blew away from the girl, striking Osman right in the face.

'Oh, come on!'

Gritting his teeth both over his annoyance and due to the habit he developed while working under this unruly lass, Osman leaned his upper body down against his horse's long neck, all the while making sure to rock his hips to the rhythm of his steps.

With the bow of his saddle now digging directly into Osman's soft insides, it was a technique only the best of the best raiders could employ. While it wasn't that hard to actually assume, to resist the constant rocking of the saddle's stiff rim against one's stomach without throwing up all over the horse's neck...

That was a whole other skill only those with time for nothing but training in their life could afford to learn.

Yet, even when riding in this hellishly uncomfortable position for the sake of reducing the air drag and letting his horse run even faster... Osman could, at best, keep up with Lady Callane, soon giving up all hopes of ever catching up to her.

Today especially, the lady was in a great hurry.

By now, she had set everything up in motion, organizing the greatest expedition the lands under her family's governance had ever seen. And while that didn't mean much for a breadbasket of the kingdom as opposed to the lands known to be the breeding grounds for warriors, the troops she managed to gather were on par with the imperial elites.

"What now, Cal?"

Turning his attention back to the girl as soon as he was done binding the horses down, Osman gulped down the sour taste left in his mouth after using one of his lady's commoner-type cover names.

As lazy as it felt, to shorten Callane to Cal, it somehow became the lady's preferred nickname when she put herself out in situations where her noble blood would be nothing but a disadvantage.

"Now, we do the usual," Callane shrugged her shoulders before pushing the long streak of her fiercely red hair behind her shoulder. Yet, her hands, rather than moving towards the handle of her simple, if not outright crude, sword... moved towards a set of relatively simple leather gloves she had stuck behind her belt.

"And that is?"

Despite being one of the lady's closest confidants and her main bodyguard... Osman didn't even dare to assume he would be able to figure out just what next quirky thought would come to that fierce, red head.

His lady... wasn't known to be the example of predictability, after all, a fact most of the capital's nobles would become sorely aware of after as little as just a single encounter.

Before answering, Callane turned to her man with a wide grin on her face, her hands occupied with removing the horse-riding gloves to make room for the pair of hardened-leather ones. And as she pulled them down, Callane's smile grew more and more wicked.

"We are going to properly negotiate," Callane announced, lowering her hands as she approached the inn's doors...

Only to kick the massive wooden doors inside as leisurely as one would normally push them open, then smash her right fist into the open palm of her left hand right as she waltzed in.

"Hey, boys," Callane... No, Cal smiled, her fist striking the gloved palm of her hand again, "tell me," her grin now grew openly vicious, "whose mug do I get to smash to meet with the boss?"