Mixed Blessing System

After Annaliese left, Lothur quickly turned his attention to producing a new glove, one that would be more efficient than the previous one in terms of cost and effectiveness.

Since he already had the entire design in mind, the materials in his spatial ring, it did not take long for him to begin producing the item that would serve as his first trade agreement on this world.

Due to the elevation of his mental characteristics since his last time doing things as a tailor, Lothur faced no difficulties in his work.

He skillfully joined the parts of the different materials, slowly giving the product its proper shape while taking advantage of the materials’ effects to intensify his design’s qualities. 𝑏𝑒𝑑𝑛𝘰𝑣𝑒𝘭.𝑐𝑜𝑚

At some point in his work, Lothur used the formations flags he had gotten from Cedric to inscribe a few lines of code on that item to protect his design. The Becker family would soon gain the blueprint of it, but he did not need to allow others to analyze his item.

‘After I finish here, I’ll train in the Cultivation House, and then I’ll see some information about the Mouse Company…’ He thought about this during the final part of his work.

‘Those bastards have hindered me since I arrived in this world, so I’ll use them to improve my strength during this competition!’

…

While Lothur was going to train, the old chief referee of this edition of the Province Conference was in a large local hotel where he was staying.

He was not from this region of Leopoldine but the capital. As such, this fellow had no other place to stay and was staying in the largest hotel in Peters City since he could not show preference to competitors in associating with local powers.

In any case, this fellow was now sitting in front of the balcony of the top floor of that building he was in, listening to his disciple’s explanation.

“… This fellow’s name is Lothur Ritter. He is the son-in-law of the Frost family, husband of Viktoria, the brilliant youth, the hope of that family.” That fellow’s disciple said as he recalled the conversations he had had in the previous hours.

“He doesn’t seem to have any talent, has no spiritual power, and is treated as a good-for-nothing by many in this place, among them, even people from his wife’s family.”

Information about Lothur getting involved with the professions of formation masters, poison masters, and tailors was not known among this fellow’s enemies.

After all, Lothur had only recently begun to get involved with these professions, having only formally joined the Formation Masters Association the day before!

As for his position as a poison master or tailor, that could not even be assessed by others than his wives. Hence, even if some watched Lothur and had news of this young man visiting places associated with these professions, no one thought he was learning them!

Because of that, the young disciple of that old man reported outdated information to his master…

“I don’t know, master. To me, he doesn’t look like a real candidate. It seems to me that the Frost family is just using him because they have been forced into it by their circumstances. But he shouldn’t compete seriously…”

That old man listened to all this in silence, thinking that if his suspicion turned out to be accurate, this would all make a lot of sense. ‘If he’s a bastard, it makes more sense that he looks terrible at everything he does.’ He looked away, with several thoughts in his mind.

‘But does he know something? Or maybe his mother didn’t tell him anything?’

It was common for bastards of influential people to know nothing about the identity of their parents. After all, bastards usually had no promising future due to their threat against the order within powerful families.

As long as bastards existed, the bloodline of some figures would run even in the absence of him, his legitimate descendants, or talented people. So, there would always be a possibility for those with different ideals who wanted an alternative…

And this naturally brought problems, which led to the persecution of these individuals.

Thus, it made sense to this man that Lothur was faking or had been forced to act like a fool without even knowing why.

He then said to his disciple. “Keep watching this fellow, but don’t do anything to attract attention.”

“Yes, master.”

“However, if he gets injured during the conference, try to collect some of his blood. I want to compare it to something …”

…

Hours later, Lothur finished his training and saw his status appearing in front of him.

[Name: Lothur Ritter]

[Physique: what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger]

[Bloodline: Life Devourer]

[Cultivation: level 8]

[STR: 24.2 -> 24.4]

[CON: 51.9 -> 52.2]

[DEX: 20.5 -> 20.8]

[AGI: 28.5 -> 28.9]

[INT: 68.8]

[PER: 68.8]

[WIL: 72 -> 72.3]

[EVF: 247]

Seeing this, Lothur smiled as he walked towards a place where he had made an appointment to talk to someone regarding the Mouse Company.

He was masked at the moment since he was using his identity as Mister Stuart, as he was in his identity in this organization. He was also protecting himself from whoever he was going to talk to now so as not to spread information he was researching about that group.

Lothur knew that the side that sells information from one was often the same selling information of him to the other. So, he would not make the mistake of thinking that only he could look up to others and was protecting his identity for that reason as well.

‘I will talk to Viktoria later about my plans. There is no need for us to tolerate the existence of an organization that wants to destroy us…’

‘Then, if her power is enough to help me, I will convince her to attack the lair of these vermins!’ He clenched his fists as he felt satisfied with his current powers but much more interested in the advancement he could have if he eliminated such a group.

Thus, he soon reached the basement of the Cultivation House building, where that organization had places for its members to meet with part of the local underworld.

“Are you Mister Stuart?” A man, also hiding his identity, asked Lothur as he stood in front of the door of a small room.

Lothur looked at that level 7 fellow and nodded in agreement. “Are you Red Bird?”

“Yes, please come with me…”

After a brief greeting, the two sat down inside one of the many small rooms in the hallway where Lothur had arrived.

“So, Mister Stuart, what exactly are you looking for? I have many things with me. Information about local families, the most promising youths in the Province Conference, and even some names that will disappear in the next few days.” He opened his arms and gestured to Lothur.

Lothur remained motionless in his seat as he listened to this man and asked him. “I want to know how strong the Mouse Company is. How many Spiritual Warriors do they have, and who is the leader, that is, the strongest.”

“Mouse Company?” That man moved backward, surprised at being asked about this underworld organization. “I have some information about them that might be useful to you, but it won’t be cheap… These guys are everywhere, so since the risk is higher, so is the price.”

“Say how much.”

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