"Mieh, is it enough to fill these out?”
"Yes, I am. Don't forget to sign your name in the sacred text.”
In the guild hall. After confirming it, Hestiya Mieh began to fill in the items on the parchment. She stood on the stepping platform that was prepared to make up for her height that could not reach the window, and filled in the contents with a quill in her hand.
"Mihe. What's the level of this spawn?"
"It's the ability of the spawns set by the guild…to put it bluntly, it's the difference between good and bad. It was said that it would be graded according to the scale of the faction, the content of the activities, and other comprehensive factors. However, basically, you could treat it as a combat strength indicator.”
This evaluation was the same as the ability points. It was divided into ten grades, from S to I. It was equivalent to the status of each faction in O'Leary. The higher one's level, the more recognition one's actual achievements would receive, and the more one would be trusted by the guild and other organizations. Of course, this also included respect.
A portion of the gods who still treated their spawns as a game were even more crazily thinking of ways to raise this level, and they were happy from the bottom of their hearts.
" As long as the commercial spawns produce the corresponding results, they will also be praised. Then, the higher the level, the more people would trust him, and the number of customers would naturally increase.”
"By the way, what's your evaluation, Mihe?”
"Ha ha ha, it's H."
Of course, the Hestia minions were at the lowest level, I. All spawns were subject to taxes, but the higher the level, the higher the tax.
"Let me ask you, Hestia, what kind of person is the child in your family?”
"Why are you suddenly asking this?"
"Nothing. I just thought that we might have a long-term relationship in the future. After all, she's the child you chose.”
"…He looks very listless. He is a human youth with white hair and purple-red pupils. His name is Wu Ming Carloso."
"Wu Ming, that sounds like a name from the Easternmost region…White hair, purple-red pupils. Hmm, could it be that? But she looks a little like a woman…"
"Eh?" Hestia stopped her quill and looked up.
In Mihe's line of sight, Wu Ming walked out from a room in a corner of the hall. Compared to before, the young man's eyes were no longer lazy. Instead, they were empty, as if he had been played badly.
"Wu Ming…"
"As expected…The half-elf seemed to have given him a letter.”
Under the gaze of Hestia and the others, a half-elf girl in a pretty guild uniform came out of the room where Wu Ming had come out from. She stopped Wu Ming and gave him a letter. Then, she said a few words to Wu Ming and left.
"Was his confession rejected, or did the half-elf confess to him? Your child is quite capable.”
"..." Hestia didn't answer Mieh's question. She kept staring at the scene.
Wu Ming held the letter in his hand and was stunned for a moment. Then, he sighed deeply and stuffed the letter into his clothes.
"..." She cast a cold gaze at the scene, and Hestia's mood plummeted. Her dissatisfaction with Wu Ming grew deeper and deeper.
"Humph!"
"What's wrong? Hestia?"
"I'm sorry, Mieh. I still have some things to do, so I'll go back first.”Hestia roughly handed the completed form to the window, informed Mieh first, and then walked out of the guild headquarters alone. She didn't even care about Wu Ming, who hadn't noticed her existence since the beginning. She just walked quickly through the courtyard in front of the headquarters.
'It's so unpleasant…' She already knew why she was unhappy. Hestia felt possessive. It was none other than Wu Ming.
She couldn't help but become obsessed with the first person she had received, the person she had been looking forward to for a long time. Once she saw him showing goodwill to someone other than herself, she would immediately be unhappy. Don't touch that child. You just have to look at me. This childish willfulness was faintly discernible in the depths of her heart.
Hestia didn't know if it was because the other party was Wu Ming.
She could only vaguely imagine that if the first person to sign the contract wasn't Wu Ming... If the first person she met wasn't him, she wouldn't be so confused.
'Wu Ming, this idiot…' Complicated feelings were churning in his heart.
Halfway through the northwest street, Hestia accidentally saw the face reflected in the shop window.
"…My headband is about to break." The simple hairband that tied her shiny black hair into two ponytails was not only torn, but also had a torn thread. When others saw it, they knew that it was time to change it.
Hestia touched the hairband that made her look even more pathetic and saw the porcelain doll inside the window that reflected her figure.
The little dolls dressed in formal attire were wearing jewelry and other protective accessories used by adventurers. Among the female dolls who wore the products in the shop to attract customers, there were also dolls wearing cute hairbands.
Hestia stared at a porcelain doll's pale blue headband. After a few seconds, she suddenly came back to her senses. Her shoulders shook, and she shook her head to tell herself that she could not do this. She taught herself that as a god, she should not spend money recklessly.
She kept glancing at the hairband and peeked at it for a while before she finally shook off her reluctance and turned her face away.
As if she was enduring something, she pressed her hands on the hairbands on both sides and entered the back alley, escaping from Northwest Street.
"Oh Moses Robe ~~" Not far away, a young man with a pair of art-like eyes revealed a 'comical' smile.
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