Chapter 8: Gunpowder
"Unfortunately, I can’t answer that question," Lucen said calmly. "This is something important for the Dukedom of Stellhart. If you want to learn more about this object, you’ll need to become one of my subordinates and, of course, make a mana-bound oath not to share anything about the research conducted here."
Lucen showed a slight smile when he gave Robert his terms. Of course, Lucen did not believe Robert would agree to such terms and would negotiate instead. As Lucen was getting ready for a rather intense negotiation, Robert said something unexpected.
"Do you want me to make an oath now?" Robert asked, eyes gleaming with manic curiosity.
Robert answered in a serious tone. Lucen was stunned by how fast and confidently Robert answered. The Robert he knew from the game, even though he was crazy about research and learning new things, was still someone who knew the value of his knowledge. The Robert he knew in-game would negotiate for a better deal and try to take as much as he could.
Lucen blinked. Once. Twice. Was this still Robert Duskwell? The Mad Genius of the future? The same man who charged three gold for a few mana potions.
’Ever since I got my past life memories, I guess in the back of my mind, I’m viewing them like NPCs. I’ve been living in this world for twelve years, I know they aren’t just characters in a game. These guys are living, breathing people.’
Lucen quickly regained his composure, preparing to land the catch now that Robert had taken the bait. But before Lucen could speak, Robert scratched his head and cut in.
"Oh right... I don’t think I can be your subordinate."
"Hm, why did you change your mind?"
"Even though I truly, really, really want to know what that thing is. I can’t just serve you, since I promised the old man."
"Can you tell me what this promise is?"