Chapter 3.2: The Fortress City of Krassel
“If you follow these easy-peasy rules, you’re almost sure, no, you’re ABSOLUTELY GUARATEED to make at least one Human woman fall for you!”
“Keep yourself clean, smell nice, stand up straight, be cool and aloof and talk…”
After finishing up in the bath, Bash was sitting on the edge of the bed, counting on his fingers while dwelling on the rules that Zell had just taught him.
He was completely determined – utterly dead serious about his endeavors.
Back in the war, if he was ever asked to come reinforce a position or to come aid in a battle, he would rush over no matter what – even if he hadn’t slept for three days and three nights.
At this moment, he expressed that same level of diligence. He sat and listened unquestionably to the naïve Faerie’s teachings.
“…”
Suddenly, Bash froze up, his expression hardening.
His keen sense of hearing had picked up a strange sound coming from outside their room.