Chapter 17: Poor Businessman
The guard collected the bottle with surprising care. "I'll ensure this reaches her highness first. If it works as claimed, expect more orders."
"If it doesn't...the princess will decide the next step."
He left the threat hanging, but Noah barely noticed. He was too busy calculating his new income projections.
"It'll work," he assured the guard, as he momentarily stepped out of his trance. "Customer satisfaction guaranteed."
After the captain departed, Noah executed a victory dance that would have horrified any professional choreographer. His movements resembled a drunken flamingo having a seizure.
But at least his joy was genuine.
"System! I'm back in business!" He pumped his fist toward the ceiling.
[Well done, host.]
His current status was as follows:
Host: Noah Carter
Age: 28