Chapter 74 - The Rare Exceptions (1/2)

It wasn't often when the guild actively took in members so it was truly a bit surprising that Hecathe had managed to impress them with a single mission.

If Hecathe were to tell her how he had impressed them or if he were to say anything about the deal he had with Kelly, the woman would probably faint from the shock. Perhaps because of this, Hecathe decided not to explain anything in detail, or maybe he was just not bothered enough to narrate the whole incident to the woman.

”Didn't you trust me when you gave me the job?” Hecathe's eyes narrowed down on the woman as he questioned.

The landlady chuckled as she immediately responded, ”Of course, I had faith in you! Isn't that why I'm willing to let you stay here?”

Hecathe didn't look to be very impressed as he heard this but he would naturally not comment on this topic.

”Since you've already gotten the answer you were looking for, may I go now?” Hecathe sighed as he asked.

”You must be tired!” The woman exclaimed and her face was full of smiles, showing that she was clearly happy to hear that Hecathe had managed to enter the guild.

”Good night,” Hecathe smiled as he wished the woman and turned to head up the stairs, towards his own room.

”Master, who was she?” The Dorgon immediately asked once they were out of the woman's sight.

”She's the landlady,” Hecathe answered before questioning, ”Why are you asking?”

”She has eight legs,” The Dorgon responded, pointing out the obvious that Hecathe was already aware of, however, Hecathe still couldn't help but laugh as he heard the Dorgon's amused tone.

”Master, what is she?”

”I don't know. Probably something between a human and a mutant,” Hecathe shrugged his shoulder as he opened the door to his room and entered inside before closing the door after him.

”All humans are exposed to Zelium here and once they are injected with that stuff, there are three common outcomes. They either become a mage after developing an ability, become a mutant who is no longer treated like a human, or have no reaction at all,” Hecathe added as he informed.

”But she doesn't fit in any of those categories,” The Dorgon pointed out in confusion.

”That's right,” Hecathe nodded his head as he responded, ”Because the results mentioned are the most common ones, but this doesn't mean that it would necessarily have to be one of those. In rare cases, the results are completely unpredictable.”

The Dorgon scoffed as he heard this, ”Then she is the one to blame for injecting that stuff.”

Hecathe chuckled as if he had heard something amusing, ”I thought you were the all-knowing Dorgon. How come you don't know this?”

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