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12

Milis lies in bed and smiles. Today was rather pleasant. The best part? Seeing residents watch in awe as Triest work his magic. For once they forget the young man is a simithe and concentrate on the music. The sergal doesn't recall hearing anybody complain. It'll be interesting to see how much Triest made. She lost count on the number of citizens who dropped a fathom into the metal cup. The sergal falls asleep with a smile on her face.

Hearing residents talk about what they saw yesterday keeps her in a good mood as she walks to work. That's one bit of information she'll tell her friend. If that doesn't encourage him to keep playing his contraption, then nothing will. Milis enters the store and hears several co-workers mention they never knew the young man had that kind of talent. There are multiple of things she wants to say, but only tells them Triest has more surprises up his sleeve.

Milis walks around dusting and straightening dishes on display. Today will be great. The only thing that'll ruin it is if a certain general shows his face. The sergal looks outside. It's been a couple of days since she last saw Baas. Either he's away for some horrible reason, or he decided to lay low. Regardless, she hopes the bastard never shows his face again. Milis looks up when a costumer walks in, and recognizes him as General Baas' little pet.

"I'm sorry, but your order isn't ready-"

"Forgive me, but that's not why I'm here," Verward raises his hand. "I'm here about a job."

"Huh? Why's that?"

"I quit my other. I'd rather not explain why."

"You may have to if you want a job here."

The male sergal sighs. "It's to get away from her. Again, I'd rather not go into detail."

"That may slide. Why here?"

"With a few exceptions, what's done here is similar to what I've done at my old job. So, are there any openings?"

Milis crosses her arms. She wants to tell him to piss off, but knows she could lose her job. Then there's Triest. He won't approve of her judging Verward so harshly for not knowing a damn thing regarding General Baas. Milis softens her expression.

"Stay put. I'll see what our manager has to say."

"Thanks, and please don't use who I know against me. I'm beginning to realize he may not be the kind of sergal he claims."

"You've no idea. Stay put."

She steps into the back and shakes her head. She wants to demand Verward to explain why he left his job, but she doesn't have the power to do so. If her manager gives him a chance, she'll wait for him at the end of the day and convince him then. She finds her boss in the breakroom, waits for him to finish his conversation with a female heiser, and informs him about Verward.

"Hmph," the sergal frowns. "Why don't he ask Baas. He's Baas pawns after all."

"He claims he's beginning to know the truth about him."

"He knows nothing," the male sergal snorts. "I'd oughta just turn his ass away, but I hear he's a good sales person."

"May I make a suggestion, sir?" Milis waits for her boss to nod. "Put him on probation. If he does well, keep him, but if he doesn't, can him."

"Hm," the sergal rubs his chin. "Sounds like a good plan. I'll use it. Show me to him, please."

Milis leads her boss into the store. She frowns when she sees Verward talk to a costumer. Her boss steps forward.

"Pardon me," the male sergal bows his head towards the costumer and turns his attention onto the sergal. "You're Verward, I assume? What are you doing?"

"I, uh, was just telling your costumer about my experience here, and what I did with my order."

"I see. Milis will take over. You follow me. We've some things to discuss."

"Of course," Verward looks at the female sergal. "Thank you."

Milis doesn't say anything as she turns her attention to the costumer. Maybe it won't be a bad thing for Verward to work here. He seems capable of sweet-talking people into buying things. She just hopes he has no problem dealing with mutums and pagkas. The sergal leads the costumer to the counter and goes through the process on how much custom orders cost and how long they take to make.

The rest of the day goes smooth, even with having to train a new employee, and to her surprise, Verward catches on fast. He even makes ten custom sales. Nobody, not even her boss, remembers the last time a newcomer has done that on their first day. There is one issue: the sergal appears nervous whenever he talks to a non-sergal, but that's one thing they can work on in time.

It's rare for her to stick around after her shift, but she needs to have a chat with Verward. If he won't talk at work, then maybe he'll do so off the clock. Milis needs to why he left his old job. It isn't long until the male sergal walks out of the backdoor. She stands beside him as they walk away.

"I'm sure you know why I'm here," Milis said. "Tell me, why'd you quit?"

"I can't say. You'll hate me if I told you."

"I'll be the judge of that. Now tell me. Please."

Verward closes his eyes. "The coworker I told you about? She introduced me to Vil."

"She what?!" Milis stops in her tracks and fixes her eyes on the sergal. "You're friends with that sick bastard?"

"No. Far from it-"

The female sergal fails to control herself and punches Verward across the face. "You know how many mutums and pagkas lost their lives because of that sick bastard?"

"I'm aware."

"And to think I gave you a chance."

"I'm not taking part anymore."

"Oh, and that's supposed to make it better?"

"No," the male sergal looks at the ground. "I know I can never make up what I've done."

"Damn right you can't."

"Now you understand why I left," Verward takes a deep breath. "Does this mean I'm out of a job?"

"Not my call," Milis takes a deep breath. "Is that why you struggle talking to mutums and pagkas?"

"Part. The other is I'm from Berg. Mutums and pagkas are non-existent there, except slaves."

"That'll explain why you don't know much about that bastard."

"I'm learning. I know you can't stand me right now, but you won't mind telling me more?"

"Later, and not in the open. I'll explain more at my house."

"That'll work. Is... there anything-"

"Don't finish that. There's nothing you can do to make up what you've done," Milis said. "Now if you excuse me."

The female sergal doesn't wait for Verward's response. Learning the truth has made her angry, and she'd rather not do anything else. She doesn't regret punching him, but at the time she wants to go after the bitch for tricking him into taking part in those sick activities. The sergal shakes her head. She may speak with Triest and see what he thinks about everything.