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Debauchery Hunter

Chapter 14

-VB-

Back on Earth Malachite, our spies - some of our clones with shapeshifted faces - infiltrated the Italian and Germanic courts. It took some work, and most of these spies did not find themselves low in ranks, but a few began their work as clerks and cooks.

We had no intention of poisoning anyone. On the contrary, we wanted to keep an eye out for the nobles and their supporters who might come to cause even more uproar in the Bavarian Alps, where we lived.

It was through these spies that we learned of a new offensive, but not against us. Apparently, HRE would be going to war with the Polish, thus taking off any pressure that might have been put on me.

We would use this time to prepare, but more importantly, this meant that we could spare more of ourselves in finding more wives for ourselves.

Currently, we had three wives - Sophia, Orsola, and Taiga - and thirteen concubines - Noya, Siria, Vimina, Tura, Cryma, Ennimi, Brili, Hyrana, Qimi, Rurini, Diami, Jenomia, and Sharleyan. However, we numbered over a hundred. Even with the concubines, we found ourselves being bottlenecked in giving releases to the ever mounting sexual need and frustration.

Sex was meant to be enjoyed, but there were times during the day when it became part of an industrial process that was our relieving instead of something enjoyable. At the very least, we had a way to cope, but this came back to us needing more women willing to join us in bed.

"Master."

The original body looked up from the large planter box where we experimented with non-Rust flora. Standing a few meters to our left was Sophia, dressed in an A-line black and yellow midi dress and her hair up into a bun.

"What is it, Sophia?" we asked her.

She held out a letter to our surprise.

"I thought I should be helpful in more ways than in bed, and have made contact with certain merchants I am familiar with. I was wondering if you wished to use them to perhaps converting your already growing agricultural might into a mercantile one."

Blinking, we took the letter and read over what turned out to be a list of merchants and their main towns and cities of operation.

"Many would also be delighted if you were to offer them secure guards for their caravans," she added.

This… Was an unexpected boon. We smiled. "Thank you, Sophia. We will put this information to good use."

She curtised and left after sparing a glance at what had to be an odd crop growing in the planter box. We glanced down at it, too, and smirked at the white and fluffy ball on top of a waist high plant.

It had taken us only four hours to grow this.

'Turning our agricultural might into a mercantile one.' Sophia thought as best as she could and had perhaps the Italian Peninsula in mind, but why couldn't we go beyond that?

We harvested the plant and hummed with a grin.

'More than regional and global. How about… multiversal?'

As far as we were aware, there existed no multiversal corporation in this part of the neighborhood, at least. We could … fill in that role. If we just set aside some preferences like wanting to stay holed up in a corner, then we might stand to gain a shit ton of wealth.

How exciting!

-VB-

C54 frowned at the gate guards impeding our entry into the city.

"You have to be joking," one of the two guards, a lanky man with sad tilted eyes, raised an eyebrow as he stared at C54. "You expect us to believe the tripe you just said?"

"Yes, because we can prove it," we had C54 reply.

The gate guard scoffed. "Dude, a lot of people have semblances. Just because-."

Impatient, we made a man-sized portal and pulled out onto C54's hands a single pistol bullet from our inventory. The guard looked alarmed while his colleague stared through the portal to look at the other side. We broke the ammo apart and emptied the gunpowder onto the palm of C54's hand. "See? Not Dust."

The guard stared at the gunpowder for a second before nodding slowly. "You know what? I'll go get my superior." And then left in a hurry.

We waited, scowling with impatience mounting by the minute. We stood before the gate of Vale on the planet of Remnant. Some hours ago, we decided that Vale might be a good location to start an official branch of our "company." After a minute of talking with Sophia, we decided to be honest about our origins and approached the gate not as a local but a foreigner.

So far, we have been ridiculed and needed to prove ourselves. We had expected the latter but not the former. Perhaps we should have portaled directly to Beacon and contacted Ozpin. At least that man would appreciate contact with lands free of Grimm.

“That’s … a wide plain,” the guard looking through the portal muttered.

I looked at him. “That’s the Po Valley. Home to roughly 8 million people.”

The guard jolted. “8… million?” he muttered. “That’s awfully a lot. How do your people keep defend them from the Grimm?”

We raised an eyebrow. This was part of the expected question that we intended to tell a few people. However, if the guards were this rude and uncooperative right off the bat, then how much could we expect of the kingdom’s leaders?

Wouldn’t it be convenient if there was a rumor to help me along?

“What’s Grimm?”

The guard turned and looked at us with wide eyes.

“Besides, we don’t have a say in what they do in Po Valley. I only have a small bit of land in the nearby mountains. I’m just here to get a business license so that I can trade goods from that world to your world.”

His jaw dropped.

We extended a hand. “The name’s Alan Marris. Autocrat and founder of the Kingdom of Melago,” we greeted.

He shook our hand nervously. “A p-pleasure to meet you … your grace?”

We snorted. “Don’t bother with titles. I barely have a thousand people under my wings. On the other hand, I have plenty of room for immigrants.”

-VB-

Sophia marveled at the high quality cotton shirt in her hands.

Back when she was in Sicily, cotton was a luxury import from the Muslim world. For her husband to make one in the span of a single day spoke not just of whatever it was that he wielded like magic but also of his current capabilities.

She looked up just in time for a clone of her husband, nicknamed C100, set aside another cotton “hoodie” merely after half a minute, a measurement of time denoted by the ticking of the hands of the device called clock that he liked to hang around many of his castles’ rooms. To think that there were people who created such a marvelous invention for time keeping.

She digressed.

Her husband manufactured these shirts merely by sitting there, although he needed resource like anyone else, but he made each item at a mind boggling speed. It took him half a minute to make one high quality cotton shirt where else most tailors would need at least a day with multiple helpers for an inferior product.

Of course, to upkeep with the resource demand such a production demanded, her husband took the time to build up a new “agri-tower” specifically for the purpose of cultivating cotton. Normally, such a fickle plant wouldn’t grow in the Alps because of the cold, but her husband went around that by installing artificial fires that kept all of the cotton chambers warm.

Sophia glanced out of this workshop’s glass window and saw her husband’s clones moving about. Visually, she only saw people moving about, but intellectually, she knew that each of the clones were moving thousands of pounds of cloth, cotton, or fertilizer per run between each of the production towers and workshops.

She could … safely say that her husband did the work of multiple prosperous cities with how productive he and his clones were.

C100 set aside a stack of twenty cotton “hoodies,” which were shirts that came with a convenient hood, and stood up. “You’re going out to the villages to sell these again?” he asked her, and she nodded.

It’s what she’s been when he didn’t drag her to bed.

He didn’t frown or show disapproval. “You know that you have to stick to the clones, right?” he asked her, and she nodded.

Initially, her husband went out to trade for wool with the locals because that was a commodity that he could not grow, and often bartered using cotton and cloth textiles. However, she asked and took over that particular responsibility, because she was honestly bored out of her mind.

Now, she intended to trade the finished products instead and introduce the new coins that her husband was printing out at her request. If she was successful here, then she could reach further to the land of the Germans and the cities of Italia.

Yes, she could do this!

“But does it have to be a donen of your fully armored and armed clones? I think even three are enough…”