42 Chapter 42: 2nd Contrac

Coughing slightly I began edging my way towards the door. "So, I'm gonna go make a contract with this little guy, why don't you find there location and give me a holler okay?"

"Yeah, I can do that." That's is indeed what he said, but it still takes me both hands to pry him away from me.

'Get the race first you idiot! Ugh, maybe flirting with everything I come across is a bad thing...'

"Okay little brother lets get this going." I command and the wind weasel scampers around my feet happily. I quickly get into my meditation position and forge the power link between the two of us

I quickly check the windows, and since I don't see an annoying little incubus standing at them, I un-equip my clothing.

'Ya know, I gotta say being a druid sucks in towns.'

"Oh mighty earth mother please give unto me the power of an undying warrior, the passion of an ever burning sun, and a heart as patient as a stone. In the name of the ancient druidic ways I call up on you to be my power. As I protect, love, and nurture you, shall to I be nurtured. I too Shall be protected. I too shall be loved. Our bond is that of symbiosis, and only together can we grow. May our lives be linked. Now, my protector give me your name!"

The wind weasel stares at me and puffs up its diminutive chest before proudly bellowing to the heavens, "I am the Wind Weasel Marriot through gentle squalls and fierce gales I will guard your forest. Together with you I shall guard and grow your domain, the winds and heavens will I bend to your will. This I promise in the name of the Earth!"

My mana having been almost completely drained pulses with a bright green glow before gently fading. I can feel Marriots power fusing with my forest making the leaves and branches sway and fight. Now that I have Marriots power in me, my entire body feels like I'm made of cotton. The simplest motion of mine is half again as quick as it was before. As things stand a passive 50% upgrade to agility is nothing to sneeze at!

Grinning from ear to ear I quickly move into my forest. The changes here so far a minute. The swaying arms of my lovely trees being the most noticeable. But seeing how the branches sway on the trees I'm suddenly inspired. The true application seems obvious. With a bit of mental power I force the trees to be slightly remade again, dropping a few of the branches and letting them hang more loosely.

There! A few hours of work, and now my trees are even more secure, instead of simply thorned, these wonderful evil trees of mine can send their razor sharp limps wherever they might need to go. The trees resemble much more an over grown weeping willow. The difference being instead of soft delicate leaves, their are razor sharp thorns growing out of them. This leaves a small macabre smile on my face as I slowly withdraw from my inner world.

Opening my eyes I have to jump back quickly. A small demonic set of eyes were mere centimeters away from my own. "Hey!" I yell out in some shock. My demon friend quickly backs away even managing to blush in his own way. "Oh, sorry I was just....captivated by you!"

Ugh....."Hey look I don't think I got your name before...." The demon looks at me and smiles before bowing deeply at the waist. "Where are my manners! Please call me Asmon." He smiles brightly at me, and my heart begins to ache.

'ugh, I think he has a REALLY big crush...I shouldn't have led him on like that....damn it! Why do I have to feel guilty!'

"Well Asmon, um did you happen to find out where those guys are?" I ask my demon friend to try and change topics. There doesn't seem to be much of an answer. I snap my fingers and Asmon jumps as if I just woke him up. "What's wrong?"

I ask simply, then my brain kicks on a bit further. Right, ritual, naked.... I hurriedly rush to pull on at least some basic trousers as Asmon gives me the information on where the gang is located. Apparently they already have somewhere around 20 members. Asmon made me promise over and over, that I wouldn't get hurt.

I nod and headed over there, but even that was...vastly different than what I would have expected.

There are two big bodyguards sitting in front of what I can only call a shack. I walk up to them confidently. "Hey kids, take me to your boss." I demand of them. They look confused and quickly bar me from going any further towards their shack. "I said I want your boss." I demand politely. While one of the two big men does indeed break off the other decided to pin me to the wall.

I smile at him as he attempts to casually throw me around. "Look big man, when your boss gets here, he's going to want to be my friend. So are you sure you wanna bully me?"

He sneers at me and even picks his nose with his free hand. "OH, and whats a little piece of shit like you gonna do huh? You're just more trash trying to suck at the boss's teat ain't ya?!"

I try my best to hold down my anger, but any thoughts more complex than 'rip out his fucking tongue' are quite beyond me. I curl my fists and and try to steady my breathing. "Oh, ain't talkin now ya little cock sure git! I knew ya couldn't be one of the Boss's friends, he's too smart fer ya!" He smiles at me, and I suddenly feel cold inside.

He looks at me curiously as I smile back at him, though that curiosity is short lived, less than a second later several dozen needle like thorns have pierced into his neck, severing the connection from brain stem to spinal cord.

I softly adjust my clothing to try and get rid of any wrinkles he may have caused. I mean, I just got clean, I wanna preserve it for a bit longer!

Stomping out of the building is the same big guy from before with someone else. If I had to guess it's probably their boss, but I could have swarm it was just a slime.

'Well....I guess slimes....can be gang leaders? Right?'

"Hey you the leader?" I try to ask the question with a gruff demanding tone, but I can't quite make it work.

"Yes..." The slime seems to quiver at me like its gesturing to the passed out guard on the floor.

"He was bein a dick, don't worry about it. More importantly, the water pixie. Gimme."