The Princess Kidnapping System Made Me OP-Chapter 86: Shaman

Shamans were people with affinity to Prophecy and Revelations. They could foresee things in the future, uncover truths shrouded in the past, dispel and even place curses.

Wise was not sure what exactly had happened to him in the past, all he knew was that his memory loss was not natural.

What dark truths did someone want hidden so badly that they would alter his memories?

And if they could go to that extent, why not just kill him?

These questions, along with a few others, plagued Wise as he stepped into the adventurers’ guild.

Their training for the day had been put on hold, and although everyone wanted to come with him, he had only taken Daphne along.

The adventurers’ guild was busy as usual, with people hauling conspicuous amounts of monster parts around, while others indulged themselves with the quest board.

"She’s not at her stand," Daphne said, her eyes moving through the building.

"Really? Do you think she’s on a break?"

Daphne shrugged. "She doesn’t look like the type to take a break."

’She must have also noticed her goblin level of greed.’ Wise chuckled lightly. "Let’s ask around then."

Although they needed to see a shaman, who was obviously not in the adventurers’ guild, they had no way of actually finding one.

They could have simply asked anyone they met, but they would not be able to guarantee the potency of the shaman.

That was why they came to the guild. Charlotte worked in a place that required her to work with tons of adventurers each day. If anyone would know where the best shaman was, it would be her.

Wise and Daphne strolled up to the person now occupying Charlotte’s stand. He was a tall man with a friendly smile and demeanour.

"Is Charlotte not coming today?" Wise asked, wasting no time with pleasantries.

He had an apologetic look on his face as he replied, "Oh, you must be one of her people. I’m sorry, you’ll have to come another day. Today is Boss Charlotte’s day off."

Of all days she could have chosen to be absent, it was the day he needed her the most.

"Is there any way I can contact her? It’s urgent."

"Oh?" The man stared up unconsciously as he deliberated. "Well, in that case, I can take you to her. She’s currently in her office."

Daphne cocked her head slightly. "Her office? I didn’t know guild receptionists got private offices."

The man scratched his head as he chuckled. "We don’t, Boss Charlotte just rakes in so much dough that she gets special treatment."

The man left his stand, walking around to meet them, then waved his hand, urging them to follow him.

They followed the man past the common area and up the stairs to the second floor.

Clicking sounds of stamps being struck against paper and the rustle of documents reached their ears the moment they left the stairs.

There was a different vibe on the second floor from what they were used to below.

Unlike the ground floor, there was no common area or stands for adventurers to meet with the receptionists—just countless desks stacked full with papers and busy workers sorting through them.

Even as they arrived, they paid them no mind, far too engrossed in their work to care about anything else.

It reminded Wise of how mega corporations usually functioned in his past life.

"E-excuse me, please!" Wise heard a panicked shrill from behind him and quickly stepped to the side, as a woman came barreling past, a tower of papers in her hand.

"Wow," that was all Wise managed to say.

The receptionist chuckled.

"We call this place Corporate. All the commissions we get, processing of new adventurers, tax, and other bothersome things are handled here."

"Hmmm..." Daphne hummed in understanding, as they continued onward.

A short stroll through Corporate later, and they arrived at a simple door. There was a simple card with the name Charlotte written on it, placed at the center of the door.

"This is her office." The man smiled.

"She is a hard worker, so she works even on her days off. Right now, probably sorting through guild quests or going through orders..." he said as he pushed the door open.

Then they all paused, their expressions blank as they stared into the room.

"B-boss?" the man stammered nervously.

He was right about Charlotte being in the office, but as for the working hard part, Wise was not so sure...

The petite woman was currently stacking up gold coins as far as her height would allow her, while whistling a jolly tune.

When she heard her name, she immediately turned to stare at them, and then she froze.

A faint blush began to form on her cheeks and then she suddenly slammed the door closed.

Five seconds later, she opened the door and smiled. "Wise, I wasn’t expecting you. Come in, come in."

Shooting a nasty glare that promised trouble at the stand-in receptionist, Charlotte sent him back to his post and ushered them into the room.

***

Suspicious Neighborhood, Domum.

"Are you sure we are in the right place?" Daphne asked, a hand placed over her nose as they walked through a dirty alleyway.

"Mmhm, it may not look like much but if you are looking for the absolute best shaman, you will only find her here—"

Clang!

"Eek!" Charlotte jumped, her eyes wide as she scanned the street.

A few feet away from them, a rat had crashed atop a trash bin before scurrying away into the darkness of the alley.

She let out a breath of relief, while Wise laughed, his laughter echoing through the silent alley. "Afraid of rats, Charlotte?"

Charlotte huffed and stood straight, looking around the alley. "I’m not afraid, I just don’t want it to touch me..."

She coughed. "Anyways, we have arrived."

"Already?"

Wise glanced around. Save for a single metal door, there was nothing else in the alley.

"Are you sure you don’t just want to go in the direction the rat went?"

"Stop talking about the damn rat!"

Click!

The metal door groaned as it was pushed open, and an old woman with long silver hair and a stern face walked out of the room.

Her movements were slurred, she stunk of alcohol, and in her right hand was a bottle of gin.

"Who the hell are you? And why are you shouting at my door?!"

Charlotte exhaled sharply. "It’s me, you old hag, and it’s just eight o’clock. Stop drinking so early!"

Frustrated, Charlotte turned to them and said, "This is the woman I told you about—the best shaman in the city."

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