Chương 9: Chapter 08: Eudo Angestel

"What do you think, Master Silver?" Lenore asked with hopeful eyes as she set the powder brush down, stepping back from Ina, who sat before the grand mirror. Ina was breathtaking. Her long, wavy, raven hair framed deep brown eyes that held an almost hypnotic allure. With the face and figure of a supermodel, she now looked every bit the part. If anyone from Earth were to see her, they would have no doubt she belonged on the cover of a magazine.

"Beautiful, but not enough; she needs more." I shook my head before turning to Carla, who also nodded.

"It looks like we will need a beautician," I said.

"I am inadequate, Master Silver," said Lenore apologetically, her eyes watering.

"No, you are good, Lenore, but we need someone better whose base class is in beauty and is at a sufficiently good level," I consoled. It worked as her face brightened up a little.

"I will send a request to the employment guild immediately," said Carla, reading my thoughts, and left the room. I was already planning to hire a beautician, but before that, I wanted to test Lenore's skills; she had a secondary class related to that, but as I had expected, her skills were insufficient. I did not stay in the dressing room for long and returned to my office; on the way, I could hear lessons being taught to some girls in the different rooms.

It had already been nine days since these teachers had begun, and the changes they had brought to the girls were terrific; even Carla, who could attend only a few classes a day, had begun showing noticeable changes. If they continue to improve at such a pace, they will be able to level the skills I need them to have at the time of opening. Hun! A day passed, and it was the next afternoon when I noticed some commotion by the gate from my window.

Someone seemed to be trying to get inside while the mercenaries at the gates were stopping him; it continued for a few minutes before Carla herself had to go there to resolve it. She returned a minute later with the person who was trying to come inside. Guessing who it was, I walked out of my office and met Carla halfway, who was coming up.

"What was the commotion?" I asked as we walked down the stairs.

"It was Mr. Angestel; the guard doubted his identity given his... condition," she replied hesitatingly. I arched my brow in question, but she did not answer, and I did not ask; the guild had assured me all three people who came from the interview could do their jobs. Soon, we reached the dressing room and went inside. Aside from twelve girls, there were three unfamiliar people sitting, who sat up as I walked in.

One was a petite middle-aged woman, the second a woman who looked to be in her early thirties with impeccable make-up, and the third a man about the sameage as the second woman He is so handsome that even Carla would feel jealous of him. Though no one would feel jealous of him after looking at his condition, no wonder the guards stopped him, but I only glanced at them. The peculiarities did not matter; what mattered was whether he was capable of doing the job.

"Please sit down, all of you," I said before turning to three people who had come for an interview, "Misses Cooper, Misses Rand, and Mister Angestel, thank you all for coming to my humble establishment."

"We will begin the interview immediately if the three of you do not have any objection," I asked.

"It is no problem," the middle-aged Miss Cooper replied, and the other two nodded in affirmation.

"Good," I said and turned to the ladies.

"Here are twelve ladies; each of you will have four of them to work on. You can use everything present in the room, from makeup boxes to clothes; the only thing you have to do is make them as beautiful as possible."

"Is there a time limit?" Misses Rand asked.

"No, not for the interview, but if any of you were hired, you all have to work on nearly girls repeatedly throughout the night," I answered. I have provided the complete details of the job on offer, and only three have decided to come for the interview. It will be a demanding job that would need several people back on earth, but here in this world, one person could do it with classes, levels, and skills. The twelve girls moved to different stands in three groups at my command.

The interviewees were not free to choose which girls they would work on; I had done that for them. In each group, there are four girls of four age groups: the teens, the twenties, the thirties, and the forties. All three walked toward the girls, choosing the group they liked before observing them carefully from all angles.

"Sit," Misses Rand said to Gloria, the raven-haired teenager. She said in front of the lighted mirror and started with her. A few seconds later, Miss Cooper chose Danielle, the tall woman in her mid-twenties. At the same time, Miss Angestel chose Margaux, one of the oldest in here. All three begin, and all three have started with hair, and they obviously have excellent skills given their seamless and smooth movements. Most of the people here are looking at Angestel, including me.

The reason is his hands or lack of them. He does not have hands; it is not a natural condition. Someone cut his hands from his wrist, but despite that, he is performing his job without any problem. Skills. He had a skill that allowed him to pick any tool without touching it and manipulate it in any way he wanted. A telekinesis-type skill. They are quite rare.

From what I could see, his is limited to one tool at a time, and the range his hands could control is about ten inches, which is more than enough for this job. The one thing that amazed me was the way he used different oils and creams; he would spread them like a sheet in the air before applying them to the hair and face. All three of them are using their skills, and they are amazing.

They could be magicians, using their skills for multiple effects, from straightening to curling the hair to giving it gloss; it is wonderful to watch. In just a minute, the girls' hair completely changed. Some straight hair coiled, while those coiled straightened and took other styles; they had such a gloss and shimmer that no product on earth could match it. The author's narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.

Miss Cooper took three minutes and twelve seconds to do the hair; she had completely transformed the hair without cutting a single strand and then moved to the makeup. Half a minute later, Angestel also finished with the hair and moved to the face, starting first with the primer like Miss Cooper. It took about a minute before Miss Rand started on the makeup; by then, both Miss Cooper and Angesten had finished applying primer and foundation and nearly finished with concealer.

With every layer of makeup, a significant change occurs in the ladies; they are becoming more and more beautiful with each layer. In the eighth minute, all three finished with the ladies, bringing such a huge change that even the girls themselves were shocked to see their own faces in the mirror. Not just the ladies but also those who were watching, including Carla, were shocked. Makeup does not make one beautiful; it just enhances the beauty one already has, and these people are masters at this.

As the makeup was done, they moved to the other people without changing their dresses, which I guess would come after they finished with the makeup. Thirty-one minutes after it began, Miss Cooper finished with the makeup of all four girls, all looking strikingly beautiful.

"All of you, stand up," she said to the four girls, who got up from their seats and stood in line. She looked at them before walking toward the dress racks, where eighty-six dresses were neatly hanging on the racks. She walked around for a minute, checking dresses before picking out four.

"Strip," she said as she turned to the ladies; the girls were already expecting it because they began to strip without hesitation; their movements were not affected by the presence of two men in the room. As they stripped, I could see them looking at me from the corner of their eyes, but I kept my expressions neutral, which was an extremely hard thing to do.

If it were not for the poker face I have developed through years of practice as lawyer, I don't think I would have been able to resist their charms, especially now that the makeup had enhanced them so much. I am very grateful that they have not activated their skills to entice me; it is already hard to resist them, especially Margaux and Ina, who have passive skills related to charm. My class is naturally resistant to theirs; it suppresses them, but given the difference in levels. I could barely do anything.

I am fighting with all my willpower to maintain my neutral expressions and keep the beast in my pants from rising. At this moment, I couldn't help but remember my father; if he had been here, he would have already chosen the girls he liked and taken them to the next room to fuck. He was not a man who could control his lust.

"Wear these," said Miss Cooper as she handed each of them the dresses. At the same time, Angestel finished with the makeup and began to select the dresses. The girls from Miss Copper's group finished dressing, and she again used her skills. Her skills gave the dresses a glowing sheen and adjusted them to the places they needed.

"I am finished, Master Silver.

"You have done a wonderful job, Miss Cooper." She nodded with pride and sat back in her seat while I turned to look at the ladies, who were looking at the mirror in shock; it could be said that makeup and dresses had utterly transformed. They had changed so drastically that if the girls revealed their previous appearances, no one would believe they were the same people.

Two minutes later, Angestel finished, and four minutes later, Miss Rand; I looked at all twelve ladies, and it was already clear who among the three had done the better job.

"Miss Cooper, Miss Rand, thank you for coming; I will inform you of my decision by tomorrow," I said to two women before leaving the room. They did not say anything because there was nothing to say; the result was clear. Angestel's skills are above them, so much so that these new dresses begin to botch the shine the four girls emit. They would have looked even better if they had been wearing better dresses. It is not like the dresses are bad; they are beautiful and expensive.

My father had paid good money for them, but it seemed like they were not enough. They seem pale compared to his work and even seem to bring it down.

"Mister Angestel, let's talk in my office," I said, walking toward the office when I suddenly stopped.

"Carla, ask the guards to come inside." I did not need to elaborate on the reason for it; the girls had become more alluring, and there were many people working on the estate, including the teachers. While none of them had done anything other than have a normal attraction, I still did not want to take any risk.

"Ok," said Carla, understanding my intention.

"Take a seat," I asked him as we entered my office, "Thank you," he said in a heavily accented voice. His resume said he is from the Dusk continent. If I am right by the thickness of his accent, he should be from the northern Dusk, either from Shard Kingdoms or the Saemet Empire. His name is Eudo Angestel, and he is thirty-four years old, but he does not look a day older than thirty and is very handsome; the correct word would be beautiful.

"In your resume, you did not specify the salary you want," I said as I put down his resume.

"Can I know the duration of the contract first?" he asked.

"Of course," I replied with a smile.

"It will initially be three months, but if the business does well, it will be extended further," I answered. He nodded.

"Then, I will need fifteen thousand imperials per month, " he said, and I was so shocked that I could barely keep my expression from breaking up. His demand could only be said to be absurd, outrageous. He had not shown the skills that demand such a price. I am already offering a premium salary, but he is asking for more than three times.

"You should know that you are asking for more than three times the salary I am willing to pay," I said to him, but soon, a small smile appeared on my face.

"But I am not abhorred to pay the absurd salary; I just hope you have the skill to take that salary and not just overestimating your worth," I added. I could see the faint surprise on his face before it disappeared. He might have expected an outrage or mock, but he got a smile instead. My father would have thrown him out when he spoke about the absurd money he wants, but I am entertaining him. The confidence he sporting on his face tells me to give him a chance.

If he does not have the skills for the salary he is demanding, there is always an option to throw him out.

"I am not inflating my worth, Master Silver; I am only asking for what I deserve with the skills I have," he replied, with that unflinching confidence. The employment guild has provided me with his information. He has been in the Empire for more than a year, moving cities where his job takes him. Due to his condition, he never got employed long-term. He had come to Greltheaven with his employers, who had fired him two days ago.

I don't think he would have even come for the interview if not for me offering a generous payment for just coming to the interview.

"Let me see your skills then," I said, and I got up; a minute later, we were in the dressing hall where Eudo Angestel began to show me his real skills. Click!

'Level 30, he is definitely a level 30,' I said in my mind as I came back into my office; this time, Carla was with us, and she was still not able to control her emotions after what had happened in the past half an hour in the dressing hall. Lv. 3o is a big deal, even in the non-combat classes. It is level, 99% people of the world never reach. I sat silently in my seat and took out the contracts with a quill before making some changes. I had crafted them so that I could make the required changes.

"I am willing to pay you the salary you have asked for, but you have to sign this contract, and there will be no change in it," I stated before forwarding him the contract. The salary he is asking for is far more than I am willing to pay, but seeing his skills, I decided to hire him. He is gold, with a level 30. It will help me tremendously. However, that amount is going to squeeze me dry, but I am willing. Getting him huge luck and given his level. He is asking much.

Many beauticians of his level would have asked the same or even more. As he read it, I saw no change in his expression. In my short observation, this man is very good at guarding his emotions; it is tough to read his expressions.

"Can we negotiate the condition in point three and section b of the seventh point?" he asked.

"As I have said, there will be no change; either you sign it or not," I said, keeping a smile on my face. I have accepted his demand, which he deserves, and now he will have to accept my conditions, which are not harsh and could even be said to be softer compared to the standard contract of this type.

"I will sign it," he said after a minute of silence and picked up the quill, just like he picked up the tools with telekinetic force and signed both contracts before sliding them toward me. I looked at his signature, which was clear and beautiful in handwriting; I also read the contract word by word. Many skills out there could make changes without me noticing, and my contract skills are not powerful enough to notice those changes. So, I have to be very careful with every contract I sign.

After seeing everything was perfect, I signed the contract and felt my contract skill locking up, binding us both to this contract.

"Welcome aboard, Mister Angestel." I said, "It will be my pleasure to serve this fine establishment, Master Silver," he replied. [Lawyer Lv. 2]