Chapter 161: Hiring Independent Contractors
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Two girls stood outside the AID office; both looked nervous about stepping inside. Both had gone to grab the doorknob just to back off at the last second.
"What do you think he called us for?" asked one girl.
"I don't know!" replied the other, sounding a little snippy, "If I knew why he called us, I wouldn't be pulling my hair out here."
The first girl sighed and leaned against the wall. "That girl Luna. . . she just handed us the letter and then skipped. She could've told us something."
"Yes, even that letter was just an invitation," though it felt like summons, "the reason wasn't given inside."
"Do you think we did something that he didn't like?"
"I-I hope not. You know what they say about the older students who got called in by him. They —"
The second girl cut her off. "Yes, yes, I know what they say. You don't have to repeat it. I prefer not to think about it."
"I-I think we should leave," suggested the first girl, "we can talk to Cedric; he might be able to help us out."
". . . Yeah, that isn't a bad idea," nodded the second, "we should leave and return with Cedric or just send Cedric to see what he wants to talk about."
The girls reached a conclusion and nodded. They straightened themselves up and were about to leave when the door opened and stood there sighing was Quinn West.
"I've been waiting for you two to enter for ten minutes. How can you two spend so much time out here doing nothing — I'm assuming you were doing nothing. Step inside, I have a lot of work to do, and you aren't doing me any favors standing outside."
Quinn turned and walking back inside the office.
The two girls looked at each other with expressions of worry. They were just about to leave. They should've gone quicker, thought both of them. With no choice remaining, they entered the office, closing it behind them.
"First of all, you have no reason to be scared or anxious," started Quinn as all three sat down, "You aren't here because you made a mistake or anything — someday, I'm going to get the guys who're spreading misinformation about me."
'You're the one who is doing it by calling older students left and right like they mean nothing,' thought the first girl.
"I'm not that bad," said Quinn smiling at the first girl.
"Huh?" uttered the girl, confused. 'Did I speak that out loud,' she thought. But no, she didn't say her thoughts out loud.
Quinn's smile grew a tad bit wider before he clapped his hands once. "Now, we're already working a few minutes behind my schedule, so I would like to move on immediately."
He gazed at the two girls, one brunette and the other a strawberry blonde.
"Ms. Bones and Ms. Abbot," he addressed them, "I've actually called you two here because I'm in need of assistance. I have a lot of things to do for the quidditch tournament, and as such, there are some things that I simply can't devote. Unfortunately for me, those unattended tasks can't be ignored, so to combat my little problem, I've called upon both of you to inquire if you would be willing to help me."
The Hufflepuff girls' first reaction was to exhale a sigh of relief. They weren't called here because of something that displeased Quinn — hearing that had lifted the stone off their chest.
"What are these tasks that you talk about?" asked Susan Bones, the strawberry blonde and a fourth-year Hufflepuff.
On her side, Hannah Abbot, the brunette, a fellow fourth-year Hufflepuff, raised the same question.
"The upcoming quidditch tournament is going to be held at a much larger scale than our typical quidditch tournament. There will be a lot of fanfare around the tournament — seeing that AID has decided to sell tournament-exclusive merchandise to anyone who would like to buy them."
"What kind of . . . merchandise, was it? What kind of merchandise?" asked Hannah.
"Ah yes, I guess showing some samples would be clearer for everyone," said Quinn nodding in agreement. He pulled out two objects from his pockets and placed them on his desk.
"These are?" muttered Susan picking up an object; Hannah did the same.
As Hannah stared and studied the object in her hands, she questioned, "Is this Cedric?"
In her hands was a small figurine of Cedric Diggory, decked out in Hufflepuff quidditch gear, flying on the broom, which wasn't connected to the circular base and suspended in the air with magic. Similarly, Susan held Victor Krum's quidditch action figure. This one wore Bulgarian national quidditch team and rode a Firebolt, chasing a miniature golden snitch.
Both action figures were enchanted with the animation charms. Cedric's robes and hair fluttered as his broom moved above the circular base. Similarly, Krum's figurine chased a tiny golden snitch, and when he caught it, the figurine celebrated.
"There will be many more things like team-specific lapel badges, banners, flags, hats, jumpers, and player cards when the final teams get decided," said Quinn listing things that he was planning to sell. "I'm planning to sell all of these among other things at the games, and I need your help regarding this — only if you're willing, that is."
"You don't want us to make these, do you?" asked Hannah. Transfiguration wasn't her strong suit.
"Oh no," came the reply immediately. "Of course not. There will be too many of each object for a student to complete with their timetables. I will be making some of these things myself —," his efficiency-aspect occlumency was coming along splendidly, enabling him to multitask production tasks, "— the rest I've already outsourced to professional businesses."
"Then?" asked Susan.
"I want you to be in charge of sales," said Quinn, "I don't have the time to man the sales of these merchandises; as such, I want you two to take care of it, and of course — I will provide you with appropriate compensation. What do you say?"
Susan Bones and Hannah Abbot were well-established Hufflepuffs, and the duo ran in many circles — social butterflies if one were to attach a word to it. Quinn had judged them to be his first choice for his sales team — well, he wanted to hire the girls who handled the sales for his Lockhart merchandise, but they had already graduated.
"Let's say if we take the job," asked Susan Bones, the niece of Head of DMLE Amelia Bones, "Do you think we will be able to handle it? I'm not sure if Hannah and I are. . . prepared for this. We haven't sold anything before."
"You don't have to worry about that," smiled Quinn, "there is a first time for everything. And I don't want to brag, but I'm really good at sales, terrific even. A crash course from me is all you need to get started. Also, it's not like I'll be leaving you, leaving you alone without supervision — no, I'll be there to help, but you two will be handling most of the stuff."
The best friends looked at each other and communicated with their gesture skills which bordered on telepathy. Quinn watched them with a smile, confident that they would accept.
"What is the compensation that you talked about?"
Quinn grinned. It was time for their first lesson. He was going to sell the job to them.
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Hiring a sales team wasn't enough. Quinn had more departments he wanted help in, and it was high time he got to hire more people. So he got to it and started with people close to him that he trusted.
"You know what, we haven't sat down like this and talked in such a long time," he started with a smile, "what happened? It's like you two have gotten so busy to make time for us."
Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis sat in front of his desk; both girls sported deadpan expressions, not feeling Quinn's amusement.
"Would you like to reframe that sentence?" asked Daphne.
Quinn awkwardly chuckled. He knew that he had once again messed up his work-life balance.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," he spoke, "I got caught up in work, got busy, and wasn't able to hang out."
"And?" asked Tracey, raising her chin slightly.
". . . you warned me that this would happen," muttered Quinn, looking at them with his chin down and upturned eyes.
"Yes, we did, and what did you say?"
Quinn mumbled something that the girls missed.
"Pardon, I didn't catch that," said the blonde.
". . . that you were worrying about nothing it won't happen," replied the boy, lightly pursing his lips.
"And here we are," said the bubbly brunette smugly.
Quinn twidled his thumb over his desk as the three sat in momentary silence before Quinn spoke up.
"Well, you know the saying —"
But Daphne cut him off with, "We will help you."
"Eh?" uttered Quinn with a loss of words.
"You called us because you wanted help, did you not?" she asked.
"Yeah, I did, but how did you—"
Again he was cut, this time by Tracey, "Just like you, we have our means."
Quinn's mind turned into a wide 'O' as he stared at the girls, moving his eyes from one to the other.
It took him a couple of seconds before he realized what he was doing.
"Ahem," he cleared his throat and spoke in a voice a tad bit deeper than usual, "well, that saves me time from convincing. Thank you, I really need all the time I can get."
"Uh-huh, so what do you want us to help you with," grinned Tracey; the brunette was back to her bubbly mode.
"Did you two see the construction going by the quidditch stadium?" asked Quinn.
The girls nodded.
"Do you know why?" When they shook their heads, he continued, "This year, the students wouldn't be the only ones to see the games. . . This year! The quidditch tournament is open to the people outside. Anyone with a ticket would be able to see the tournament. Of course, every student will get a guaranteed seat, irrespective of attending or not. Only the remaining seats will be sold to outsiders."
"I need someone to corroborate the tickets and seats," he then pointed, "Tracey, I want you to help me that."
Tracey tilted her head in confusion. "I'm confused; what do I need to do?"
"Don't worry, it's a desk job. You just need to authorize tickets and mail them to the buyers. Any ticket that isn't authorized by you will be deemed fraudulent. The only maybe tough part will be that the job will get repetitive, and you'll have to keep extensive records."
"I see. . . I still don't understand, but I'll do it."
"No worries about that. I'll give you a rundown of the entire process and will be there with you every step of the way."
Tracey gave a thumbs-up, so Quinn moved on to Daphne.
"Daphne, you will be handling communications with the team," said Quinn. "Any and all communication with the teams will go through you. They won't come to me but to you. You'll answer their questions and solve any problems they have. When you come along with a problem that you can't solve, you'll come to me. You'll also keep me up to date with what's happening with the teams; everything from recruitment to logo, name, and jersey creation, you'll update me every day."
Daphne and Tracey both stared at Quinn. . . They were confused. One job didn't involve interaction with other people, but the other was primarily a communication-heavy duty. They were okay with the nature tasks, but. . .
"Quinn. . . are you sure you don't want to switch our tasks," asked Daphne, "Tracey will be better for this one. Are you sure you aren't making a mistake?"
Tracey nodded; she also thought that Daphne would be better at the ticket task. From what she understood, it was a task that required attention to detail and precision; it was right up Daphne's alley.
Quinn tilted his head. "Why?"
His expression, more than his words, caused the girls to be at a loss of words. There was something there that they couldn't put the finger on, but it stopped them from giving an answer.
"I want Tracey at tickets and Daphne with the teams," he said in a neutral tone, "Are you saying that you won't be able to do this? If so, we can stop right here."
". . . No, we can handle it," said Daphne, "Tracey will handle tickets and I the teams."
Quinn was enlisting them because he needed help. They weren't asking him anything in return, so he decided to pay them in a new experience. Tracey was an extrovert who could generally get along with anyone, so Quinn chose to put her into a position where she would've to be meticulous, something Tracey wasn't that good at. On the other hand, while she didn't have problems with communication, Daphne liked to remain in a small circle of friends, so Quinn put her into a position that would actively have her talk to other people.
In that way, he hoped that both would be comfortable outside their own comfort zone by the end of the year.
"Good to hear that," smiled Quinn.
"So, how are you going to pay us?" asked Tracey.
It seems Quinn was wrong; they were asking for something in return.
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"Never thought that we would be called here by you —"
"— and that too because you want our help."
" "Now, that's a surprise!" "
Quinn watched as another duo sat in his office. This duo, unlike others, was in sync.
"It shouldn't be that much of a surprise," said Quinn, "In the years of our correspondence, you guys know that I have come to . . . like you two."
The Weasley twins laughed. " "We too like you." "
"I'm glad to hear that," smiled Quinn.
"So, what do you need from us," asked George Weasley, and Fred Weasley continued, "do tell because it really makes us wonder."
"The quidditch tournament, are you guys taking part?" asked Quinn.
" "We are." "
"Oh, have you guys decided on teams?"
"Yes, Gryffindor team is already divided —" "— we're going with Angelina —" "— while Harry and Katie are playing with Alicia."
"Any progress with the non-Gryffindor part of the teams?" asked Quinn.
" "Not yet." "
"Alright, then. Let's get to why I've called you here," said Quinn, "I think you both are going to enjoy with very much. It falls right up your alley."
The Wesley twins smiled. They have known Quinn for a while. Their correspondence had reached a point that seventy percent of items on Filch's list were made under the West-Weasley collaboration. The Weasleys designed their items from scratch: design, constructions, spells, and constructed prototypes. When they were satisfied with their creations, they would pass it onto Quinn, who would give it a look over and optimize to create the final item.
The Weasley got their items while Quinn got to use his magic knowledge, and from time-to-time get inspiration.
" "Tell us." "
"Gambling."
A single word from Quinn made the twins lead forward. " "You've got our attention" "
"Great. Every tournament has some sort of betting going on. Our regular Hogwarts tournaments also have it going. Students from all years of all houses. This year isn't going to be any different — no, it's going to be different, the bets will be on a different level this time. There are more teams, more games, more things to bet about and. . . a lot more money to be made."
"That's true —" "— we thought about it too —" "— what're you thinking about?"
"I want to keep all of the bettings under one umbrella — under my umbrella," said Quinn, "centralize the entire thing, create a framework that will eliminate the need of side betting."
"An ambitious project—" "— we didn't expect any less from you."
"But if I want to make this a reality, I will need promotion and enforcement," he continued, "I can provide great odds to eliminate any and all competition. But if we want to make it a regular operation that runs throughout the tournament, I need people who will work the field."
Quinn pointed at the twins and smiled, "And who better than you two. So I would like you two to work with me to set up the betting scene for the quidditch tournament."
"Hmm. . . let's just say if we join you —" "— what will we get in return —" "— because while this sounds mad exciting, it's also a lot of work."
"Hmm, as expected, I was right to choose you two," beamed Quinn, "I will give you something that both of you are seeking. . . I will invest in the joke shop you both are planning."
" ". . . How do you know 'bout that?!" "
Quinn gave them a silent look and gesticulated to them with a smile.
"Yeah, that was a redundant question to ask —" "— but are you serious because this is serious for us."
"I'm serious; very serious. Work with me, and I will invest all the money you'll ever need to set up the shop. The amount of capital I will give you will depend on the performance you show me. Do good, and you'll have enough resources to let those ideas of yours come to life."
"So what do you say," asked Quinn.
The twins didn't even look at each other as smiles split their faces.
" "We agree!" "
Quinn interlocked his fingers and nodded, "Merry cooperation, lads."
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Quinn West - MC - Gathering independent contractors.
Susan Bones and Hannah Abbot - Independent Contracts (#1) & (#2) - Sales.
Daphne Greengrass - Independent Contracts (#3) - HR.
Tracey Davis - Independent Contracts (#4) - Logistics.
Weasley Twins - Independent Contracts (#5) - Entrepreneurs.
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Chapter 162: Wonders of Body Magic
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A shadow rushed between two Forbidden Forest trees, cruising through the forest, zig-zagging among the trees. The figure seemed to know its way around the woods as they sprinted through the woodlands without losing much speed while twisting, turning, and jumping through any obstacle that presented itself in the path.
"This! Feels! Great!"
Quinn didn't know his way around the Forbidden Forest woodland; sure, somewhere in his mind, he had the layout of trees he had seen memorized, but Quinn never accessed or immersed those memories; it was inefficient for him to do so.
So how could he move through a densely packed forest with plenty of short-range altitude obstacles? The answer was pure athleticism — an elevated level of athleticism enabled by the use of body magic.
"These enhancements are mad!" he grinned as he spun to the side to avoid a tree, and then without missing a beat, he kept running.
Quinn was a fifteen-year-old with an above-average base physique granted to him by genetics. He exercised regularly without fail and took care of his body; as such, Quinn was the most physically fit among his weight class. His jogging speed was higher than others' sprinting speed. And currently, that person was accessing ninety percent of his total physical capability.
He kept running, running, and running. Quinn didn't stop, which was unusual as he couldn't keep running for this long, even at his ninety percent.
The answer was once again body magic.
There were two different ways a user could improve their body magic skills.
First, they could increase their percentage accessible throughout the board and enhance every category simultaneously. Quinn had employed this method to get himself access to ninety percent of his physical capabilities. But that was it — ninety percent was Quinn's limit; he couldn't push it above ninety as his magic failed due to instability. He didn't have the skill to bring his body above ninety percent.
He had reached a cap — a cap that restricted his progress, and Quinn didn't like his progress to be hindered, so he set on looking for ways to kickstart his progress so that he could continue to grow.
And from that came the second method.
Body magic was divided into five broad categories: Speed, Strength, Endurance, Durability, and Reflexes.
For Quinn to reach ninety percent, he had to access ninety percent in all five categories. He had done that and thus had reached his current limit, and that's where the second method kicked in — if he couldn't pull all five at the same time, how about tackling the five categories one at a time. One was much easier than five. Quinn didn't have to corroborate five different sets of magic and only work with one-fifth load — that was something he could work with.
Thus he started working using the second method. According to the instructions, he targeted one of five — Endurance: the ability to sustain the prolonged physical effort.
The start was slow: the first step along the way was to push his natural endurance above the ninety percent he had complete control over. The last ten percent was a tricky block to cross; his human body showed resistance against his wishes. The limit that could be achieved by pure physical exercise was eighty percent, with the last twenty percent reserved for life-and-death situations. Quinn had already encroached half of that reserve, and his body wanted to keep the remaining for its original purpose — for emergencies.
To perform any magic, the user needed to believe that what they were doing worked — During his occlumency shields build, he had believed that his hexagon design would be solid and stable. While understanding took care of the actual functionality behind the magic, it was imagination that took shape to that functionality.
So it was a slight problem when his physical instincts "believed" that the last ten percent of his physical capabilities wasn't there at all, that there wasn't anything to access, and Quinn was already working with hundred percent. Talk about a wrench in his plans. It took Quinn a lot of time and effort before he could override that physical instinct that limited him.
He did them all while channelling magic, trying different ways to mold magic to gain desired effects by running, shovelling ground, boxing, and whatnot. The result was access to one hundred percent of his stamina. He could keep doing things longer, much longer than his non-magical-base sixty percent.
Now, as Quinn ran, he passed the cautious acromantula infested area, the troll clearing, and kept running. Soon he reached yet another clear area — it was dark as the surroundings' canopy was so outreaching that they covered the sky above the clearing.
"Finally," said Quinn, leaning forward as his hands on his thighs supported his body. "Oh boy, didn't think maintaining a hundred and twenty percent of stamina would require that much control."
No matter how hard Quinn trained, he couldn't keep running at speeds closer to sprinting than jogging for a dozen minutes. To achieve that, he needed to surpass the natural hundred percent limit and enter the realm of magical augmentation.
"As expected," he mused, "I can only augment my stamina by thirty points over the all-around ninety percent. Anything above that will collapse the magic."
As the name suggested, body magic was magic and thus supernatural. It allowed Quinn to go above hundred percent and enter levels not achievable by his body. To achieve it, instead of his body, his magic covered anything above a hundred.
Currently, he could only make his magic cover thirty points on his muscular endurance and cardiovascular endurance (ability to transport oxygen throughout the body).
"Yeah, this was the right decision," affirmed Quinn, standing up straight, "Going with augmentation rather than hundred across the board. This will be a better fit for me."
When Quinn reached the ninety percent block, he was presented with two choices. The first was to get every individual stat to a hundred and then learn to manage all five on a hundred percent before entering the field on augmentation. The second choice was to get one stat to a hundred and then learn to artificially (magically) augment and repeating that with every stat before moving on to merging them to push his entire physical above its full capabilities.
Both were equally apt, but Quinn went with the second as he thought if he learned to augment, it would be easier to grasp how to merge and manage all five when he learned it.
"Alright, then, let's move on," said Quinn, ending his body magic thoughts, "now, where am I. . ."
He looked around, and there wasn't much to see except for a tree-free area surrounded by many trees.
"Well, let's move on, I guess."
He took in a deep breath and checked how long his body could take getting its endurance augmented; body magic had its limits — out of the one hundred and twenty percent that he was pulling, a hundred was his body's natural endurance, and the magic would stop if he went lower than a certain point.
"Hmm. . . without a rest, I can go another fifteen minutes," he formulated. "Let's go —"
Suddenly, Quinn felt someone was staring towards him. His attention to his surroundings peaked, and he looked around to see what had triggered his senses. His dark vision eyes peeled through the darkness.
"Found it," he whispered. It was very faint, but Quinn caught it among the tall grass and bushes present on the base of trees.
He slid his hand from left to right for an arc of water to manifest in the air. He snapped his fingers for the water arc to become razer thin and cut through the air towards the one who was watching him. The razer sharp water cut through the tall grass and bushes, but there was no one there.
"Hiding behind the tree, huh."
Magic concentrated in front of him as Quinn cast a potent piercing spell; he was going to nail the offender by going through the tree. But just as he was about to unleash the attack when he heard a growl behind him. Immediately, Quinn raised his left hand behind him and initiated a spell that could disintegrate flesh and bones on contact while holding the piercing spell in his right.
He looked back, and his eyes weren't already diluted; they would've diluted to their fullest as ten feet away from Quinn stood a wolf, and Quinn could immediately tell that this wolf was of a magical species as even while on four legs, the wolf's height came to his chest.
Quinn heard a rustle where he was about to shoot the piercing spell, and he turned his head just enough to see another gigantic wolf walk out into the clearing.
"Why do you invade our land?"
The second he heard the words, Quinn's eyes widened, and he immediately cut the supply of magic to his spells and instead charged a brand new spell and shot it towards the wolf closer to him.
The aurora blue spell hit the wolf right in the face, and Quinn watched in anticipation to see the effects, but nothing came. The wolf, other than being startled, stood there unaffected.
"Huh? why didn't it —"
Quinn didn't have time to finish his sentence as he heard a roar from the second wolf behind him. He turned to see the enormous wolf charging towards him with a snarl. The sight of the giant wolf was scary, and Quinn didn't want the wolf anywhere near him.
He tapped his foot on the ground once, and his magic responded as metal chains with cuffs shot out of the earth and snapped around the running wolf's ankles. The wolf's speed was so high that it didn't get time to stop in time, and the chains became taut, pulling all four of its legs, causing it to slam onto the ground.
Quinn didn't have time to celebrate. He turned back and saw that the first startled wolf had recovered and had just pushed the ground to charge Quinn. He breathed out, and a large strip of earth between them froze over. And from the layer of ice covering the ground, dozens of big gnarly spikes shot out with crunching and crinkling noise.
The wolf didn't seem bothered as it continued to charge, and the moment its front paws came one step within the iced region, the wolf planted its feet before taking a might leap.
"Oh, shiiit!" uttered Quinn, his eyes wide as he saw the wolf's feral face and sharp bite coming towards him.
He raised both of his to the front of him and cast. The air in front of his hands seemed to thrum in power as a circular ring distorted in front of Quinn.
「Viking's Charge」
It was a spell Quinn had learned from the Nordic book of Vikings he got from Denmark. It took him a lot of time to translate Younger Furthak for this spell into English to finally get the information on the spell's working.
The circular air ring shot the wolf and pushed him back like the wolf's frame did nothing. The wolf went flying back and yelped when it hit the ground. With the force it was shot, the wolf rolled on the ground and skid in an effort to stop himself, but the task was arduous as it took a lot of effort to get back on its feet.
But once again, didn't have time to gain with this one as the second wolf had freed itself from Quinn's chains and was already inbound for Quinn. It ran straight at Quinn with a feral shine in her eyes.
"So fast!" commented Quinn. He pulled his hand back before fully pushing the hand solid. And the magic seemed to be in sync as a thick pillar of ground projectile along with a feral for growl.
It was an instant for the wolf; the pillar shot out of the ground and hit it in the jaw. A painful yelp sounded out as the wolf rolled backward from the force.
"Stop!" yelled Quinn, raising his hands towards each wolf, "Let's talk!"
The wolf, which had been blasted in the face with the Viking's Charge, snarled at the hooded and masked human in front of him. "You attacked first, human! Why stop now? I won't stop till I get your neck in my jaws!"
"I apologize; I was startled," said Quinn, his voice distorted. He wanted the fight to stop because of his initial spell failure.
The wolf, who had been hit in the face with a pillar, finally got up, and this spoke in a female voice, "Let's see what the human has to say."
The male wolf snarled indignantly before walking over to the female wolf while keeping a vigilant eye on Quinn.
"What do you want, human?" asked the she-wolf.
Quinn stared at the two gigantic wolves, and he couldn't believe that they were standing in front of him.
"You two aren't Animagus."
The first spell he had shot was an Animagus cancellation spell that would revert a magical into their human form. Quinn knew that there were no wolves in the forest because there weren't any records of a native wolf species, so when he heard the wolf speak up, he thought that someone had figured out how to speak while in their animal form.
"Animagus, what's that?" asked the male wolf cautiously.
But it turned out that the records weren't true or at least incomplete.
Quinn stared at the wolves, observing the two grey wolves with curious eyes. "Do the two of you know your ancestry?"
The two wolves' body language immediately became defensive. The vigilance in their eyes deepened.
Quinn noticed that, and behind his mask, he smiled, "So you do know. I can't believe that I'm seeing your kind, especially here in the Forbidden Forest. . . Tell me, are you direct-progenies or descendants?"
"Y-You —! Human, you know about our kind?" spoke the female wolf. In their entire lives, they were told that their kinds were scarce in number.
"I've heard about you," replied Quinn, "answer my question, or you direct progenies or descendants?"
The two wolves exchanged glanced at each other before the female wolf answered, "Descendants."
"Fascinating!" voiced Quinn. "Is there any difference between you and the direct progenies?"
"We don't know. . . there hasn't been a direct in our tribe since our first ancestors. Other than them, we all have been descendants," answered the he-wolf. "As for the difference, it's said that they were stronger, faster, and tougher."
"Hmm, I see, I see."
The two wolves in front of were an extraordinary breed of wolves.
It was known that werewolves couldn't pass on their Lycanthropy to their children. As such, the only way to continue the species was to bite others. But there was one particular case in which werewolves could create special progenies.
If two werewolves — one male and one female. If the two werewolves were to conceive a child on a full moon night, that child when born wasn't a human but a pure magical wolf. A wolf breed that was bigger than any typical wolf species and held human-like intelligence and speech.
But this wolf species was extremely rare. The two wolves in front of him weren't children of werewolves, but children of the wolves born from werewolves. Which, in turn, was also rare as the breed was so rare that chances of seeing a direct male and direct female together were itself sparingly rare.
"How many of you are there in the forest?"
The wolves didn't answer, but Quinn didn't miss the he-wolf's glance in a particular direction. It told him that these two weren't alone and there were more of them.
'I see; I'll come to observe them later,' he thought, planning to get some observational data about this very rare species.
"Well then, wolves, point me in the direction of the cursed vault, and I'll be on my way, away from your land."
"Cursed vault? What is that?" asked she-wolf. They didn't know that term.
". . . how about cursed mines? Have you heard of that?"
"Oh, you mean the Sunken Crypt?" said the she-wolf in recognition. "It's that way. You'll know when you see it." She said, lifting her paw to point in some direction.
"Thank you, I'll be on my way."
"Human, are you thinking of going inside the crypt?"
"Yes, I am. Have you two gone inside?"
"No, we haven't," replied the he-wolf before he glanced at the she-wolf, who nodded back.
The two wolves gave Quinn a stare down before they left wordlessly, leaving only Quinn behind.
"I'm inquisitive about their culture and civilization; I wonder how it would be different and regular wolves," muttered Quinn before moving on to the pointed direction.
"I'll know when I see it, huh, let's see what's all this about."
With that, Quinn had moved one step towards the fourth vault.
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Quinn West - MC - STAMINAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!
Forbidden Forest Wolves - Pure Werewolf's Progenies - Wolves ~ By Selina Gomez.
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