That boy's mother came around again, " The girl replied in a clearly disinterested tone. "She wanted to know how he was doing," Shalia added.What did you tell her?" Alena posed as she came to a stop before one of the two workstations in the room. One of the two workstations had all kinds of runes and artificial mana pathways carved onto it. The other workstation was just a table. It was to this second station that they moved to. This second station belonged to Shalia. Alena knew that the girl resented not being given a more 'magical' workstation to work with. Alena had set the condition that until she was certain that she could handle all the herbs even with her eyes closed, the table would remain her workstation. This, however, was a lie. Alena had secretly assessed the girl and Shalia didn't have even a lick of magical aptitude. Even with the most advanced magical workstation in the world, she wouldn't be able to do anything more than she was already doing with the table before the

After a week of being bedridden with nothing to look forward to other than the healer's visits, Greg had developed an almost Pavlovian reaction to the sound of the door to his room opening. No matter how deeply he was sleeping a moment before, hearing the door open would wake him right up. There were no clocks or timekeeping devices in the room. As such, out of habit, Greg immediately glanced toward the window on the far side of the room. It was usually left open during the daytime. His brows furrowed in confusion when he noted that it was late afternoon. The healer had never come around at this time. Furthermore, the healer always opened the door in one clean motion. She never opened it as slowly as the one behind the door seemed to be doing. It was almost as if the one behind the door was afraid of being discovered. When the door was fully open Greg immediately recognized the one behind the door. The confusion had been evident on Greg's face. What was Shalia doing here? Part of the

The other thing of note that Greg noted was how much less rewarding 'safer' missions were. Being groped by the healer once would earn Greg sixty-seven thousand three hundred lust points. He'd just been groped by the town head's daughter and all he'd gotten for his trouble was a measly one thousand, two hundred points. And that was only because the system assigned the mission an Average danger grading. If the danger had been low or even none, then he wouldn't have even broken past a thousand. This came as a wake-up call to Greg. The numbers he'd been getting from the healer for the past week were an anomaly. Greg didn't know what background the healer had, or how powerful she actually was. He, however, doubted that there were many people who could compare to her. The same missions from most other individuals would only get him a small fraction of what that same mission would have earned him were the healer involved. The last thing of note was the fact that some of the milestone missio

Perhaps it was because his soul hadn't been stabilized that Greg's senses hadn't been able to pick up on the dangerous aura around the woman. Now that he had, however, Greg wasn't willing to take the gamble. He might have gotten away with some things when he was bedridden and on the edge of death, but now that he was much better, he'd have to tread more carefully. "I'll do it myself," Greg said as he tried to push himself up off the bed. The effort, however, turned out to be more than his body could handle. Greg only managed to get his head and chest off the bed before he fell back into it, losing all strength. The healer, who was by now turning the used herbs into ash, didn't even look in his direction as she explained. "You haven't eaten or drunk anything over the past ten days. My magic is all that's been sustaining you," She stated. Greg's eyes went wide as it hit him. Ever since he'd woken up, he'd never felt hungry or thirsty. For whatever reason, this oddity had never occurred

Ten thousand points were immediately deducted from Greg's total lust points as he clicked on the 'YES' button. The changes here were similar to the previous ones. About thirty new items appeared in the catalog. This time, the color of their price tag was a deep blue. The intermediate items got a second price tag, blue in color, which was ten times the green price tag and the basic items got a third price tag which was also blue and a hundred times their initial price. It seemed that for every tier that an item climbed from its initial tier, a zero was added to its price. The effectiveness of the items at this tier once again climbed. From the fifteen to thirty percent it was at the intermediate level, it grew to forty to sixty percent efficacy. After opening three tiers, Greg also noticed the fact that items in any given tier, never cost more than it did to access the tier. Basic items never went past a hundred lust points. Intermediate items never went past a thousand lust points, an