On top of Greg's desk was a matte black orb that allowed no light to penetrate it. At first glance, the thing looked like a tacky item that Greg had for whatever reason chosen to have on his desk. The fact that it seemed to independently float an inch off the desk was perhaps the only curiosity about it that might justify its presence. This little orb, however, was called the MEMORY SEALING ORB in the Magic shop. While the formation dealt with the chaperones in particular, the Orb was both for his patients and their chaperones. And while the formations were for when they were inside his office, the orb dealt with when they left. Rather than wipe out their memories, this little sinister-looking orb divorced the memory of whatever happened inside the room from any impetus to action. The memories would be like a flower sealed inside a glass case. While it was possible to see the flower, one wouldn't be able to smell its fragrance. In the same way, while the individual would be able to re

Greg was silent for a while before he let out a sigh and nodded. "I'll think of something, " He said noncommittally. "Now go, before unsavory rumors start to spread and we find ourselves in an even deeper quagmire," He said. Even though she seemed to want to go on discussing, she seemed to understand that Greg was right about staying too long in his office. So, fixing her clothes, she kissed him one last time before making her way out of his office. Despite the situation, Greg couldn't help the slight twitch in his pants at the thought that she was going back to her husband with his cum slowly leaking out of her pussy. He allowed himself a few moments of indulgence before calling in his last patient for the day, the woman that had allowed the Town-head's wife to go before her. In just ten minutes, Greg had helped her with the mild case of pneumonia that had brought her to him. Greg turned a color-coded sign on his door to indicate that he was closed for the day. The reason it was

Greg managed to lean to the side fast enough for the fist that was flying at his face to narrowly miss. Despite evading the attack, Greg couldn't help the cold sweat that soaked his back as he felt the sharp wind that brushed against his face as a result of the speed and force behind the punch. Had those knuckles connected, he would have been out cold. Taking a step forward to gather momentum, Greg sent his right hand looping around the outstretched hand in a counter-hook that held nothing back. But, rather than a satisfying crunch of knuckles against flesh, his punch sailed harmlessly through the air as his target danced out of his reach with annoying ease. Greg, however, only let himself feel the disappointment for a split second before focusing on the fight once more. He had overextended himself a bit with his attack but not by too much. His opponent was the kind to mercilessly punish even such small mistakes, so he needed to correct his stance before... It took every ounce of wil

After three days of thinking, three days in which he didn't delve into the dungeons, he concluded that it all came down to information. First was information about the target area. In this first dungeon, it was the city of Torrin. In other dungeons, the area of interest would be different. Greg had thus spent a whole two weeks just walking around the different districts, familiarizing himself with the various roads, pathways, and alleys. Where the significant landmarks and buildings were. What roads the city guard patrolled and so on. Once he had the lay of the land and could move about without losing his way regardless of which part of the city he was in, Greg moved on to the second step, which was gathering information about his targets. Their, schedules, their mannerisms, their allies, their foes, and so on. Depending on who his target was, this step could either be easy or incredibly hard. For example, getting information about the potion-maker, Lady Andreya, wasn't that hard. S

The first lesson was that efficiency was the backbone of combat. In her words, it was a cardinal sin to do in two moves what you could do in one. In essence, whoever needed the least number of moves to win a fight had a deadly advantage over whoever their opponent was. To this end, Greg had been given an in-depth analysis of all the weak points in the human body and how best to aim for them. Much like demolishing a building, if you used enough strength and force, you could bring it down. Anyone who knew anything about demolition, however, knew that this was an unnecessary waste of energy. So long as you hit a few critical points, you could easily bring a massive building down. The same was true of the body. With enough power behind the blow, any part of the body could be turned into a weak point. For a fraction of that power, however, you could cause the same amount of damage if you hit the right spot. Efficiency, that was the name of the game as far as his familiar was concerned. T