Path of Spirit (Disgardium Book #6): LitRPG Series by Dan Sugralinov (i read books TXT) 📕

was dancing right on a table with three customers sitting at it. Confused and trying not to stare at the women, the little man took a seat at the bar and ordered some beer.

“Bored, handsome?” an angelic voice sang to him. “Buy a girl a drink?”

Trixie turned… and stood struck dumb for a long moment, but then got a grip on himself and nodded. It really was an angel standing before him. The elf girl — a player — had been working in the district more than a year. Her name was Jessliodar, but she said he could call her Jess.

“Jess is beautiful!” Trixie declared, afraid even to look at her. He drank his beer and glanced at her sidelong. “Jess is very beautiful!”

“You’re so cute, Trixie,” she laughed, mussing his hair. “Don’t be shy, tell me about yourself, little guy…”

She sat down next to him and crossed her legs. Now he looked at her alluring bare waist and the plunging neckline of her dress. When his gaze slid upwards from her waist, his breath quickened and his heart raced at a gallop. He remembered grandpa’s words about not touching women, and made himself turn away, but then turned back and couldn’t believe his eyes — was Jess smiling… at him?

After he put down three hundred gold for drinks, Jess led the little man into a private room. That cost him another thousand, but he would have gladly parted with all his money just to be there a little longer.

Jess humored her client professionally, keeping the conversation going, letting him talk. Trixie was rarely properly listened to, but the beautiful elf girl, it seemed, was head over heels for him. Taking her interest at face value, the hunchback said much — that he personally knew a god, that he had been eaten by a dinosaur, that he was rich, that he had become a gardener to plant a tree… He didn’t forget to mention the terrible and sinister corpses that had attacked the clan base either. Undead in Dis? It was hard to believe such nonsense, but Jess didn’t care what tales he told as long as he paid.

In the morning, when Trixie, his eyes gleaming with love, shyly inquired as to whether he could see her again, she kissed him on the nose:

“Of course, cutie! Whenever you like!”

And let him add her to his friends, but demanded that he tell nobody about her.

“If my boss finds out I’m talking to you, I’ll be punished, Trixie! Never tell anyone about me, got it?” she put her hands on her hips and looked at him sternly. “Otherwise we won’t see each other again!”

The little man nodded so hard his gardener’s hat fell off. The very thought that he might never see Jess again scared him.

She’d only just left, and Trixie already missed her. He had half a day until Scyth was due to pick him up, and the dwarf spent it well, visiting a few more establishments of forbidden pleasures and entertainments, choosing a busty ginger girl for variety, and then a gnome girl. None of them measured up to Jess.

Since then, Trixie had lived in anticipation of their next meeting. He tried to contact her, but all his messages went unanswered.

A week passed. Nergal announced his summons to a holy war against the Sleepers, Alex and the rest flew to Distival… Trixie was busy with his gardening, finding satisfaction in his new profession. Conversation with the kobold shaman Ryg’har helped lessen his longing for Jess. He’d told no one of his meeting with the elf girl. All his boastful stories to the other workers were about what he saw and tried out after he and the girl had parted.

Then Jess contacted him herself. Sorry I didn’t answer, cutie. We aren’t allowed to talk to the customers outside of work. I really miss you and want to see you again. I’m waiting for you. I hope you remember where to find me.

Trixie as if grew wings. He was so happy that for a moment he couldn’t even figure out how he’d get to Darant. Scyth had gone off somewhere, the others too, and he had no way off the damn island himself!

The next day, it emerged that Scyth was going to Kinema. Trixie asked to go with him, knowing that there was a portal there to Darant, but Jess made his job easier, answering that they could meet in Kinema.

To prepare for his date, Trixie washed, cut his hair, shaved and wore his very best clothes. Scyth delayed the trip a few times, and he languished in impatience and anger, but it got even worse when Scyth sent him right back to Kharinza right after they visited the gardening guild. Trixie had never been so angry! He would have killed the man if he could, but, powerless to do that, he just stopped talking to him instead.

Jess seemed mad at him. Once he hadn’t turned up in Kinema, she stopped answering again.

A few days of torture, then unexpected joy: the girl wrote back. She missed him so much that she wanted to come see him herself! Butterflies fluttered in Trixie’s stomach again… but suddenly it turned out he couldn’t tell her where he was. No matter how he tried to write to her about Kharinza, something within objected, and all he could tell her was: I can’t say.

Jess was distraught. Her love for Trixie was so strong that she decided to fly to see him in real life. Trixie’s breath caught as he imagined her in his room in Cali Bottom. His heart skipped a beat, then tried to beat its way out of his chest. He rushed to write Cali Bottom, 270, but again, he just couldn’t do it.

I can’t say, he answered Jess. She asked him to describe the place, tell her what he saw out