3x Cloning System: The Fleshmancer's Undead Army is full of Heroes-Chapter 32: "Don’t treat me like a two-coin wh*re!"

After Maria, the Summoner, disappeared along with her pet Basher Basilisk, a beast of legends, or beyond legends themselves, Clayton and his friends were left with the aftermath of the one-sided fight.

Clayton rubbed his forehead in frustration as he saw the four undead slaves poking at one another as if they were children. They were getting too conscious for his liking, as perhaps they had enough time to observe their surroundings better, and therefore be less mindless, but he didn’t like the fact that he was stuck with only four of them. Well, four of them, and Esmeralda, the Princess that was nearly alive at this point.

He needed more slaves, as he didn’t want to give up the wealth that his clones used to carry, but then again, he spent plenty of points on upgrades already, and unless he ran into a weaker monster tonight, one that he could kill and draw the two types of points from, he knew that it would be a very bad idea to make another brigade of clones. He was smart enough to know that much.

Clayton was stuck, he didn’t know what decision to make, and to make matters worse, Rufus kept bugging him.

Rufus walked over, and said, "Clayton, me and Lara talked it over, and she’s willing to be your first love, but you have to take her to a Tavern first, maybe buy her a couple of drinks?"

"What?" Lara raised her head up like an irritated chicken, and smacked Rufus at the back of his head, "I never agreed to anything like that, you fucking demon. Don’t offer me to him as if I was a two-coin whore!"

Rufus was adamant about the matter, and said, "Come on, Lara! He hasn’t gotten even a whiff of a fine, fatty ass for 64 years! Well, and uh, he lost his family too, so don’t you think that he deserves a break? He’s long overdue for one."

Rufus tried to play the role of a saint, but in actuality, he could barely hold his laugh in. Despite the fact that she was close to crashing out, he could tell that Lara was quite embarrassed, which made him believe that she might actually fancy Clayton. This only served to fuel his mischievous nature.

Clayton, on the other hand, seemed uncomfortable, because like any sensible human being, he didn’t care to pursue a woman that was two-decades younger than him. He did not operate like that, but then again, he didn’t want to admit that he was a sixty-four year old virgin either, and yet the matter was escaping his control quite aggressively!

Rufus was having the time of his life. He didn’t care what the two of them were feeling, and in fact, he didn’t even mean most of what he said. He was just bored, and wanted to cause some drama, which in his case, was the softer side of the bell curve in regards to his general malice.

Clayton struggled to control his emotions, but he had to pull himself together, and demand, "Let’s not speak of this matter any further. We have goals that go beyond common human squabbles, such as romance. Remember that we cannot rest until the King chokes on his own blood."

"Sure thing, old man," Rufus smiled, "Actually, no. I promise you that I will look for a nice, widowed woman as soon as we get to that village. You don’t like them as young as Lara, and that’s alright, I respect that, but you have to get some action brother."

Lara kept trying to punch the daylights out of Rufus, practically begging him to stop, but she didn’t have the mass, or upper-body strength to get a man as tall as Rufus to submit. She could only hope that he stopped talking, so they could get along with their day, and avoid this horrendous, awkward topic all together.

Rufus wanted to bug them more, and he didn’t even care if they were uncomfortable, but he figured that he could tease them over the matter whenever he pleased anyway, so he stopped talking for now. He pretended like he listened to the elder, and heeded his command.

From afar, Esmeralda listened to their conversation, and couldn’t help grinning in response, "Heh, thank God he’s a virgin. His spawn would be a demon incarnate."

She felt a little better. It was moments like these that would help one forget their worries for a little while, but as Clayton focused on the matters at hand again, she couldn’t help but frown when she simply saw him move. The very fact that he was still on his feet bothered her significantly.

Clayton was occupied right now, so he didn’t even notice Esmeralda’s glare. He wouldn’t care for it even if he saw it.

Instead, he squatted in front of the torn up bodies of his slaves, and pretended that he was muttering over the matter.

In actuality, he was talking to the system, and tried to combine his freshly upgraded IQ, with her general, consistently intelligent opinions.

Silently, and through the thoughts in his head, he asked, ’What do you suggest I do, system? I don’t want to give up on this wealth, but we can’t carry it, so do you believe that it would be worthwhile to clone a few more of the undead, and get them to carry the gold, and the gems at the very least? We’re looking at wealth that an entire village could not earn in a lifetime, so I hope you understand what’s at stake here.’

[I cannot give you a one-time discount, if that’s what you’re hoping to ask of me.]

’No,’ He shook his head, and insisted, ’I’m asking for your opinion.’

[Well, you don’t have a lot of Soul Points right now, but if you’re actually worried about your wealth, or better yet, if you actually know how you’re going to put your wealth into use, then I suggest that you raise at least ten more of the undead. Clones, or otherwise, and get them to carry your loot.]

[With a total of fifteen slaves to do your bidding as pack mules, I’m sure that you can hold on to enough of your wealth.]

[The value of the armour your slaves used to wear have decreased significantly, since a Basher Basilisk went through them, so at this point, why bother and carry anything that is not gold or gem? You were right in the first place. Go with your gut.]

’’Alright, then, it’s settled.’ He stood up, ’Don’t bother raising these fools, just clone the slaves I already have, if it’s cheaper.’

[It is, since I’ll only be cloning them once.]

[Well, twice, kind of, nevermind. Let me get to work.]