Magic Girls of Multiverse Inn 2

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Chapter 1 “Pliers and ratchets?” I asked. “Yes,” Kaz replied as she tucked a long strand of black hair behind her ear. “Clothes and blankets?” I checked. “They’re on the bottom,” Prinna replied. “I thought they would be better there.” “Good thinking.” I smiled at the white-blonde witch. “We also have the colored pencils, the sketching pads, and these things…” Kaz spoke in that almost-French accent that turned me on so much, and she held up a small wooden box with a craft blade inside. “What did you call them?” “It’s called an X-acto knife,” I said helpfully. “Or just a hobby knife.” “Such a peculiar thing,” Kaz hummed as she tucked four of the hobby knife kits into the top of my rucksack. “It would not be good for stabbing someone.” “It’s not a weapon,” I chuckled. “Remember? It’s a tool.” “Yes, yes.” Kaz smiled. “I know.” “Remember how well those things sold in Ryvem?” I asked. Kaz’s violet eyes lit up with the memory. “We made so much money.” “Yeah, we did,” I laughed. Three days ago we’d made another journey back to Ryvem with a whole host of other supplies for the people to explore. The arts and crafts items had flown off our collapsible booth like hotcakes, and during the last few days we’d made another big trip to the local arts supply store for more. The buyers of the Snupplemuck District had bought up almost everything we’d brought, and the clothes had sold as well as they had on our first trip to the realm that held the Whispering Woods. We’d returned with another hefty pile of gold tucked away in my rucksack, and I’d been really grateful the magical bag somehow never seemed to fill up or become much heavier than a full gallon of milk. Gold was fucking heavy when you piled it all together in a huge stack, but my rucksack made transporting it easier than I could have hoped for. Now, our gold solars were safely tucked away in a medium-sized safe I’d bought at a nearby sporting goods store. It was intended to store guns, but it kept our growing fortune just as secure. We’d also commissioned a second collapsible booth from the old wood carver while we were in Ryvem, and she assured us it would be ready in a week. It would effectively double our sales, and it would give off the impression that business was good. A good reputation had quickly become something I desired to attain in the other realms that made up the Grymm. Showing up with a full shop of goods to sell would tell any potential customers that we had a history of quality goods. After all, people didn’t make money and improve business by selling shit or being a shady merchant. “What was the final count, Kaz?” Prinna asked as she jammed one last sequined dress into the rucksack for good measure. “Did we make more in Ryvem or in Amirma?” “Amirma,” Kaz answered with a bright grin. “The glass jars of soil brought in as much gold as we made in Ryvem by themselves.” “I almost feel bad for accepting such a hefty price for something that’s so cheap here,” I said with a mock frown. After a short pause for comedic effect, I grinned and shook my head. “On second thought, I don’t feel bad at all.” “You shouldn’t,” Prinna laughed. “The people of Amirma are lucky to have a venturer like you with the ability to provide them with fertile soil. They have plenty of gold to throw around.” “And throw it around, they did.” I smirked. “That one guy nearly gave me a black eye trying to buy those apples.” My women laughed at the memory. The people of Amirma had endured starvation and desolation after the Consumption. They were desperate for food that wasn’t rotting, and anything that could provide a bit of self-sustainability. We had plans to return with more soil, seeds, and simple gardening tools, but for today, we were trying a new door. Which meant entering a whole new realm I’d never seen before. “Are we ready?” I asked. “All I need are my shoes,” Kaz said, and she perched on the edge of the bed in our new room. We’d decided to move into one of the rooms on the third floor when we’d discovered they were nearly twice the size of the rooms on the second floor of my creepy inn. I scoffed lightly at the way my life had changed in less than two weeks. It somehow felt like ages ago that I’d arrived here in this little suburban town in Oregon and first laid eyes on this massive and haunted-looking inn. I still didn’t know why Professor Wersnop had left the inn to me, but I would never stop being grateful. The strange inheritance that I’d first thought was some kind of scam had turned into the wildest and coolest fucking thing to ever happen to a guy like me. And that would have been true if it had just been a fairly normal inn, but The Multiverse Inn was anything but normal. Through its fourth-floor bedrooms, I’d traveled to three completely different realms that were potentially millions of lightyears away from Earth. I’d met two gorgeously sexy and magical women who’d both joined me on my adventures, and I was well on my way