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milestone levels ahead of her. She would have practically no special defense against them. Her stats would have to face off against their stats directly. She would be heavily nerfed, while they would have nearly their full power at their disposal.
    It was one of the few attempts at fairness in the casual server. Items were not level-locked normally, so someone who reincarnated a lot might have a sword meant for someone who was level four hundred, but they would be level one. A level one player with such a weapon might be able to take out a level one hundred monster in one hit, but that monster could still do the same to that player even if they had armor to match their sword due to the mitigation effect. It would be like a glass cannon death match where the first strike wins.
    Scott had already both benefitted and been partially-thwarted by those mitigating factors before. During his battle with Karsh the damage did not seem lessened due to how they were both low-level and did little damage in the first place. He was sure that they had been in place and caused the fight to drag out a little longer, even so. However, when he and Rhea had been captured by Corpse Rat he had been knocked into critical state by the single swing of a war hammer delivered by a higher level orc. Had those mitigating factors not been in place he would have taken several hundred, perhaps more than a thousand points of damage. In short, he would have popped like a balloon and been rendered into chunky salsa.
    The interior of the tent was a strangely modern area. It was clean, well-lit, and somewhat cheerful. A rotund man stood behind a wooden counter complete with an old-timey looking cash register. He greeted them with a hearty wave when they walked in, and then called out, “Welcome honored guests. Whom can I find for you today?”
    Scott cringed a little at the whom statement. It readily brought back to mind the fact that they were in a slave dealer’s tent.
    Rhea spoke up, “We’ve come to discuss terms regarding a very special sort of purchase.”
    “Oh? Have you?” asked the rotund man, a small smile on his lips.
    Rhea started to speak again but the man’s eyes widened slightly then his mouth split apart in a soft ‘O’. “You. Would you be the lovely Rhea Ardente?”
    The elf girl’s eyes widened slightly as well, and then narrowed. “Yes, I see...”
    “Rhea, how do you know this guy?” asked Scott.
    She looked to him then sighed. “He’s a player, I think.”
    “Yes, yes indeed.” replied the slave dealer. He smiled at them in a jovial fashion then turned to look at Scott. He eyed the blue-haired sorcerer for a moment and then his eyes began to sparkle.
    “This man... Is he the one?” asked the slave merchant.
    Rhea’s face became slightly reddened at the implication but then she coughed once, “Who he is, is of no concern in the matters that we wish to discuss.”
    “He is, isn’t he? He’s the legendary blue-haired boyfriend!” The fat man practically cackled in delight upon realizing who Scott was to Rhea.
    Scott’s expression shifted to one of confusion and his nose rankled slightly as though he had smelled something terrible. Silently he mouthed the words, “Legendary blue-haired boyfriend?”
    Ero giggled sweetly inside his mind then corrected him. “Shouldn’t that be Legen- wait for it-dary?”
    Scott groaned mentally at his goofy little friend. She must have been watching television re-runs that were stored in his memory once more. “Thank you so much, Ero Stinson.”
    Her laughter only grew after that. Soon Scott’s mental landscape was bombarded by images of Neil Patrick Harris. Of all of the shows that she could have chosen to review inside his mind, he had no idea why she had chosen the situation comedy How I Met Your Mother.
    Rhea frowned at the overweight wholesale people redistributor. “We’ve come to discuss something, and it does not relate to our personal lives.”
    “Ah, have you come to