Chapter 220: Close Friends, Closer Enemies
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Chapter 220: Close Friends, Closer Enemies
Close Friends, Closer Enemies
Martel had only just returned to his room after breakfast when someone knocked on his door. With a bad feeling, Martel opened it. As suspected, Jasper stood outside. "I hear things went well for you yesterday. You finished another job. I'm just here for my half."
Martel figured with a strong enough punch, he could smash the smirk from Jasper's face. It would not solve any problems, but it would drastically make Martel feel better for now. Taking a deep breath, he went back into his room, collected two silver coins, and let them fall into Jasper's waiting hand. As he began closing the door, the acolyte quickly placed one foot across the threshold.
"Another thing. I heard you're making salve for the sparring matches."
"So?"
The acolyte crossed his arms, giving the novice an overbearing look. "Don't do that. Tell them you can't."
Martel frowned. Why did he care? "For what reason?"
Jasper's smug expression turned angry. "Because I told you so," he hissed. "Don't forget how this works. I command, you obey." The acolyte retracted his foot and turned to leave.
Martel balled his hands into fists, but he restrained himself as he watched Jasper walk away. Not yet; not like this.This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.
"Back again today? You didn't get enough of grinding powder this morning?" Nora asked with her usual cheerfulness.
"Just making a blood salve. As a gift for the Basilica." Martel did not explain the deeper reason; he was not in the mood for explaining about his little brother and answering follow-up questions.
"That's very nice," the apprentice replied. "I've done that a few times."
Their conversation dwindled into silence. As Martel went through the monotonous tasks, infinitely familiar to him through countless repetition, his mind was free to speculate. Glancing at Nora, he wondered once again why Jasper had forbidden him from making salves for the sparring mages, forcing them to buy from Nora.
Martel saw no benefit in this for Jasper, only her. She could continue selling the remedies, earning a nice bit of coin on the side. How did Jasper gain? He did not, unless... He and Nora worked together.
Martel started to think back on all the conversations he had shared with Nora. Working a full bell every single day, with her always being talkative and asking questions. Martel had never suspected anything other than a desire to pass the time, and he had willingly answered her questions and told her many things. None of his secrets, obviously, but who knew what she might have pieced together from all the little morsels he dropped?
Jasper had uncanny knowledge about Martel's affairs, such as his work with the Night Knives and the exact amount of payment received. That could not be explained by his access to the post arriving at the Lyceum. Glancing again at Nora, Martel wondered if all this time, her friendly behaviour had been an act.
"You're quiet today," she remarked.
"I've got a lot on my mind."
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Chapter 220: Close Friends, Closer Enemies
Close Friends, Closer Enemies
Martel had only just returned to his room after breakfast when someone knocked on his door. With a bad feeling, Martel opened it. As suspected, Jasper stood outside. "I hear things went well for you yesterday. You finished another job. I'm just here for my half."
Martel figured with a strong enough punch, he could smash the smirk from Jasper's face. It would not solve any problems, but it would drastically make Martel feel better for now. Taking a deep breath, he went back into his room, collected two silver coins, and let them fall into Jasper's waiting hand. As he began closing the door, the acolyte quickly placed one foot across the threshold.
"Another thing. I heard you're making salve for the sparring matches."
"So?"
The acolyte crossed his arms, giving the novice an overbearing look. "Don't do that. Tell them you can't."
Martel frowned. Why did he care? "For what reason?"
Jasper's smug expression turned angry. "Because I told you so," he hissed. "Don't forget how this works. I command, you obey." The acolyte retracted his foot and turned to leave.
Martel balled his hands into fists, but he restrained himself as he watched Jasper walk away. Not yet; not like this.This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.
"Back again today? You didn't get enough of grinding powder this morning?" Nora asked with her usual cheerfulness.
"Just making a blood salve. As a gift for the Basilica." Martel did not explain the deeper reason; he was not in the mood for explaining about his little brother and answering follow-up questions.
"That's very nice," the apprentice replied. "I've done that a few times."
Their conversation dwindled into silence. As Martel went through the monotonous tasks, infinitely familiar to him through countless repetition, his mind was free to speculate. Glancing at Nora, he wondered once again why Jasper had forbidden him from making salves for the sparring mages, forcing them to buy from Nora.
Martel saw no benefit in this for Jasper, only her. She could continue selling the remedies, earning a nice bit of coin on the side. How did Jasper gain? He did not, unless... He and Nora worked together.
Martel started to think back on all the conversations he had shared with Nora. Working a full bell every single day, with her always being talkative and asking questions. Martel had never suspected anything other than a desire to pass the time, and he had willingly answered her questions and told her many things. None of his secrets, obviously, but who knew what she might have pieced together from all the little morsels he dropped?
Jasper had uncanny knowledge about Martel's affairs, such as his work with the Night Knives and the exact amount of payment received. That could not be explained by his access to the post arriving at the Lyceum. Glancing again at Nora, Martel wondered if all this time, her friendly behaviour had been an act.
"You're quiet today," she remarked.
"I've got a lot on my mind."
Chapter 220: Close Friends, Closer EnemiesClose Friends, Closer EnemiesMartel had only just returned to his room after breakfast when someone knocked on his door. With a bad feeling, Martel opened it. As suspected, Jasper stood outside. "I hear things went well for you yesterday. You finished another job. I'm just here for my half."Martel figured with a strong enough punch, he could smash the smirk from Jasper's face. It would not solve any problems, but it would drastically make Martel feel better for now. Taking a deep breath, he went back into his room, collected two silver coins, and let them fall into Jasper's waiting hand. As he began closing the door, the acolyte quickly placed one foot across the threshold."Another thing. I heard you're making salve for the sparring matches.""So?"The acolyte crossed his arms, giving the novice an overbearing look. "Don't do that. Tell them you can't."Martel frowned. Why did he care? "For what reason?"Jasper's smug expression turned angry. "Because I told you so," he hissed. "Don't forget how this works. I command, you obey." The acolyte retracted his foot and turned to leave.Martel balled his hands into fists, but he restrained himself as he watched Jasper walk away. Not yet; not like this.This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site."Back again today? You didn't get enough of grinding powder this morning?" Nora asked with her usual cheerfulness."Just making a blood salve. As a gift for the Basilica." Martel did not explain the deeper reason; he was not in the mood for explaining about his little brother and answering follow-up questions."That's very nice," the apprentice replied. "I've done that a few times."Their conversation dwindled into silence. As Martel went through the monotonous tasks, infinitely familiar to him through countless repetition, his mind was free to speculate. Glancing at Nora, he wondered once again why Jasper had forbidden him from making salves for the sparring mages, forcing them to buy from Nora.Martel saw no benefit in this for Jasper, only her. She could continue selling the remedies, earning a nice bit of coin on the side. How did Jasper gain? He did not, unless... He and Nora worked together.Martel started to think back on all the conversations he had shared with Nora. Working a full bell every single day, with her always being talkative and asking questions. Martel had never suspected anything other than a desire to pass the time, and he had willingly answered her questions and told her many things. None of his secrets, obviously, but who knew what she might have pieced together from all the little morsels he dropped?Jasper had uncanny knowledge about Martel's affairs, such as his work with the Night Knives and the exact amount of payment received. That could not be explained by his access to the post arriving at the Lyceum. Glancing again at Nora, Martel wondered if all this time, her friendly behaviour had been an act."You're quiet today," she remarked."I've got a lot on my mind."
