Chapter 416: Trading in Fear
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Chapter 416: Trading in Fear
Trading in Fear
Solday afternoon, Martel spent a bell with Eleanor in the library as usual. However, towards the end, he began copying her notes about all possible runes that might possess healing powers.
"You could just borrow my notes if you need them," Eleanor said, as she looked up and noticed what he was doing.
"This way is better," Martel just replied. He did not wish to tell her his intentions, should nothing come of it. When he was done, he made sure to use the library to confirm what he dimly recalled Master Fenrick had once told him about different gems and their magical powers. Lastly, he wrote a few words down in Archean, similar to how he had seen it on the wardstone that unlocked the chest guarding the relic of Saint Laurentius. With everything ready and the bell ringing in the distance, he helped Eleanor clear away the table they had used before they split up; she went to training, he left for the city.
***
Swiftly, with a sheet of parchment safely folded inside his robe, Martel went to the market district where he had met Mouse the other day. Unlike last, she was not hiding; she sat on a piece of debris, watching the surrounding crowd. As soon as Martel approached her, she jumped to her feet and walked towards him. "Your guy is in a tavern right now. Or at least, he was when I left him. He'll probably be there all day though, if yesterday's anything to go by. Mole is watching the place, he's real good at staying unseen."
"I have no doubt. Lead the way."
"Our money?"
Martel handed over ten silver pieces. While he did not trust Weasel, the other street children had always been honest in their dealings with him, however surprising that might seem.
Stuffing the coins into hidden pockets of her ragged clothing, Mouse set off, leaving Martel to catch up. They hurried through the winding roads of the city, the small girl using her knowledge of the streets and her small size to cut corners, squeeze through openings, and duck under the occasional scaffolding, sometimes with workmen shouting at her to stay out of their way. Despite his long legs, Martel almost struggled to keep up, forced to circumvent many of these obstacles. He was a little relieved when she suddenly stopped, and a small boy crawled out from a pile of trash.
"He's in there." Mole pointed across the street at the tavern.
"Very well. Thank you." Knowing that he might have a long wait ahead of him, Martel looked around and found a small alley, where he might stand around the corner and wait for his quarry to emerge. The children meanwhile, both of them laughing, ran away.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
***
The rogue scrambled to get on his feet. "Right away, master, as you say!" Behind him, the wall of flames disappeared.
***
After a long walk, they stood in front of a familiar door. Martel recognised the house, though he would never have remembered the way back on his own. His guide stepped forward and gave a series of knocks. Soon after, the door opened to reveal the artefact trader. By his surprised look, he had not expected to see Martel on his doorstep.
"May I go?"
Martel made a throw with his head, and his temporary companion hastened away. Turning his attention towards the merchant, Martel stepped forward to enter the house, pushing the owner back inside. "You remember me, I'm sure."
"Of course. I'd never forget a customer. Or a wizard." He mumbled the last words.
"I want you to find an artefact for me. Something that contains a specific ability."
The trader bowed his head, hiding the relieved expression on his face. As he looked up again, his demeanour had become servile. "Happy to serve. Would this be Asterian, Archean, or Tyrian? Something more exotic?"
"Archean or Tyrian, either will do." Martel took out his parchment with his notes from the library and unfolded it. "If the latter, it may contain one of these runes. If the former, it will most likely bear a topaz or one of these words inscribed. You read Archean, I presume?" He handed over his writings.
"Of course. A necessity in my line of work." Accepting the parchment, the trader glanced over the runes and ancient words. "I must confess, I've never seen anything like this. But I may come across it, of course," he hurried to add.
"If you do, send a message to Martel at the Lyceum. You will be paid accordingly for your service."
"More than happy to serve," the merchant reiterated with a bow.
Martel gave a nod in farewell and left. This time, he made sure to notice the location and the way to the nearest square, allowing him to find his way back.
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Chapter 416: Trading in Fear
Trading in Fear
Solday afternoon, Martel spent a bell with Eleanor in the library as usual. However, towards the end, he began copying her notes about all possible runes that might possess healing powers.
"You could just borrow my notes if you need them," Eleanor said, as she looked up and noticed what he was doing.
"This way is better," Martel just replied. He did not wish to tell her his intentions, should nothing come of it. When he was done, he made sure to use the library to confirm what he dimly recalled Master Fenrick had once told him about different gems and their magical powers. Lastly, he wrote a few words down in Archean, similar to how he had seen it on the wardstone that unlocked the chest guarding the relic of Saint Laurentius. With everything ready and the bell ringing in the distance, he helped Eleanor clear away the table they had used before they split up; she went to training, he left for the city.
***
Swiftly, with a sheet of parchment safely folded inside his robe, Martel went to the market district where he had met Mouse the other day. Unlike last, she was not hiding; she sat on a piece of debris, watching the surrounding crowd. As soon as Martel approached her, she jumped to her feet and walked towards him. "Your guy is in a tavern right now. Or at least, he was when I left him. He'll probably be there all day though, if yesterday's anything to go by. Mole is watching the place, he's real good at staying unseen."
"I have no doubt. Lead the way."
"Our money?"
Martel handed over ten silver pieces. While he did not trust Weasel, the other street children had always been honest in their dealings with him, however surprising that might seem.
Stuffing the coins into hidden pockets of her ragged clothing, Mouse set off, leaving Martel to catch up. They hurried through the winding roads of the city, the small girl using her knowledge of the streets and her small size to cut corners, squeeze through openings, and duck under the occasional scaffolding, sometimes with workmen shouting at her to stay out of their way. Despite his long legs, Martel almost struggled to keep up, forced to circumvent many of these obstacles. He was a little relieved when she suddenly stopped, and a small boy crawled out from a pile of trash.
"He's in there." Mole pointed across the street at the tavern.
"Very well. Thank you." Knowing that he might have a long wait ahead of him, Martel looked around and found a small alley, where he might stand around the corner and wait for his quarry to emerge. The children meanwhile, both of them laughing, ran away.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
***
The rogue scrambled to get on his feet. "Right away, master, as you say!" Behind him, the wall of flames disappeared.
***
After a long walk, they stood in front of a familiar door. Martel recognised the house, though he would never have remembered the way back on his own. His guide stepped forward and gave a series of knocks. Soon after, the door opened to reveal the artefact trader. By his surprised look, he had not expected to see Martel on his doorstep.
"May I go?"
Martel made a throw with his head, and his temporary companion hastened away. Turning his attention towards the merchant, Martel stepped forward to enter the house, pushing the owner back inside. "You remember me, I'm sure."
"Of course. I'd never forget a customer. Or a wizard." He mumbled the last words.
"I want you to find an artefact for me. Something that contains a specific ability."
The trader bowed his head, hiding the relieved expression on his face. As he looked up again, his demeanour had become servile. "Happy to serve. Would this be Asterian, Archean, or Tyrian? Something more exotic?"
"Archean or Tyrian, either will do." Martel took out his parchment with his notes from the library and unfolded it. "If the latter, it may contain one of these runes. If the former, it will most likely bear a topaz or one of these words inscribed. You read Archean, I presume?" He handed over his writings.
"Of course. A necessity in my line of work." Accepting the parchment, the trader glanced over the runes and ancient words. "I must confess, I've never seen anything like this. But I may come across it, of course," he hurried to add.
"If you do, send a message to Martel at the Lyceum. You will be paid accordingly for your service."
"More than happy to serve," the merchant reiterated with a bow.
Martel gave a nod in farewell and left. This time, he made sure to notice the location and the way to the nearest square, allowing him to find his way back.
Chapter 416: Trading in FearTrading in FearSolday afternoon, Martel spent a bell with Eleanor in the library as usual. However, towards the end, he began copying her notes about all possible runes that might possess healing powers."You could just borrow my notes if you need them," Eleanor said, as she looked up and noticed what he was doing."This way is better," Martel just replied. He did not wish to tell her his intentions, should nothing come of it. When he was done, he made sure to use the library to confirm what he dimly recalled Master Fenrick had once told him about different gems and their magical powers. Lastly, he wrote a few words down in Archean, similar to how he had seen it on the wardstone that unlocked the chest guarding the relic of Saint Laurentius. With everything ready and the bell ringing in the distance, he helped Eleanor clear away the table they had used before they split up; she went to training, he left for the city.***Swiftly, with a sheet of parchment safely folded inside his robe, Martel went to the market district where he had met Mouse the other day. Unlike last, she was not hiding; she sat on a piece of debris, watching the surrounding crowd. As soon as Martel approached her, she jumped to her feet and walked towards him. "Your guy is in a tavern right now. Or at least, he was when I left him. He'll probably be there all day though, if yesterday's anything to go by. Mole is watching the place, he's real good at staying unseen.""I have no doubt. Lead the way.""Our money?"Martel handed over ten silver pieces. While he did not trust Weasel, the other street children had always been honest in their dealings with him, however surprising that might seem.Stuffing the coins into hidden pockets of her ragged clothing, Mouse set off, leaving Martel to catch up. They hurried through the winding roads of the city, the small girl using her knowledge of the streets and her small size to cut corners, squeeze through openings, and duck under the occasional scaffolding, sometimes with workmen shouting at her to stay out of their way. Despite his long legs, Martel almost struggled to keep up, forced to circumvent many of these obstacles. He was a little relieved when she suddenly stopped, and a small boy crawled out from a pile of trash."He's in there." Mole pointed across the street at the tavern."Very well. Thank you." Knowing that he might have a long wait ahead of him, Martel looked around and found a small alley, where he might stand around the corner and wait for his quarry to emerge. The children meanwhile, both of them laughing, ran away.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Nvl--B1n.***The rogue scrambled to get on his feet. "Right away, master, as you say!" Behind him, the wall of flames disappeared.***After a long walk, they stood in front of a familiar door. Martel recognised the house, though he would never have remembered the way back on his own. His guide stepped forward and gave a series of knocks. Soon after, the door opened to reveal the artefact trader. By his surprised look, he had not expected to see Martel on his doorstep."May I go?"Martel made a throw with his head, and his temporary companion hastened away. Turning his attention towards the merchant, Martel stepped forward to enter the house, pushing the owner back inside. "You remember me, I'm sure.""Of course. I'd never forget a customer. Or a wizard." He mumbled the last words."I want you to find an artefact for me. Something that contains a specific ability."The trader bowed his head, hiding the relieved expression on his face. As he looked up again, his demeanour had become servile. "Happy to serve. Would this be Asterian, Archean, or Tyrian? Something more exotic?""Archean or Tyrian, either will do." Martel took out his parchment with his notes from the library and unfolded it. "If the latter, it may contain one of these runes. If the former, it will most likely bear a topaz or one of these words inscribed. You read Archean, I presume?" He handed over his writings."Of course. A necessity in my line of work." Accepting the parchment, the trader glanced over the runes and ancient words. "I must confess, I've never seen anything like this. But I may come across it, of course," he hurried to add."If you do, send a message to Martel at the Lyceum. You will be paid accordingly for your service.""More than happy to serve," the merchant reiterated with a bow.Martel gave a nod in farewell and left. This time, he made sure to notice the location and the way to the nearest square, allowing him to find his way back.
