The God of Jesters
Chapter 500 - 8.03.3 The little envy.

Chapter 500: 8.03.3 The little envy.

Certain parts of the world were changing at a rate much faster than one had anticipated, and that was the case with Yethel, a country that went into total lockdown after its war with Cynark.

Everyone noticed the weapons showcased during the war. How they infiltrated the enemy lines and caused massive damage on the war front, and how their weather machine made them almost untouchable. They were making it easier for them to fight guerilla in an open field.

The whole world opened the eyes of the leader to a new form of combat, which ignited their interest and hoped to acquire the same means that Yethel possessed, even including the most advanced country in the world, Pulgasiri.

But everything ended up failing, Yethel, as if smelling the gunpowder in the air, hid their tails and put the country on lockdown.

The only things allowed in and outside of the country were merchant ships that were affiliated with them, otherwise, the whole country had been on lockdown for the past five years.

However, none of this means that their activities in other nations have stopped. Their espionage operations were running just fine, Some seeds that were sown long ago had also sprouted into dependable trees, just like Johar.

Born in Yethel, under the little memory manipulation of a small village, Johar and many like him were planted all around the country of Cynark long ago with a simple goal.

Infiltrate the higher level of Cynark with any means possible. And to see to it that they succeeded, Jester had regularly provided their information and knowledge during the dreams of these spies since long ago. However those things came to a stop half a decade ago due to certain incidences, and the connection hadn’t been re-established till now.

But it didn’t mean they were forgotten. The Church of Jester, specifically the infamous Team One had gone around, handing out a small device called Pager to all these individuals, with knowledge of how to operate and what numbers were accessible to them.

Which had turned the disjointed operation that came to fail after Jester’s disappearance back to the forefront.

: Special? Explain.

"The individual that made a mockery out of Rudrain, I have obtained part of his infection strain."

: There will be someone visiting you tonight: Keep your window open.

"As you say, Leader." Generally, this blood was considered an oddity among those who died with the event.

It spread for a day and then stopped, there were no extra infections after the first day, but it was out of fear that entire streets were put under quarantine, as no one knew if the enemy had placed another one of his bombs inside someone else.

But nothing of such type happened, instead, most found that the existence of the infection that caused the Bloodflowers to bloom lost its capacity to infect someone new after a day, and once everyone died, any traces of the infection disappeared from the world, almost as if evaporating.

This seemed like a controlled attack, a powerful Curse Master that has a background in diseases, or so was believed among the investigators. But that’s all they could find out.

As long as this thing didn’t spread, they didn’t care about it at all. But that was not the case for a certain subset of people who saw the lethality of this disease and planned to weaponize it. Though the most they could do was collect some samples on the first day, the disease lost all its value.

Making the little vials that were collected during the first day, all the more precious.

The Vial in Johar’s hand was pretty much the same. One of the precious few in existence that might hold the secret to the infection and how to control it.

So with his small meeting done, Johar went on with his life as usual. The Firm had nine heads and barely anyone did a thing besides deciding on important matters, leaving them usually free to do whatever they wanted. Which in Johar’s case meant focusing on his little research projects that were funded by the profits he obtained from the Nine Cottage Consulate.

This is how he wasted the day away, and on the night of the very same day, he handed the vial of blood to a naked man who had climbed into his window. "If possible, inform Sir Kanha that the Dranaths are getting a bit too rowdy." Was his message, as for what it meant, Kanha, the second in command of team two will understand it all on his own.

"As you ask my lord." Said the naked man or courier in this case, as he turned into a small crow and took the vial in his claws before disappearing into the dark of night.

And it would be a lie to say that Johar was not a little bit envious of this man. ’If I was a bit younger.’

The Couriers were unlike other Knights that carried the Jester’s blood. As long as the Chosen Couriers can reach the level of Adepts, all of them will be able to awaken a single transformation of their choice as long as they practice hard enough. And it just so happened, that these chosen couriers had a habit of turning into crows, one of the Jester’s favorite pests.

"Hah, should I be envious? I am a Master mage of Transmutation, that little thing shouldn’t affect me." With such thoughts, Johar went back to his regular life.

*****

A week later since the odd visitor at his Door, Heroth chose to open the shop.

It’s been too long already and things were calm enough that some messengers from the Vemilion bird family had already suggested to him that things were safe at the moment, so opening his shop wouldn’t lead to any trouble.

As for what trouble? One should have seen the state of the Southern district a few weeks ago. Houses were raided, and people were apprehended under paranoid suspicion, many of whom never returned.

It was the era of darkness for the mortals, where they wondered if the next time they would be targeted. But that was not the case for Heroth. Although new and field with oddities around him, it would seem that someone had vouched for him long before so that no trouble come his way. Including the Vermilion Bird Family who were his backers, who had come to inform him early on that he should close his shop.

And now that they asked him to open it again, Heroth didn’t deny them and opened it without worry.

’Although he felt bad for what happened to the innocents in the city, he didn’t delve too much into it, cruelty is part of life, you can never get justice all the time. And if you wish for justice, you have to have the strength to take it yourself.

Which many of the mortals in this place didn’t even bother with. They were adamant about living as cattle, and hence they suffered when their owners were eventually paranoid for a bit.

But things returned to calm soon enough and the damage done is not as high as one might assume.

Only around a hundred people were affected, including the victims of the disease that took many lives before.

So compared to the dead settlements on the islands he had seen before, this much misery was virtually nothing.

"The shop is finally Opened?" Came the voice of a young child, followed by her guardian. From the looks of it, both of them belonged to a noble family, which made it all the more odd.

The timing of it all. The shop had just opened and there were already customers of Noble descent.

It’s not every day that there are people of such stature waiting for the shop to open so readily unless they had been aware that it would open today beforehand. Which also means they were in connection with the Vermilion family from beforehand.

"Young lady, I wonder who I am serving today?" Which is why Heroth came forward himself.

"Penyu Dranath, of the Black Tortoise. I came here under the recommendation of a friend." She said proudly while the man behind her looked dreadfully at Heroth, who understood and bowed in response, along with Arahi who was on the side.

"I welcome you to my humble shop, Lady Penyu." He spoke in a kind voice, not a bit annoyed.

As long as no one found trouble for him, Heroth didn’t mind bowing his head to them. Pride is for the fools. And as he expected, after his bow, the man’s face turned normal with a nod, which the little girl never saw or was aware of.

"I wonder what Lady Penyu needs from my shop?"

"Do you have a treasure of the same value as the Vedic Dagger you gave Sister Mehroon?"

It turns out to be envy. In order to show goodwill towards the Vermillion birds, Heroth had sent the magic slashing dagger that he used in his early days to the little daughter of the Vermillion family, but it seems that the dagger caught the envy of a little girl off a different daily.

"Of course I have."

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