The God of Jesters
Chapter 502 - 8.03.5 First kill.

Chapter 502: 8.03.5 First kill.

Let’s go back a few weeks, when the hunt for Rosso was in full force, making it harder for him to exist in the city.

There were mystics, curse masters, and even spiritualists who rarely appeared in this world, who came and tried to look for him.

But no traces of his were detected, none at all.

To the world, he appeared dead, which no one really believed. Such a powerful being can’t die so easily.

Even if he faces a strong foe, a being of Rosso’s level would obviously leave some traces. None of which were found around Rudrain or anywhere close to Rudrain for that matter.

Which meant that the opponent they were looking for had greater anti-tracking methods than they could ever fathom.

And they were right. ’It bleeds.’ It was in the third week that the bleeding in Rosso’s left eye stopped. It was this eye that thwarted any attempt to find Rosso’s location, and saved him from ever getting captured. But everything has its limits, and Rosso’s left eye of Melancholy was close to reaching its limits at the end of the third week.

But it seems that he got lucky, and finally, he could take a break. "This is trouble." Wiping the last drop of Blood from his left eye, Rosso went back to working on the small serf farm right below the Nobles that went by the name of Hamza.

A potion Family in the Eastern District of Rudrain, they were also one of the families that were exposed by the Radiant Knights for using Slaves for various specific needs they had. But they were being backed by the Royals and the Radiant Order’s own intention to get closer to this corrupt country.

They chose to abandon the case, letting slavery run as it was before, though the slavers have become smarter, now they use the term "Labor or paid workers, in place of slaves" to counter the criticism and it seems to work.

Which Rosso can only appreciate at the end of the day. With some little machinations, he got captured by the slavers, and considering his fit but mortal body and darker skin than the rest, he was chosen as a serf to work in the fields until he was called for the potion experiments.

Otherwise, if he was any younger or fairer, his fate would have been much worse than the one currently.

"Rotham, go plow the fields on the south side and then take a break." Ordered his master who didn’t appear as cruel as slave owners generally did in the stories that Rosso had heard about. But he knew that his master could only be an exception and from the little fact that he bothered to learn the name of a slave showed this enough. "Yes, Lord." Rosso didn’t mind this life.

It was simple and straight while making it much easier for him to hide in plain sight as he still maintained a close distance with the city.

Though, considering how his eyes were fixed, now was the time to act.

With his work of the day done, Rosso was forced into a room of many others like him, they were slaves, and it would be useless to give them their own private spaces, which makes it harder for Rosso to show his true nature or even take out the Pager for communication. But there was always an excuse for the toilet.

"I will be going out for a while, leave some for me," Rosso spoke while looking at the porridge before leaving the scene of his serf buddies. And they didn’t find it so odd.

This new slave brother of theirs seemed to have a habit of relieving himself before eating, so to them this was natural.

As for the place Rosso chose? It was generally the Sugar Cane fields with their tall shoots, making it easier for him to hide between them. "I am ready to work."

: Then it’s good news. : But are you sure, you can handle: Singular assassinations?

"You don’t have to worry about it, nor will I spread the infection further, no one will even know that I am back." Few understood what kind of body he had, even he understood little of it.

Excluding monsters of the level of the Pawnshop broker, he saw before or some special level of Grandmasters, no one could ever hope to trouble him.

For he was an oddity.

"You are one of the first Artificial Anomaly, You don’t fail." Those words showed the expectation his Creator had for him, as well as a kind of curse on him. Although he didn’t understand what type of anomaly his Creator was speaking of., what he understood clearly was that he was one of the strongest beings in this world. With only such a strength would he be able to fulfill the needs of his creator?

And it showed whenever he made a move.

If he wants to, he can create a great tragedy with bits and pieces of his own blood, and if he needs to, he can kill people silently like he had done multiple times before. Some of which hadn’t even been found.

: Then your first job: create noise in the Chalseem household: before 10 of night, as long as you can attract attention: we will make our move

"As you say." Chalseem, another one of the major families in the Eastern District, was also involved in the slavery business, but more on the transport side of things.

It was the men in their employment that were dealt with by Jester long ago during his escape back to Yethel. It’s where the fateful meeting happened that changed Jester’s life and his subsequent plans.

But that is all for later, as Rosso just recalled the information in his head before nodding. "Of course. It will be done before you know it."

Rosso left the fields and came back to eat his fill of tasteless porridge.

And when everyone went to sleep at around nine of the night, he left the scene under no one’s notice. And after weaving through the city defenses, he reached the appropriate distance from where his mosquitoes could be active.

’Go.’ he ordered, imparting a somewhat different kind of curse inside his mosquitos, which had been modified using his own blood. "Flesh melts." It was one of the more brutal means of attack in his possession, developed after a week of excruciating brainstorming sessions.

This cursed blood melts the flesh as the name suggests, though that can be said to be an understatement, as virtually every bit of flesh turns into a transparent liquid, leaving only the clean bones behind.

And it worked 100 percent of the time.

The small mosquito flew in the air, weaving through the streets and even easily penetrating the magical shield of around 10 noble households, but none noticed the oddity, as if the mosquito never existed for the shield.

’It works.’ And the reason, Rosso understood perfectly.

’Finally here.’ He looked at the scene in front of him, the ramparts of the Chalseem household, although all widows appeared open at the height of seven floors, no one could generally enter it due to the magical shield that surrounds it. But as the mosquito had done so before, it easily penetrated it and found a woman who looked like part of the family, though not so important that she would be missed from the looks of it.

So Rosso gave the order and she was implanted with the toxic blood.

’Done.’

In at most a minute, cries would come from that house, but Rosso was not interested in watching the drama.

He did as was asked and left the scene.

: Good work, her death was different: No one will compare the two.

"You have eyes inside, tell me, who was she?"

; Just a daughter whose future was to be married off; she didn’t even carry a strong strain: of Chalseem bloodline.

"I assume your mission was success them?"

: It was... the shock over the way she died: was strong enough to drive the attention: of the strong ones away from their protected vault: our men had obtained what he wanted.

What it was never mattered to Rosso, to begin with, he just wished to question. "Now that this is done, I wonder what of my request... you did say you have some idea?" At such a question other side went silent for a bit. And why wouldn’t they?

The other side had long claimed that they had some inkling over the trace that Rosso was looking for. But they refused to say what it was until Rosso helped them.

Now Rosso did as was asked, meaning it was time for his payment. : Two more, just two help more and I will tell.

Was the response that Rosso didn’t like even a little bit. But he held it in. "You say two more, meaning you are sure that this information will help me, isn’t it?"

: Yes, we are around 70% sure that this: is the individual the Radiant order is looking for.

"I will believe you for now, help you as long as you stand behind your promise, otherwise, don’t blame me when I get a bit angry and find you myself." Rosso’s right eye lit up in red as he these words, showing that these were not mere threats. These words were backed by his real emotions.

: Don’t worry, Although I say 70%: I am one hundred percent sure about this: it’s why I sent an operator to: keep an eye on our target not too long ago: which had been fruitful, to say the least.