The God of Jesters
Chapter 509 - 8.05.1 Have babies for a better future.

Chapter 509: 8.05.1 Have babies for a better future.

"Mines? Then are you stealing from your masters?"

"No sir, this was brought out in exchange for normal payment.’ Rosso spoke, showing a dusty gem that didn’t seem that expensive, which was enough proof that the guard turned his head away, losing all his interest.

’The world is a small place.’ He didn’t know who to blame for this bad luck. The moment the shop had opened, a sort of enemy of his had already been doing some business with that strong pawnshop owner.

Why they were here, Rosso didn’t care about it at all. This old pawn shop owner is probably the strongest being he had seen till now, so it’s not odd that people from the major families were his customers wasn’t odd and Rosso was well aware of it due to the last meeting he had with this old man, who claimed to have direct contact with the Vermilion family.

’That man, he is still suspicious of me, I can’t come back here again.’ For some reason, that old man although appearing suspicious of him didn’t dare to act, which can only be due to the existence of the girl. His mission was to protect her, he couldn’t go around offending odd personalities just because he found them suspicious.

Not when the most suspicious individual they were looking for was capable of massive carnage. It was fear that held him back, fear that something would happen to the young mistress of his. ’These tactics do work.’

There were little more than ten minutes left before a response came from the four families, so he needed to move fast.

Entering the shop, he came across the old man again, who at first appeared confused before recalling. "The young man who before the shop got closed," Heroth spoke before noticing that the current state of Rosso was not so good. "What, did something happen? You don’t look too well."

"There have been some issues and I wish to sell that bracelet for money." It was a lie, this was all just an excuse to further his talks before bringing up the Compass.

Though how he should proceed was the issue, with one of his eyes closed, he spoke. "You spoke about getting me 57 million for this? I am ready for a lesser amount, but I need it at the fastest." The Bracelet was an auto-protection mage artifact, there were few like this in existence, to begin with.

So such a price was not odd to begin with. "Are you sure, about it?" Heroth didn’t speak much besides taking the bracelet and giving it a deep look. It was the very same bracelet as before, without ever being used even after what its owner might have gone through.

Well, the last few weeks had been devastating to the southern district, so it would not be odd that this customer of his might be implicated as well. What kind of issues did he face? Heroth was not the kind to be nosy about it. He lived by the rule of life and let others live in peace.

And as long as no one disturbed this peace of his, he didn’t mind anything at all. "When you originally didn’t sell it to me, I thought you would go and sell it in some auction house, but you are back here?"

"No auction will dare to operate after what happened a month ago." The discussion was simple, and he spoke as little as possible while eyeing the girl in the distance, which he did almost instinctively from time to time.

Something that Heroth had noticed since the first time, but he didn’t speak, as he had seen many young men come to the shop to leer at the girl many times. This is why, in his eyes, Rosso was someone who could control himself much better compared to those people.

Self-control is hard to come by in this day and age.

"I can do it, but I can’t do it too fast. I don’t possess such a level of cash at this moment." The most Heroth can do is act as a mediator, meaning he would still need to visit the Vermilion family before he can do anything.

"How much will I be able to get through?" Rosso wondered.

"Depends on how long can you wait."

"A Day at most."

"Then no more than 40 million." At that price, Rosso felt silent for a bit, before showing a struggling expression and asking. "Such a steep drop? Wouldn’t such Artifacts sell for a greater price due to the incident?" The accident turned many nobles paranoid.

If they can’t be safe in the capital of Cynark, then they were safe nowhere. Making the price of protection items soar with time. "This is the best price I can promise you, they might go for lower." The people he was in contact with were not in the core of the Vermilion family, they were mostly the people handling odd jobs. And for people like that, they were not dealing with a huge amount of cash at hand, nor could they make such a huge transaction on their own.

Heroth really wanted to help get his customers the best price, but he truly was limited by time too much.

"Then... hah, then check this. If this can supplement the price." Rosso spoke, taking out a compass that appeared simple on the surface, but Heroth from the start noticed how odd it was.

"Such an amalgamation... where did you find this?" Heroth spoke, looking at the compass as if he were looking at a real treasure.

"Left by my mother, she often used it to find me whenever I got lost, sadly. I don’t know how to use this myself on account of being a mortal." With those words, Heroth’s eyes lit up.

Although not interested in the stories of others, if he had one interest, it would be treasured. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have lived decades of his life on the treacherous seas. "Used it to find you?" He spoke, taking the compass out of Rosso’s hand without even asking at this time.

But Rosso didn’t complain, Heroth might have hidden his strength from the outside world, but Rosso could see clearly how strong this man was, so no matter how special that compass was, a man like this wouldn’t betray him for something so low.

And he was correct, after tinkering with the compass, he handed it back to Rosso. While saying in a disappointed tone. "You will get nothing for it, so you should keep it to yourself." Those words indicated that the old man had understood something.

At least he was able to assess its true value. "Can sir please explain why it won’t sell at all?" Rosso gave a deep look toward the compass, showing some mix of sentimentality and disappointment.

"It’s a blood artifact, it seems like your kid belonged to some fallen Knight family if this is an artifact of your people... if you can ignite the blood in your body, you can activate the compass to find your kind, if others exist that is," Heroth explained in clear detail, which put Rosso in only further confusion.

’So blood it is.’ he is not ignorant of the Blood artifacts.

They came in form after the time of First Knight came to an end. They were created using the body of a fallen Knight, where only the possessor of the Knight family can use the strength of their ancestor.

And the lowest requirement for one to be deemed to be turned into a Blood Artifact was generally Grandmaster. And it can bring someone on the level of Master to fight off high-level Grandmasters as long as the Knight can inspire the Artifact using his own blood as a price.

This tool is also considered a family treasure built with only one purpose. Which was the protection of the clan, otherwise few would dare to take it out in the open, to begin with.

"Can others like this exist?" Rosso wondered, holding in relief as he was waiting for an expected answer.

Which did arrive. "No, they are not something that can be made in a factory, that compass in your hand holds the life of a Grandmaster Ranked ancestor of yours. Don’t disrespect them."

"Then can’t I... hah."

"Don’t be so disappointed, although its sell value is nil and no one would buy it unless it’s those collectors. But if there is a descendant with an artifact like this in hand, they can join any noble family you want, who will provide wives for you."

"As long as any of your children can inspire their blood, with that artifact, the future of your lineage is set." At those words, his head also tilted toward Arahi for a bit, before shaking his head. ’No, it was foolish tithing to consider. She is a spy, albeit a foolish one.’ If he were to connect these two, only trouble would be sent his way and Heroth found it annoying.