Chapter 71

Chapter 71

My apprehension grew as we strode down the road toward Maltis. This was the regional capital, and while it was nowhere near the size of Dothar, the population was well over a hundred-thousand people. The city controlled trade in the entire region, it was the nexus of trade lines in the local area.

Arching bridges spanned across the wide chasm, visible even from outside the city. Maxwell walked beside me plucking a quiet tune on his guitar. We debated splitting up. I was certain by this point that a group of three traveling companions, one of them being a werecat, was something the guards would be watching for. Maxwell had talked me out of it.

The tune he was playing was a kind of subtle spell that didnt so much as disguise who we were, as it made our group appear inconspicuous and forgettable. We debated for a long time on whether or not the spell was worth it. Dealing with city guards and standard entrance protection to the city would likely be fine, but if the church had stationed a contingent of priests to watch for me, then it was unlikely that the spell would work.

As the gates came within view, a line of traffic went both ways through the white gate. Guards stood under the arch, inspecting and keeping an eye on travelers passing through. I tried not to be obvious in my scrutiny, but I watched as carefully as I could to see if there was any indication of extra guards or the guards paying extra attention.

I dont see any priests, Raven whispered. Youre certain your spell will work?

Yes. Maxwell smiled at a passing cart and nodded, trying to portray that we were just another group of wanderers. And its not a spell, its just a song, a tune. All it does is put their minds at ease as the calm notes tell their brain to look elsewhere for trouble.

Then why isnt affecting us? Raven demanded.

You arent my target. Maxwell sounded exasperated.

How does that work? Raven pressed. I can hear your music, so why doesnt it affect me.

Are you looking for me and my friends? Maxwell glared at her; theyd been arguing about this for a while. Or are you one of the people Im trying to shroud in music?

Raven let out an annoyed huff. That makes no sense.

Would you two stop! I snapped. Were approaching the guards.

The two guards on either side of the road glanced over us and their eyes just moved on to the next person. We collectively let out a sigh of relief, even though I wasnt breathing. Then a man behind the guards fixated on us, he stepped forward alongside the road and raised his hand, drawing our attention.

I tried not to panic and nodded at him. He was clearly some kind of officer. His armor was emblazoned with a symbol denoting his rank, though I didnt know the ranking system in this nation. His armor was neatly polished, and the silvery steel was augmented and offset by bright blues. The fact the city could afford to equip their soldiers and guards with such expensive armor spoke to the wealth.

Reasons for visit? the officer asked in a clipped tone that was all business.

Maxwell continued to pluck quietly on his guitar, and I smiled at the officer, hoping my illusionary face didnt show the turmoil I was feeling. A little trade, but mostly travel, I said, attempting to keep my voice level.

I dont see any horses or trade goods?

Ah, yes. I nodded, calling up the story we decided upon. Were just setting out after completing quests in the area. For now, we mostly have gold, and we looking to purchase horses and trade goods, using that to pay for our exploration as we go.

The officer thought about my words, a brief round of suspicion in his eyes, before a light of realization dawned. You bound souls, always looking for something else. Enjoy Maltis, and stay out of trouble.

I smiled back at him and nodded, then we continued on through the gate. That had been exactly what we hoped he would suspect. As NPCs had woken up, theyd become more aware of bound souls, and the hijinks they would get up to. A group of adventuring bound souls in the area looking to continue onto the next was nothing new, nothing special.

Almost as soon as we were through the gate, there was a commotion, and I looked behind me and saw that a small contingent of people had joined the line and were pushing their way to the front. We hurried deeper into the citythey were so close behind us!

Another contingent of men in holy robes rushed down the main street toward the gate, and we slipped past them.

Maxwell just about passed out from running so hard. In fact, I had partially carried him some of the way. Carrying both of them to increase our speed caused my death energy reserves to decrease. I was only able to do it for a little bit, but the ground we covered over the course of the day had been more than we covered at any one point since.The roots of this story extend from novell bìn origin.

The only trick now was the map. But we were in the city now, and in cities you had options. One of our goals, aside from saving ourselves some travel time by acquiring horses, was to find a way to temporarily disable the map. Unfortunately, both goals required money, which we had very little of.

We also needed to get over the bridges crossing the chasm, as that was the other chokepoint that might stall us. There were multiple bridges, but each would have guards stationed on them if our pursuers determined we made into the city.

Since the map updated at more or less midnight, the last position they had on us was near where wed broken through their line. Choosing that position wasnt only because it was weak, but it also indicated a different path than we would actually follow.

By the time we reached the bridges, the sun was beginning to dip.

The scale of these bridges was one to be appreciated. Stone arches made up of massive stones were further reinforced by steel cables supported by tall towers on either side. I hadnt expected such engineering capabilities. The fact theyd been able to manufacture cables that size spoke to the ability of magic to change what was normally capable for such civilizations.

The bridge had a steep arc, and when we reached the middle, a truly massive piece of pure, solid granite served as a keystone that supported the structure.

Without that solid piece of granite, the stone slabs wouldve tumbled down into the chasm below. The sweeping cables came lowest at that point and nearly touched the stone railings. I took a moment to step to the side and look down to the chasm. Hundreds of meters below us, a wide river churned, taking up all of the chasms kilometer wide floor.

The construction of these bridges had truly been a monumental task, and I had no idea how it could have been accomplished without heavy machinery. But I could picture scores of mages and wizards working together to levitate the stones in the place.

While I knew rituals, learning an entirely new ritual just for something like this wasnt worth the time, so I didnt offer my own expertise. New rituals took time and patience to learn, far more than we had to spare with how close the priests were. I would watch whatever this other ritualist did closely. Maybe I could eventually replicate it.

Can you have them here in time? Maxwell asked.

Should be no problem. Well have to discuss payment later, but Ill front the cost, and even though its low, its still expensive.

Im happy to play for the evening to draw people in to help offset the cost some, Maxwell offered.

If you stay another night thatd be worth something, this evening is already kind of settled in, though I would still appreciate it. As far as horses, that should be straightforward, same for the room. And it might seem steep for me to ask as much as I do for the rooms, but I provide protection and anonymity you cannot match elsewhere in the city.

I take it an IOU you wont work? Maxwell asked.

Nope. Jones met my gaze, interest and curiosity crossing his eyes. I wondered if he had seen something. Youre on the run, if I just do this for you on the house with an IOU I might never see my money. Though I have a task that would be rather well suited to compensate, your friend seems very capable.

What are you thinking? Maxwell asked suspiciously.

Theres a new crime ring forming, Jones said. We dont know where it came from, and its causing a lot of turmoil. Theyre mostly slavers and theyre encroaching on the relatively balanced underworld.

You cant be seriously asking us to eliminate a crime ring, Maxwell said incredulously. Just for a room and a few services.

Jones laughed. Of course not. I would pay you as well. Im not a fool, I know that what Im asking for is more than the debt youre incurring. But itd also give you cash to help with your flight. Im sure that would be useful.

I frowned and thoughtwell, my illusion did. Do you care how we do it? This likely wont be a quick job. Can your ritualist spoof this tracking more than once, so it buys us more time?

I dont particularly care how you do it, Jones shrugged. No one in the underworld really cares how you go about your ways, long as you dont get caught. Kind of the general rule for most shady interactions. As for the spoofing, yes, but it will definitely make it clear that something is wrong when they spoof it a second time.

If they dont realize where Im at, I dont see how thats an issue. In a city this size, I was pretty certain I could get away with using quite a bit of death magic and no one would know any better. Death was everywhere, so even an excess burst of it would in all likelihood go unnoticed.

I will warn you that given time they can probably triangulate where youre located, Jones said.

I would expect as much. I stroked Mercy thoughtfully debating my options. You kinda have us over a barrel. Were in the city already, if we dont have the blocking they will fortify the exits and prevent me from leaving. So, tell me about this crime ring.

Jones smiled. Like I said, we dont know where they came from, they keep popping up in different places across the city. Their leader almost appears to be priestly, for those who have met him and live to tell. Which is strange because Olattee would never condone this, so it must be some other religion.

You mentioned theyre slavers? I asked.

Thats one of their areas, or so we think. Jones leaned on the table, pointing at the map. We think thats the central location for their operations. But were not sure where the slaves are that they take. People keep disappearing off the streets and are never heard from again. They hold black-market slave auctions, but the people they sell are not He licked his lips nervously. Normal. They might be something other than slavers, no way to know. They also pedal some kind of red powder thats becoming quite the new crave on the streets.

Whats it do? Maxwell asked.

Gives some pretty impressive temporary physical boosts and an adrenaline rush thats supposed to be something spectacular, Jones explained. But the side effects are brutal. Enough that the local crime families want nothing to do with it. After all, if you kill off your clientele, who do you have left to sell to?

You have a deal. Truth be told, this was something I had the time for. It sounded too much like another blood cult, or something else just as sinister. My imagination was already coming up with ideas about where the people they were assuming were taken as slaves were actually disappearing to.

Jones sent out a runner to get the ritualist. I expected it to take longer to get the ritualist. Except hed come running, judging by the breathlessness and beads of sweat dripping down the side of his head. Evidently, Jones commanded quite a bit of respect with the man.

Let me see the map, he said as he slipped on a pair of spectacles. He hemmed and hawed as he studied it, occasionally glancing between the map and me. Okay, I know what needs to be done.

Can I help you? I asked. I have some skill with ritual magic.

We shall see, he said. You knew enough not to try and learn a new ritual for a time sensitive matter like this, so maybe youre not entirely unskilled.

I will bear you the boring details of the ritual he laid out. It consisted of different items from me and the ritualist. Once the diagram was done, he was thoroughly impressed by my skills with ritual magic, and at some point, he began explaining the logic behind the spell. I still wouldnt have the skill to replicate it myself, but I had the basic understanding of how to spoof this tracking spell now. Given time, now that Id seen it firsthand, I could no doubt replicate it, or something of similar effect, on my own.

Working together we powered the spell. It wasnt very power intensive and was done within a few minutes.

This should last for a few days. From what I understand, you will need it done more than once. I nodded and the ritualist continued. Ill come back and help you with that then. Next time you can take the lead. If youre on the run, this would be useful for you to know out in the field.

I appreciate your help, I said with a smile. The ritualist gathered up his supplies and left.

Jones gave us rooms and I settled into rest. Itd been a very, very long day.