Jacob woke up and curled up in Heskel's arms, and when he was suddenly too tired to move, Heskel moved them into an alley somewhere. Although he had long since learned the art of staying awake for days on end, the new environment and stimuli had him tired out faster than expected.

He stood up, stretched his slender limbs, then looked at his life jacket and straightened his flesh robe.

"We needed to find a place where I could work quietly. The first servant clearly did not live up to my expectations, but I took responsibility for the fact that my craft was done in too haste. ”

Heskel also stood up from the cobblestones, humming in agreement.

"Look for asylum," he replied.

"Indeed, we have to do it."

Jacob had barely walked down the street when a tall woman called out to him, her brown hair in a bun and an apron tied to a gray apron stained with flour.

"Hey, boy! Are you an alchemist?"

He immediately stopped and turned to the woman.

"How do you know?" He asked her suspiciously. Alchemy was one of the many professions that his grandfather admired, and Jacob was required to learn it from the age of seven.

"So you're an alchemist?" Follow me, move fast. ”

Heskele snorted a warning, but after only one glance at him, he calmed down and followed Jacob into the bakery where she had appeared.

In the room, the other two women, skinny compared to the large woman in the apron, leaned against a pale man with purple bumps on his right arm and shoulder. In color, it is a reddish-purple color, similar to the pesky Leeche that grows in the middle layers of sewers

Toadstools, Jacob could tell that there was some kind of infection or poisoning in his body, and it had been for a long time.

Without further examination, Jacob told them, "When it reaches his brain, he's going to die." "Maybe he'll live another day, or two."

When one of the women heard this, she immediately fainted, and the big woman pleaded with him.

"You're going to fix it!"

"I can fix it," Jacob replied, "but I don't have the equipment to do it because I don't have a lab." ”

"As far as I know, the only available place is our basement. We mainly put flour and yeast there. ”

"How big is it?"

After having Heskell move the flour bags and various things stored in the bakery, Jacob had a sizable workspace. Using some discarded planks and broken chairs, Huskel quickly built a flat surface on which the patient could lie down. It's really just a low table.

As White continued to arrange what was needed, Jacob leaned down and cut off his dirty shirt, revealing his torso and arms. He has several distinct, but barely visible, spines on his forearms, as if he had been bitten by a rodent.

"When was he bitten?" Jacob asked the tall woman, who was the only one left to watch him. Haskell set up a laboratory.

"Biting? She asked, confused. Then, she seemed to remember something. "Oh! That was four days ago. He came to work complaining that when he tried to pet a barely hairless cat, it bit him. ”

"What is a cat?" He asked Herskel.

"Big Mouse: Catch Little Mouse," he replied in the same Spanish.

Jacob nodded thoughtfully. "A bigger mouse, but with smaller, sharper teeth. Typical. Why would anyone want to pet it?"

The White snorted coldly.

The tall lady, Jacob heard that she was the owner of the bakery, and looked between them. "Are you outsiders?"

"I need containers," he replied, not answering her question. "Big, metallic or ceramic. They need to be waterproof. Bring back the other two as well. ”

The shopkeeper did not question the request, staggered away, walked up the stone steps, came to the first floor upstairs, and shouted at the other two women.

"Should I really bother to save him?" As soon as they were alone, Jacob asked the ghosts.

"Be cover, fool the guards."

"Do we have enough money for four pauses?"

Heskel snorted in the negative.

"Three?"

Huai Ting nodded.

"That's barely enough. We'll need to find more demonic blood in the city. I don't want to be like my grandfather and summon demons when supplies are scarce. ”

Just then, the lady returned, followed by two of her assistants, both carrying cast-iron and rough ceramic bowls. A man flinched when he saw the man lying shirtless on a makeshift table, breaking a small container to pieces.

"Hold on, Lisbet!" The young alchemist assures us that he will heal him. ”

The girl, Lisbet, nodded meekly. This is the woman who fainted earlier.

Jacob pointed at Lisbet.

"We'll peel that one and leave the rest to the ceremony."

Hesquel nodded and gave the order, while the three women stared blankly at each other, unaware of their sudden danger. If Jacob wasn't a boy sheltered by monsters and a crazy flesh worker, then he might blame them for the situation they're in now: after all, they let in a masked boy in nasty clothes and a giant with unusually large muscles, skin discoloration, and scars. In fact, Jacob didn't think about anything other than his goals. When grandfather asked, he did. Everything else doesn't matter.

Before the three of them could react, Huskell strode across the stone floor of the basement and grabbed Lisbet by the neck with his massive fist, snapping her spine with a snap. With experience, he first bribed the shopkeeper in the temple, and then another assistant. The two immediately fell to the ground, unconscious. Hesquel is a monster with supernatural powers, but his true talent lies in his ability to harness everything, from the power of a minute to the power of steel. As a result, he has the ability to knock a person unconscious with very limited trauma to their brain and skull structure. Of course, this has never been a sure thing, but so far, Jacob has not witnessed Heskel accidentally kill someone while trying to subdue them.

"Before we start, tie them up and cordon off the upstairs area so no one bothers us."

White agreed, and they got to work.

After completing the first two rituals, Jacob freed Huskel from the shackles of the shopkeeper and assistant baker.

"What's your name?"

"Hello," said the shopkeeper.

"Katya," the clerk continued.

Jacob noticed no sound interference, as he experienced with Callum while entertaining.

"Why do they sound normal?" He asked Herskel. It's not that he's disappointed, it's because he's a very curious person, and this anomaly needs to be properly examined so that it doesn't go unhandled and lead to future problems.

White shrugged, much to Jacob's chagrin.

"At that point, I'm going to have to do more testing."

He turned his attention back to the two forged servants and made sure that he had read the following order correctly in Novarosian.

"Ehlo, Katya. You continue your normal work in the warehouse above, making sure no one knows about my lab here. If necessary, you can give your lives so that Heskel and I can escape if we are found. ”

"Yes, sir." The two immediately replied.

Jacob laughed playlessly behind his scent mask. It was a strange quirk of the abort ritual and other types of conquest spells known to him, in which the individual internalized the surrender relationship in a way that they themselves could understand. When he first experimented with the ritual on rats in the sewers, they treated him as their own dear adult. However, the vagabonds who go up the canal see him more as a demigod. In the eyes of the working peasants of the residential area, Jacob was some kind of aristocracy or royalty and should be unconditionally obedient.

If there is a possibility that a submissive demon may appear, he does not know what form it will take to flatter. Even Raleigh, the demonic servant who served his grandfather for the longest time, considered himself equal to his creator and had a higher status than Jacob. Demons cannot be controlled, and can only be traded and dealt with through written contracts.

"Now it's the last one."

Jacob chooses a different approach than Callum to reshape the poisoned man into a humble monster. In hindsight, it became clear that integration was a prerequisite for Helmsgaten to go unnoticed. While doing so minimized the potential force, he redesigned the man's new shoulder and right arm, hiding the blade with a hollow compartment that could be released by using certain additional muscle groups, such as his right hand, where flexing the little finger and thumb would release the claw from the back of the hand. Ultimately, these new organic weapons will not be able to fight against blades or armor, but their discreet nature guarantees that the battle will be over before the opponent has a chance to adequately defend himself. At least that's what people think.

"What do you think?" Jacob asks the ghost.

Heskell nodded thoughtfully.

"Okay?"

"Be creative," he replied.

It was a rare compliment for a servant who had ministered to his grandfather and witnessed the talented master meat maker perform his symbolic and literal magic.

Jacob was about to begin the "pause ritual" when the reformed man suddenly woke up from his coma.

"Tie him up." He commanded, and the giant quickly pressed his hand down on the body he was whipping.

As the object churned violently under Herskel's control, Jacob did his best to draw the three necessary signs of the ceremony.

Without warning, the air began to vibrate, and Heskell grabbed the man's forehead, a disgusting purple glow from his fingers.

"Shackle! He shouted in a distorted voice, and the struggling man immediately collapsed, as if his life had been choked away.

White looked up at him, blood oozing from under the shy mask he was wearing, his fingertips spitting out thick tendrils of smoke from the backlash of magic.

"Hurry up," he said.

Jacob immediately erased the signs and began to redraw them at great speed, albeit without compromising the lines and proportions. As he worked, he couldn't help but be amazed at the knowledge of spells that White had so far not known. He suspected that even his grandfather knew this side of Heskeil. The thought of this made his head ache faintly.

After he had completed the symbol of God, Jacob double-checked each line. Huskell still had one hand on the man's forehead and the other on his torso. When Jacob looked at God's sign, he saw White's fingertips quietly smoldering, as if touching burning coals. The stench they emit is like burnt hair and ashes.

Jacob stepped back, grim determination on his sweaty forehead, ready for the ceremony. At that moment, the man began to move.

Closing his eyes, hoping that his lines were true, he began the ritual.

"Watchman, I beg you to observe this ritual. I implore you to secure its ownership. ”

The man began to tremble violently.

"By this ceremony, I declare that I am Lord. Through this ritual, I enslaved this soul to me. ”

The trembling turned into a whipped and Herskel had to force the subject back to the makeshift table, and as he tried to reach for Jacob, the claws on his arm jumped out.

"It is made with the blood of God, the watchman and the squire, this is my absolute subject."

When Jacob opened his eyes after the last syllable, the man broke free from Heskel's grasp, the claws of his reconstructed arm only a palm's width from Jacob's throat. Then, he simply retracted his weapon and sat back down on the edge of the table.

"Order me to ......," he said, eyes on the little Jacob, and even sat down.

"What's your name?"

"Lotus ......"

"It's just the same voice as Callum," Jacob said.

Heskel snorted wearily in thanks. The ordeal seemed to drain his savings.

"Sandbar in the river. I command you to find me a man who has passed puberty and is in good health. Report back to me once you find it. Use the power I have given you only when absolutely necessary. Make sure you don't catch the guard's gaze, and if you do, eliminate anyone who tries to follow you. Finally, don't leave the area. ”

"Yes, God......" Holm obeyed, then stood up, put on the discarded tunic they had taken off Lisbet before dismembering her, and went upstairs.