When he returned from the fun area and jumped from building to building, Wex noticed something falling on the wooden wall of the apothecary's yard.

When he approached and saw what it was, he bent down, threw it over his shoulder, and walked down the exterior staircase that led to the basement.

"Hey, boss," he beckoned, at which point he found Jacob sitting on a stool with a sealed jar in his hand containing a long-legged black spider that seemed to fascinate him endlessly. Curiously, the boy left his gloves on the table next to him. It was the first time Wex had seen him without glasses. His fingers were skinny and his skin was pale to the point of translucency, and every vein beneath it was clearly visible.

"I've brought you something," he continued, hoping his words hadn't fallen on deaf ears. "I just found it out there. I think you might find it useful. ”

After a while, still unacknowledged, Weeks frowned and placed his "gift" on the stone floor, near the table that Jacob often used to dissect and "disassemble" corpses. He sighed and looked around for White, where he found himself working on his own project at the other end of the room, where he was carefully carving symbols into a thin sheet of metal with a chisel and hammer. Next to the kneeling giant lay curly, blackened pieces of metal, some of which had turned into slag or morphed into strange shapes, and it hurt to look at them. There was an instinct that told him not to bother White, lest he end his life like those failed metals.

Jacob looked away from the weaver spider that Heskell had captured for him, and found what Weeks had left behind. It was the corpse of a thin, sickly dog.

His scent mask sighed contentedly, put down the bottle, and put on the stitched gloves again. The former thief seems to have turned into some kind of lucky charm, as he succeeds in bringing Jacob what he's been looking for: an animal's brain. Of course, he had to carefully remove it first, then wash and prepare it, but he could eventually move on to making his next build.

“Heskel.”

There was silence for a moment, then there was a screech like a thud and metal being tortured, followed by a grunt of frustration. Jacob knew that White had once again failed to transcribe a letter onto the metallic paper he had provided to him.

The symbols that White painted on the basement wall to avoid his grandfather's surveillance were from the Indian alphabet, and when Jacob found out, he instructed him to copy them down so he could have a copy and learn how to recreate them.

Grandfather taught him this dying language in the Novarosia alphabet, and Jacob simply thought it was because this ancient language appeared before the written word, or that its alphabet had been forgotten. He was only now discovering that, perhaps because of the immense power of the ancient letters, something had been deliberately kept from him, much to his chagrin. If he can learn the alphabet, he will not only be able to create someone who can compete with Heskel, but also someone who is better than him.

After all, if demons can be summoned with their letters and symbols, and the dead can be given life and consciousness with necromantic writing, what miracle can he do with the letters of a language that can be pronounced to spontaneously show the world the great God?

Jacob felt deceived because he had not known the news, as if he were a child who was not trusted to take his father's sword lest he hurt himself and others.

White's heavy footsteps caused his gaze to refocus on the corpse on the ground.

"Look what he's brought us," Jacob said happily, despite his inner turmoil.

"Is the sample healthy?"

"Let's take a look, shall we?"

Sigurt is vigorously scrubbing a stain caused by a customer's careless handling of a bottle containing acidic substances. It had blackened the floors and eroded some of the wood, and while Wex knew it would be futile to clean it up, he loved torturing the arrogant pretender. She didn't seem to have made up her mind yet, so he wanted to force the issue.

Truth be told, he hoped she would stay, just to see how things would play out and see what the boy's evil intentions were for her. However, he is also well prepared and will let him hunt her down if she does decide to run away.

The avatar moves his hooves on the counter. He was content to settle for the status quo, because the money he received from the pharmacist would allow him to live in luxury, luxury. However, the whispering grew louder and louder with each passing day, and became more persistent with each passing day.

As if a saint had heard his heart's pleading, the door slammed open and slammed against the wall, shattering the window. A man in crimson robes stood on the threshold with an expression of anger and indignation on his face. The afterglow of the setting sun shone ominously on him.

"What are you doing in my pharmacy!"

He laughed when Weeks realized the man's identity, but his laughter only seemed to infuriate the newcomer, and he roared across the floor, ignoring Sieg and heading straight for the man who was impersonating him.

When the Governor saw Weeks' hooves on the counter, he took a step back.

"You must be Hargraves." The identity thief replied.

"What are scumbags like you doing in my store!" Did Jalson frame you?"

"You can call this a happy little accident, if you will."

Hargraves raised his palm menacingly at Weeks, but before the avatar could react, Sig jumped up behind the offended governor and slammed the head of her brush into his temple. The blow knocked the brush on the handle, knocking the man to the ground, and the shelf next to him shook with a thud, and the bottle, the bottle, and the bottle rattled.

Weeks lazily straddled the counter, then bent over beside the Governor, one hand resting on his neck.

"Well done." He said, then carrying the unconscious man on his shoulders like a sack of flour and heading down the stairs in the basement.

"Lock up the store, okay?"

"Hey, boss," Weeks shouted as he stepped into the soundproof basement. The avatar suddenly stopped when he saw what the butcher and his hunk servant had done to the corpse he had brought with him earlier that day. The creature's brain was dipped in a strange oily liquid, its body had been completely disassembled, and many of its bones had been added to a shelf resting on a table with the seeds of "hazy memories" sitting next to it. He still didn't know what it would look like when it was done, but it looked like it had at least six legs.

"I think you can take advantage of my gifts," he continued.

"Thank you, Wex." Jacob said that his sincerity surprised the avatar. The little boy looked at the burden he was carrying, and for the first time he had noticed it.

"Who are you there?"

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe it," he replied with a smile.

Jacob seemed to think for a moment, then replied, "Apothecary?"

Wekes' smile widened.

Sieg stood in the doorway and watched, the blood-red light filling the basement. Suddenly, the light disappeared, and the "boss" smacked his tongue in exasperation, and his scent mask was discarded nearby. She realizes she hadn't seen Jacob's full picture before, but she's not sure if it's a blessing.

"It's a waste of the precious little blood I saved," the boy said in Spanish, at least from what she understood. But she wasn't sure what blood he was referring to. This ancient language is also full of context-sensitive words that mean different things depending on the context, so it's possible that the boy wasn't referring to blood at all.

"Why don't you join us?" Weeks said behind her. Even though she saw him in the basement ahead of her, somehow he quietly approached her.

She jumped in surprise, but he quickly grabbed her mouth and pressed a clawed finger to her lips. Then, he walked past her in the narrow hallway, opened the door to the lab, and asked her to follow him in.

"No luck?" Weeks followed him to where the Governor was tied to a table, with a cloth in his mouth and a rope restricting his movements. He spoke Novarosian so that she could listen too, but she felt like a child denied the right to participate in the conversations of the adults.

"I've tried it twice, and I can't afford to waste more demonic blood on this. The pause won't last. ”

Sieg stared fascinated at the symbols drawn on the governor's forehead, chest, and stomach. She had never seen the ritual the boy was trying before, but she could guess its purpose from its name.

The avatar stared at the man for a moment, then said, "You're using lords and squires to represent yourself and Hargraves."

"Indeed."

"It's useless. The lord must have real control over the squire. He's a governor, the upper echelons of the city, and he may only see you as a governor, or even someone lower than him, which means that the ritual won't work. ”

Sieg thinks the boy will punish the avatar for his arrogance, so she is surprised to see him nod in agreement.

"The question is, how do we make him aware of his place."

"Teach him to fear." The deep voice of Jacob's guard rumbled, which startled Sieg once again. The huge giant stood motionless in the shadows, and she didn't even notice him.

"I—I can help him give in to you," she said boldly in Novarosian, unable to believe she was convincing enough in Spanish.

The butcher's cold, calm eyes pierced hers, and he asked simply, "What's the matter?"

"With my Blood-Lowering Charm, I can torture him without causing him permanent damage."

Jacob's eyes narrowed, a wicked expression on his childish face, but then he nodded slowly. "Give it to me."

Sieg took a deep breath. If she wants to live, her best bet is not to run away like the avatar tempted her, but to make herself useful to the dangerous boy and his monster. She pulled out the knife she had with her when casting the spell and carved a shallow symbol into the palm of her right hand, where the tissue had become accustomed to the process, and when she cut open the old scar, little blood flowed out. Once, when Master William taught her these spells, she cried bitterly, but now she enjoyed the feeling of being fed by the power of the Lady Skinned Lady, blood filling her hands and fingers, and her skin getting hot.

She placed her hand on the bound governor's chest, and it wasn't long before his screams of pleading and pleading echoed through the basement.

After three days of methodical torture, the Governor finally got him to speak, but Seeger could see that her affection for Jacob had increased greatly due to her willingness to lend her expertise to her. When the "moratorium on rituals" finally took control of the governor, his defiant and hate-filled demeanor became submissive and calm.

"My lord, what are you looking for me?"

"Hargraves, you're going to do the best you can to take over the management of the pharmacist. Make sure that all the profits of the store go to the Veks. Whatever I and my servants want to learn, you teach. Finally, you are not allowed to leave the pharmacist without permission. ”

"My lord, I understand." The Governor replied timidly, unshackled and got up and put on his crimson robe again. He went upstairs to the store as instructed, and that was it.

"It's incredible," Seeger said in surprise. Then, a depressing revelation struck her, "If you have the power to make others submit easily, then why did you let me keep my function?"

The boy put on his scent mask again, which he needed to take off for the ceremony. A strange smell of fog flowed into the stale air of the basement.

Although his mouth was blurred, she could tell he was smiling, and he replied, "I think it would be more fun that way." In addition, you will waste precious blood. ”

The now obedient Hargraves proved to be a strict governor, and he kept a tight check on his pharmacists, demanding that the medicines and tablets on his shelves be perfectly arranged. He had become accustomed to punishing Sieg with a stick, no matter what mistakes he made, real or imaginary. There was an ounce of self-control in Seeger's blood that didn't beat his brain to the ground with one of the many flasks he had at hand.

"It's funny that he only picks your thorns," Weeks commented, balancing on a shelf with one hoof as he flipped through an erotic art book.

"He's a worse slave owner than you, incarnate."

Abnormal!

Wex laughed so hard that the whole shelf beneath him began to tremble, and Sieg rubbed the back of her head where the Doge's stick had hit.

"Don't speak." Hargraves reproached her emotionlessly.

"I've never seen his puppets retain so much personality before," Weeks commented.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the basement that caught their attention.

There was a loud knock on the stairs, then the walls. They heard Jacob shouting, "Don't let it run!" Just before the basement door was blown off its hinges by the wind, knocking down the shelf where Wex was perched.

When the dust settled, Heskeel stood in the ruined doorway, and Jacob was walking up the steps behind him. Weeks was buried in two crates and several broken bottles and pill bottles, and a huge thing jumped eagerly on him like a naughty puppy, though twice the size of a wolfhound.

When she saw it in its entirety, Sigurt almost burst out of the gate, but instead of running away, she found herself stunned by terrible fear. The monster's head is a little smaller than Seeger's, but it's been carefully designed to resemble a spider's head, only missing those two large eyes, but still seems to be able to perceive its surroundings. Its abdomen was about two meters long, and it seemed to have a silk spinning device for spinning silk, although the outer layer of its body was densely packed with bones, and she couldn't tell that there were seams in some way.

From the sternum beneath its head, eight thin legs grew that were also made of bones, though given their size and many segments, these were clearly human and animal bones. At the end of each leg is a pair of three fingers, which it uses to grab the fallen avatar and pin him to the floor. Finally, it has two fangs made up of phalanges that make a strange chirping sound, which makes her ears harsh and seems to disturb her balance in some strange way.

Governor Hargraves stood motionless, and Heskeel reached for the monster, as if its terrible face did not frighten him in the slightest. However, before he could get closer, the avatar reached out a hand from under the bone spider.

"I'm fine!"

"Dead end, follow!" Jacob asked, standing in the basement doorway.

The spider chirped stubbornly, but after a while it softened, as if it had received some unheard command. When it returned to its owner, the owner put his hand on its head and it happily closed the door.

"What the hell is that!?"

"My newest build: Locke."

"You didn't name the previous one," Weeks said calmly, rising from the chaos.

Sieg remained in the corner of the store, shivering when the Bone Spider began to observe her. Its posture changed from timid to threatening, but before it could hurt her, Jacob put his hand on its head.

"Why...... Why ......"

"Cute?" Veks Adventure.

“…… Alive!"

"I gave it a canine brain, so it's very sensitive to the ritual of the dead that reinforces loyalty. It seems that it no longer needs to learn everything from scratch, but that the reactivated brain retains some inherent attributes, such as obedience and playfulness," Jacob replied. He looked down at his new invention with a look of pride, and then continued: "Naughty seems to be among them, but it will learn the rules in due course."

"It's a dog's brain...... Inside the Bone Spider......"

"Yes," he replied, as if it were obvious and not at all crazy.

Seeger had to question the lady again, and the wisdom she had in bringing her to the madman and his servant.