Volume 1 Chapter 21 Interrogation

Jack had barely escaped death by using the Church’s name in front of the Bala-level threat he had just faced.

But dangers lurked at every corner and only when he would have reached a safe place could he take a breather.

So without further ado, he set his mind and started moving toward the Sin Clearing Brigade’s building using the map he had been given.

Kisin walked through the slim human-sized burrows that were used as corridors of Glor’s Nightrow Market.

He encountered many cloaked Pathseekers during his wandering but as per the social gathering standard to be expected of a black market, no one greeted each other, only evaluating the danger one was in by meeting another Pathseeker and moving on.

While moving through the never ending maze-like tunnels of the Nightrow Market, Kisin eventually arrived in a much larger area.

The grotto could be qualified as a mid-sized town’s main place in terms of space, it was filled with people, the quasi-totality of them being Pathseekers.

The very few non-Pathseekers otherwise known as Ashes roaming the Nightrow Market were either peerless martial artists, aristocrats talentless in terms of cultivation surrounded by Pathseekers bodyguards or Artifact wielding Ashes.

Kisin reached the shop he was searching for, a relic selling shop dug in a mound of dirt and rocks.

The shopkeeper was a rank 8 Noga-level Klous, its body of red fluid shook when Kisin entered the boutique.

The fluid slithered out of its bed; As the Klous started coming out of its glass jar, it greeted the new customer that had entered its shop.

Sound somehow came out of the fluid forming a voice: “Greetings, welcome to my honest business, are you here to purchase magical artifacts.”

“Maybe” said Kisin as he looked through the relics on the table in front of him.

The Klous continued: “My name is Corvallen, how can I address you sir?”

Kisin canceled the concealment over his Tatum-level aura for a brief second before hiding it again.

Kisin hospitably responded: “You may call me Alfred Rovedo, Twelfth Inquisitor of Light.”

The conversation had suddenly gone awry. Corvallen was silently looking(?) at Kisin with fear and doubt.

To be honest, nothing was hinting at the fact that Kisin really was a member of the inquisition but Corvallen was a business owner in a blackmarket.

If a man enters a business in a blackmarket and claims himself to be an Inquisitor, either he is one or he has the strength and confidence to take on the Imperium-level Nightrow’s guardian and a full squad of the Church’s Inquisition. Because of that the Klous was uncertain of its fate.

Kisin dropped the hood of his cloak, a warm smile radiated as he looked at his host.

He took out a crystal medal as he said: “Now I trust you recognise this badge.”

Corvallen red broth shook once again, with great intensity this time, furthermore after the initial big sway smaller ripples kept appearing on its body, this was a clear sign of the large amount of stress it was currently facing.

“Now… Sir Rovedo, you can’t understand how pleased I am from your presence in my humble shop.”

“Oh wonderful, then you won’t have problem answering a few of my questions” The Inquisitor said with a warm smile that was so friendly and so cheerful it was scary.

“Go ahead Sir.” said the Klous.

Kisin slowly strolled from table to table, leisurely looking at the different offensive and defensive artifacts.

The sounds of Kisin’s heavy steps on the dry floorboards reverberated through Corvallen’s blood-like liquid body.

The ripples on the liquor were getting stronger and more frequent.

Kisin took an ancient mask from one of the shelves and asked: “I recently caught wind of a mysterious package that had arrived at a shop in Glor called Cor. Relics, maybe you’ve heard the same rumor as me.”

“I indeed have heard of that matter Sir.” responded the Klous that was trying to make itself as small as possible.

“Oh really… well could you tell me where that shop would be?” asked Kisin

“It would be here Sir.” Corvallen said with gloom.

Kisin took out a small transparent gourd and drank a big mouthful of red liquid.

He took a large breath and said: “Nothing better than Red Hourm Nectar to fight thirst wouldn’t you say?”

Corvallen stayed without comment in response to this question.

Kisin dropped the warm smile act and the gleeful persona. The only thing that was now left was a neutral expression on his face.

“Now Corvallen, could you tell me where that package currently is?” He said with a cold tone.

As the nervous Klous was about to answer, its gaze(?) strolled between the backshop and Kisin.

“The… the content of the package… could you… could you describe it please?” Corvallen asked with a trembling voice.

“Don’t you have any ideas of what I’m talking about? Not even in the slightest?” The Inquisitor asked back.

“You know Sir, many many packages come and go in this shop. For example, the mask you were holding earlier, it came from the Extreme North.”

Kisin looked back at the mask before replying: “I’m surprised you got your hands… Your liquidy hands on this kind of artifacts.”

He continued: “The Extreme North is a source of all kinds of artifacts, but we rarely see them on the market over here.”

The Klous shakingly replied: “It is because a lot of those artifacts are either confiscated or destroyed by the Sin Clearing Brigade of your church Sir.”

“The package I’m looking for should contain some blood, if I remember correctly it should have been conserved in perfect condition. You know, as fresh as a Prito coming out of their cocoon.”

The Klous slid toward the backshop and said: “Oh yes, that package, it should be in my safe.”

Kisin watched as the blob shakingly opened the safe made of an alloy of Volior, Steel and various other metals.

The moment the locked chest was opened, a bellicose aura spread in the room

“If you wanted to kill me with this artifact that is obviously from an Outer God, it won’t work.” said Kisin

Silence was the only thing in the store for around twenty seconds.

“You know, this thing is an extremely small artifact, barely has enough power to kill a rank 5 Bala-level Pathseeker, if it was twice its size I would be intimidated but this… This is a joke to every Bala who were able to kill a Tatum-level Pathseeker.” continued the Inquisitor

Corvallen didn’t say anything for some time, only looking at Kisin.

The Klous said with doubt: “You are not an Inquisitor.”

“Does it matter? Corvallen, you are going to tell me where the package is right now” he said with the same cold tone as before.

Fear, the sense of impending Doom, hopes of survival, dread. Those thoughts and emotions led Corvallen to spit out the truth.

“It’s with the Clints. The Clints have it.” it said with a terror-stricken voice.

Kisin said with a small smile: “See it wasn’t that hard.”

He shook his head before continuing: “But I don’t think I’m gonna believe you from your words alone.”

-Kisin Original: Earthly Attachments, Earth Path

-Kisin Original: The Dust Bites Back, Earth Path

Before Corvallen had the time to assimilate Kisin’s last sentence it was binded by rock and its body started turning into vulgar dust.

After a few minutes, its body had completely turned into dust and Corvallen’s soul started leaving the remains.

-Michael Original: Ghastly Hand Soul Rapture, Soul Path

With Corvallen’s soul in hands, Kisin put his hood back on and walked out of the shop.

Two hours later a hooded young lady accompanied by three other individuals entered Cor. Relics.

None of them could see the Klous, the safe was open and the floor was dirtier than every time Morka came to the shop combined.

The good news was that the Nail that let out a more subtle aura than before was still there.

Morka signaled one of her teammates to take out a box as she zealously approached the Nail.

She didn’t dare touching it directly as it could create an undesired bond between her and the Nail, she carefully grabbed it with a small pair of pliers.

After putting the Nail in the box, she said: “Seems like Corvallen is dead, not too much of a loss as we would have disposed of it anyways. We were lucky its aggressor didn’t steal the Nail.”

She fell in deep thought before continuing: “We need a new Receiver as well as a new Smoker for the next Nail, any idea of shops that could take the role of the Receiver?”

One of the hooded figures replied: “I think HG’s Barge should do for the Receiver as for the Smoker I already have someone.”

The moment they had figured out everything they needed, Morka and her group quickly left the shop without looking back.