Jackal Among Snakes

Chapter 590

The Alchemist sprawled out on the cold stone plateau. All around, voices spoke.

“Law, instead of casting judgment on Raccomen and myself, could you judge what in the blazes is wrong with the kingling?”

The Alchemist turned his head, drawn from his stupor. There, Rook, with markedly bolstered confidence, stared upward at Law as the golden figure knelt down. An army of Justiciars approached. The Stormfield was dying, so they had no need to protect the army any longer.

“I will not forget this deception. But for now, I will put it aside.” Law split his body apart, and his golden aura enveloped his champion. “Erlebnis is dead. He cast no magic before he went—I sensed only the faintest tingle of his divinity. Yet…”

The Alchemist began to make sense of what had happened. The Ravenstone had been forged out of Erlebnis’ Blessing of Supersession, long ago. With the god himself perished, the Ravenstone broke, sending him out of its protection. Fortunately, the battle was over. The Alchemist, still a husk, slowly gathered himself. He reformed his body that he might stand, and rose.

Argrave had fallen to his knees. He stared upward at the sky, unblinking as he tremored. His eyes were spasming, alongside faint twitches in his fingers. Feeling some urgency, the Alchemist approached.

“Stand aside,” he ordered Law, whose aura prevented his further approach. “I will examine him.”

The gods regarded the Alchemist with some distaste, but they knew better than to argue. All of them were familiar with the Alchemist’s expertise and his constant presence in Argrave’s company. They watched as his gray eyes glowed green, scrutinizing Argrave. Of every human, the Alchemist knew Argrave’s form the best of any—he had performed countless operations on the man, and had spent weeks deconstructing his body. He’d even wrote books on the subject. Naturally, he could tell when something was wrong.

The Alchemist quickly identified several oddities—fever, sweating, confusion, and a seizure. Beyond the skin and bone, he caught an alarming factor immediately. “He has slight encephalitis… but that isn’t something I can simply ignore.”

“Encephalitis?” Raccomen repeated.

“His brain is swollen. It’s…” the Alchemist trailed off as he scrutinized the brain closer. He grabbed Argrave’s head, his fingers stretching around and piercing the skin subtly so as to see beyond. It wasn’t merely swollen—it was virtually on fire, a hub of activity. Given the circumstances, he quickly came to a conclusion about what was happening. “It’s adjusting to knowledge that Erlebnis bestowed.”

All the deities present said no more—from what Erlebnis had said, they could guess as much.

the things that Erlebnis traded in—knowledge,” Rook walked forward to stand near Argrave, peering down at him as his gray eyes twitched. “Anytime he wanted to, he could bestow knowledge. Only really did when it was part of some deal, or when he stood to benefit—the man hoarded it jealously. So… what, he gave Argrave a load of faulty knowledge, jammed his brain? Is

even once it settles, Argrave’s mind could be forever changed. It might need to

could forget

Motor skills.” The Alchemist looked around. “Something needs to be done. Quickly. I intend to do that, and you will protect me as I

god

crossed his arms. “Sataistador remains the threat. We must

Blackgard Union,”

argue, but Law’s voice sounded

He scrutinized the King of Vasquer, studying his

been taken without

a while. Rook and Raccomen disappeared long ago, but eventually

with his,” the Alchemist said. “It can handle more

that safe?” Law

eyes, adjusting his head. “I’ve never

you intend to try it

him years prior, bringing it forth to the man’s face. “Best have your Justiciars shield us. This won’t be a pleasant view for his

began to turn it counterclockwise. The blade zipped through, rising up the jaw, past the ear, around the top of the head, then back down. Having cut

should have—”

the Alchemist interrupted the ancient god. “I need to

then slowly began to sink in, as though pushing through water. Unpleasant squelching noises filled the air. The Alchemist took a deep, deep breath once his hand was far inside, then began

once, a torrent of overwhelming power fell upon him. Not knowledge—the Alchemist could handle that. One of the reasons he had long avoiding directly touching another’s mind was related to the Smiling Raven. To escape that beast,

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