Jackal Among Snakes

Chapter 631: Cogs of the Machine Driving a Nation

Argrave had been skeptical if giving the Fruit of Being to Artur to use in a crafting project was truly the best use of the item. A masterpiece was infinitely less useful than a skilled master, by his estimation—someone that could continue to make ingenious project after ingenious project. Instead, in the twisted fate the fruit had chosen, he’d received two wonderful artifacts, and shared with Anneliese some of the power he received after eating the Fruit of Being.

After a while, they were prepared to depart.

“What would you like as payment, Artur?” Argrave asked, gauging for the man’s reaction.

“Just pay me what you think my work was worth,” Artur said. “And tell everyone who asks that I made the weapons that make you what you are. Oh—and let me out of that research team.”

“We can.” Anneliese nodded. “But you’re very insightful, Artur. Are you certain you wish to stop coming?”

He seemed to waver briefly, but ultimately shook his head. “No. I’m as insightful running this place as I am in that research team, and I have to entertain fewer fools that I can’t put in their place.”

Argrave offered his hand to Artur. “I think you deserve more than money for what you’ve done—but you’ll get plenty of that, I assure you. I’m certain we can produce some rose gold magic coins. And I can guarantee you, until the day we die—which may be never, after what you’ve done—we’ll be coming to you for anything truly important.”

“Well enough,” Artur said, seizing Argrave’s hand for the handshake. “I look forward to it.”

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After leaving Artur, they decided to visit Raven for his scrutiny into what might’ve changed in Anneliese. Artur may have been exceptionally keen, but he lacked the perception of Truesight and the insight of someone millennia old.

“She is not as changed as you or Durran,” Raven informed Argrave. “She has not subsumed spirits into herself, imitating divinity. She might still be considered an ordinary spellcaster in most ways. But you two now exist in a closed loop, sharing many things.” He looked at Argrave. “And just as her abilities changed, so too did yours, more subtly. Your blood magic can still erase magic spells, even divinity—but instead of burning them to ash, all that you destroy will return to her as energy.”

He looked to Anneliese. “And through you, that energy can return to him. You can heal his wounds or replenish his magic. Or, you could use it for other purposes—your own spells, your own shamanic magic, or even distributing it to others. All of that is at your discretion, it would seem. Fighting together, you would become an unstoppable machine that grows eternally. I can think of nothing more fitting to tackle the Shadowlands.”

Anneliese accepted all of that grandiose responsibility with a simple nod. Argrave was certainly reconsidering his perspective on what should be done with the last fruit.

On top of all this, Argrave now had the remote GPS tracking feature installed on his wife. It might have been a touch overbearing if she didn’t have the same feature installed on him—with the right wording, it might even be considered romantic. No matter how far they travelled away from one another, they knew where the other was. It even worked through divine realms.

“We have our siege weapon, it would seem.” Argrave walked around. “But we’ll need others.”

“They’ve all been preparing,” Anneliese reminded him. “It won’t be long until we find him. I’m rather eager to see that sociopath dismembered.”

“Not a sentiment I thought I’d ever hear from you,” he remarked.

certainty. “As do countless others, I suspect. Let’s give

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to Durran as the man had a small breakfast in a public dining area at the

It’s like being in a crowded bazaar, rather than

from Durran. “Care to help

“I think

be free of things more

Durran said, then sipped his

of the past to give Argrave an elite troop to tackle the Shadowlands without fear of losing anyone important. I’m rather positive I have the capability to emulate the Alchemist’s ability to

set his spoon down. “Alchemist goes by Raven, now. And you should just ask Argrave. I’m sure he can pick out

of a thousand dead in my head after my stroll through the Low Way of the Rose. I

belongs on Royal

narrowed his eyes. “Why in gods’ name did

good. It’s fine. It’s passable. But

Durran pressed as he dipped some bread in the

of body parts. What do you say we team up, massacre a village, and then prepare a nice little present for

out of me by saying something disagreeable, but that one was a little sad.” Durran shook his head and peered at his

Ready-made parts, with the damage already done,” Garm whispered. “Would you come along? You said that the Fruit of Being gave you a combat-related ability, but I’ve yet to see any insight on that front. Why not come with me, put that glaive

power out,” Durran insisted.

sure. But nothing like real combat to stir up that instinct, eh?” Garm nudged his elbow. “I promise it won’t take

do something dumb. Find someone else,” Durran suggested. “Or better yet, don’t do it at all. Just wait. Argrave’s generally got the right idea

if you don’t,”

“What?”

tapped his temple. “One way or another, this is getting done. I’m not going to let

tapped the side of the bowl with his spoon. “Don’t bluff

pointed out. “Do you want to risk it? I’ve got the

the spoon down onto the table. “Fine. But I’m

We’re going to build the greatest troop of spellcasters

me do the talking. There’s not a chance Elenore or

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long absence—in other regards, he was appalled by the stagnation. He was rather surprised that he hadn’t been the first to discover druidic magic—and in

on the past sessions, he had great hopes for joining the research team and contributing his theories—and indeed, he already had some ideas forming. Illusion magic was a dead end, he felt. Druidic magic held the key to unlocking the psyche through magic. He