Jackal Among Snakes

Chapter 632

Chapter 632: Alive Yourself

Anneliese had gone to talk to Elenore, and after, she intended rejoin the research team—Argrave could feel her presence inside the parliamentary hall in his sister’s office. Raven hadn’t been lying in saying that they’d become a closed loop, sharing everything. Argrave had been lying in bed trying to think of what was to be done next to prepare when Durran came to him, spouting a rather outlandish idea.

“It was Garm’s idea, not mine,” Durran clarified as he stood in front of Argrave.

“Well… what… I mean, how… what’s the limit?” Argrave pressed, incredibly eager now that he’d heard the idea. He rose up off his bed. “He’s really willing to do that? If there were anything to get second thoughts about, this sounds like it. We’re going to have an army of the strongest people in history at our disposal—that’s what you’re telling me?”

Durran held out his hand as if to calm Argrave. “Just judging based on what Llewellen cost him, he suspects the upper limit for this matter is about thirty people. Still… he claims he’ll be able to remake them perfectly, A-rank ascension and all.”

Argrave felt like he was getting dizzy with greed after hearing that. “I’m almost tempted to ask if he’s exaggerating.”

“Check him with Anneliese, I suppose. I wouldn’t put it past him.” Durran shrugged. “There are two limits to it, though, insofar as resurrection goes. He needs either the location they died, or the location where their body is. Buried in the ground, mummified, cut into a thousand pieces—so long as the body ended up somewhere, he can catch their impression. He said it’d be best if their ashes were cremated and scattered, because that would extend the ‘net,’ so to speak.”

Argrave tapped the table. Though he had admittedly first thought of Castro, the man had died in Sandelabara. That place was buried beneath magma, now. With the limitation, he couldn’t be retrieved. But even with that limitation…

“I think I should help him pick the right people,” Argrave proposed.

Durran’s face scrunched up and he crossed his arms. “He was pretty adamant about doing this on his own after we get the body parts.”

“Hell, Durran.” Argrave paced around his bedroom. “We could bring back just about anyone. I could scan through the wiki for days picking out the right people.”

Durran held out a cautionary hand. “For my sake, I hope you be careful—he’s very attached to doing this, and if you try and usurp his role, I’m not certain he wouldn’t kill himself just to get back inside my head, torment me.”

over the project, but dismissed the idea—he didn’t care to make things tenser than

speak to me,”

Durran nodded. “Considering how enthusiastic you’re

willing.” Argrave rubbed his hands together. “Don’t worry—I managed

of the Blackgard Union, king of Vasquer, ruler of all the Great Chu, will succeed where I

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want me to kill myself, but you want me to do so on your terms? Good gods, Argrave. How

Argrave could find in the wiki bestowed to him by Erlebnis. Every response was more or less an iteration of the above. He was adamantly opposed to allowing anyone other than himself have the final say in who was brought back. Argrave, in a small bout of paranoia, thought that Garm might be bringing back some people that might aid him in doing something nefarious—gathering mischief-makers

Garm’s honesty that his sole intention was merely to prepare a force that was willing and able to enter into the Shadowlands. All that Argrave ended up

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people that shaped the world, in one way or another. Even you, with all your fancy ways, can’t necessarily tame them so easily. They’re born leaders who reached the top of their fields. Very few of the people I’ve chosen thus far actually died in

a point. These people would have some difficulty accepting him

proven, you’re very persuasive,”

his eyes, a voice

“Bring back my grandfather.”

Garm all whipped their heads to the right.

to talk to him,” she explained further. “I want him

looked at Argrave. “Who the hell

was a part of,” Argrave explained quickly. “Hi, Onychinusa. Hope you’re well,” he greeted cordially—she barely acknowledged him with a wave of her hand. He pointed at Garm. “She’s right. Far as I know, that man did die

bring him back. If he’s not, I won’t. Simple as.” Garm tapped his chest. “Every time I bring someone back, I spend a little more of my life. It’s my artistry—my

known for her patience. But to his surprise, she tore up a clump of the nearby

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