Chapter 247 – Foxy.

“You shall all bear witness when the great one descends, your flesh will be turned into his glorious body, the world will finally become whol…”

*Thud*

“Shut up, damn shitty cult nuts.”

“Hey be careful, that’s the last one, we need to get more information out of him.”

“But boss, none of those fuckers talked, their heads even started to explode…”

In a room lit up by magical torches a peculiar scene was taking place. An old man in a dark robe with an insignia of the Abyssal god was cackling while in a pool of blood. To the side was a small pile of corpses of people wearing similar robes.

“This one seems to be different, boss. I think he is a high-priest, almost a tier 3… we lost many good men during the raid…”

A large man with an even larger scar across his face delivered a kick to the laughing high-priest. The man’s hands and legs were bound, the foot connected with his stomach and caused his whole body to be flung against the dirty wall.

A sound of bones being broken was heard by the small group of people here yet no one seemed to mind. To them, this was quite the normal display, a day-to-day occurrence. In the underworld, a person needed to grow a tough outer shell. Without getting used to all the blood and violence it was impossible to survive here.

“Gah…”

“Please don’t damage the subject, I still need him alive, the other ones weren’t very… noteworthy.”

A man in a tailored suit and glasses walked in. He had the appearance of a posh Buttler at around the age of forty. His hands were covered with black gloves but a tint of red was visible. To the side, he had a large bag that he placed on a nearby table. Soon he opened it up, in it, there were various vials with strange liquids, medical tools like scalpels, and syringes as well.

“Do you think you can get something out of this one, Doc?”

A woman’s voice came from the side, all of the people in this room looked at this lady. It was a peculiar sight to see a woman of about the height of a hundred seventy centimeters be surrounded by brutish-looking men.

Her body was clad in black leather armor that quite tightly hugged her body and allowed everyone to see her curvature. The lower side of her face was covered by a mask that seemed to have a filtration feature. A hood was draped over her head which didn’t allow people to make out her facial structures.

“I can’t promise you anything, Guild Master. The magics that keep these fanatics in check are strong. The stronger with their delusion they become, the more adverse their reaction to the stimulus becomes”

The gentlemanly looking man looked towards the bunch of corpses that were all missing their heads. He had already gone through the henchmen but all of them had some kind of in-built defensive mechanism that would kill them instantly.

“You’re telling me that the famous underground doctor can’t do anything either? Do you expect me to still pay you?”

“I didn’t say that it won’t be possible.”

The man continued to work with his back while talking to the leather-clad woman. From within he pulled out something that resembled a butcher’s apron. He started placing it over his clothes and soon also took out a syringe containing a strange purple liquid.

“Give me a day, if he has some information, you shall have it.”

“… Let’s go boys, give the Doc some space, you all know he is shy.”

The men inside the room looked towards the syringe and strange vials. They knew what was about to happen and would rather not be inside this room to see it. Even though they were thieves and killers, torturing required a stronger stomach. Soon the woman and three of her goons were walking through the dungeon-like corridor.

“Are we sure that it was the only hiding place?”

“Our guild members went through their hiding hole, they weren’t there for long, a few months at most. They were slowly expanding the tunnels but weren’t able to connect to anything worthwhile, think we got lucky this time.”

The large man that previously kicked the high-priest against the wall talked while the others remained quiet. The day before they had managed to unearth the Abyssal Cult’s hiding place, inside they found six people and the high priest.

“Even if some of them escaped, they won’t be able to leave.”

“We’ll need to thank that girly for bringing those magical boxes over, it made things a lot easier.”

“Aye, she has a lot of guts if she was able to snatch it from the city guards.”

“I’m not sure about that…”

“Hoh? Do you think they just gave it to her? Could she be working with the noble? Want me to bring her over?”

The man’s facial expression changed to one of anger. This was the thief guild and unless it was a direct order from the guild master it was forbidden to keep secrets like that. Normally if a trade like this occurred the thieves guild member would have to report it to the big boss.

“That hatchling? No, that’s not it, she hangs around that Runesmith a lot and he was the one that made them.”

“You sure know a lot boss…”

“That’s why I’m the boss, now screw off and make yourself useful.”

The large man didn’t know what the leader was thinking but he was not in a position to make any decisions. It seemed that the girly that brought over the magical boxes had some connections to powerful people on the outside.

“Aye, I’m going…”

Soon the group of four became three after the woman clad in leather vanished behind the corner. Even when the three men tried they could not hear any noise, it was as if she was never there, to begin with.

“The boss creeps me out, she always appears out of nowhere. Does anyone even know how she looks?”

“I heard that the last fellow had his eyes gouged out, so better be careful…”

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“You two better shut up, if she hears you, your balls might be snipped.”

“I’d rather die than lose those.”

“Hah, you just use them on whores.”

“Is there any other use for them? Also, Buckley, the boys have been getting annoyed lately… it’s about that Runesmith…”

One of the men recalled something when the conversations switched towards the city Runesmith.