Sacrifice Mage

Chapter 17: Blood Blocked

The next day, after Sacrificing breakfast, I hit up Aurier.“You mind sparring with me a bit?” I asked. “I guess we might not have weapons to spar with though, unless you think you can borrow some from Gutran.”

“Sparring?” Aurier said, shovelling down more insect porridge like it was a Michelin star meal. “I’ll be honest, I’m not that good with any weapons, unfortunately. You’d learn a lot more with someone like Hamsik. Also, why’s your hand scratched up?” he added, pointing to the linen wraps around my hand. “Did you accidentally cut yourself?”hat’s the criteria Sacrifice needs—that whatever I offer has to be something I undeniably own. But looks like the Weave doesn’t think blood drawn by someone else belongs to me, even if it’s blood.”

This brought up the related line of thinking of whether the Weave considered the blood to belong to my opponent. Would it allow said opponent to Sacrifice my blood then, provided they had drawn it? That was a rather problematic line of inquiry, but I was still very curious.

Turned out, the Weave didn’t think my blood belonged to Escinca either, even when he had been the one to spill it. Aurier didn’t have Sacrifice so we had to enlist a frowning Elder’s help.

“Some weird ownership limbo going on around here,” I muttered.

“What does mean?” Aurier asked.

Sometimes, I forgot that the Weave was translating everything I said into a different language, and some terms just didn’t have a similar concept. I wondered if the Weave had picked the religious context of limbo to try and translate, which would explain why it had stumbled. “It means like, stasis. A state of uncertainty where nothing really happens.”

“Ah, I see.”

Well, I wasn’t that unhappy at my test having failed. It hadn’t been an actual failure. This outcome was way better than me getting the idea in the middle of a fight and suddenly finding it failing. Although, it was morbidly funny imagining a scenario where I tried to gloat that I had my opponent right where I wanted them, only to get stabbed through the guts when Sacrifice didn’t work.

We trained some more afterwards, though my mind obviously wasn’t focused on it. I was still feeling a little bummed out at my idea for Sacrifice failing. Aurier gave me some more pointers, things he had picked up from Gutran, and I did my best to try and remember it all.

Afterwards, we helped Escinca clean and tidy up the main hall of the temple. That was the main venue of the Elder’s little fete.

Our cleaning was interrupted by the guards. My eyes widened a little when I saw that it wasn’t just Captain Revayne—her face yet again hidden behind her book—leading in a small handful of her subordinates. The muscular Ogre leading them all had the aura of someone even superior to the captain, what with the medals pinned to the uniform and the bearing of someone used to commanding others.

“Ah, Guard Commander,” Escinca said with a pleasant smile. I thought I detected a wrinkle of tension around his eyes, though. “To what do I owe the pleasure? Have you come here to pay respects to the Great Arl? The sun god, banished though he may be, would appreciate all prayers.”

“Save me the scripture talk, Elder,” the Ogre commander said. Her deep-set eyes roved over me and Aurier, clearly assessing us for threat levels before dismissing us both. “You know why the guards would show up at your broken-down temple.”

“Well, you’re a little early for the fete, but perhaps we can still find—”

“It’s the , you damn…” Whatever the commander said next faded to too low a volume for me to make it out. Then her voice rose in volume again. “We got a tip saying that you’ve been hosting a Scarseeker here.”

Escinca’s smile dropped a bit. “Well, that’s certainly one way to put it.”

“Is it or is it not true?”

The Elder sighed. He went on to explain the same thing he had said to me, about how the nobles were trying to buy their land, about how they had come here to offer them a good chunk of money to take their shit and sod off. Why was anyone’s guess. “The Scarseeker from House Kalnislaw was just one of the nobles.”

“So you aren’t accusing the Scarseeker of creating Scarthralls to put you under further pressure in order to sell your temple?” the Ogre asked.

“Isn’t that your job?” I asked. “To see if there’s a link between this Scarseeker and the Scarthralls?”

“That’s what we’re doing here, you human runt. Investigating all sources to see if there’s a link.”

“Please, Commander,” Escinca said sharply. “If you can restrain yourself from calling me any names, then I would be obliged if you could extend the same courtesy to my junior cultists.”

The Ogre’s bared her hand-length tusks. “You should count yourself fortunate is the worst you’re getting after the stunt you pulled, Elder.”

Ah, right. Now I got why she was pissed. The whole exploiting the legal loophole to Sacrifice me hadn’t endeared Escinca to the guards.

The Ogre took a deep breath before rattling it out. She looked like she’d have much preferred to wring all our necks instead. “We’ll be taking testimonies from each of you individually. This is part of the investigation. I want to hear everything, I want to know every bit of information you have about the Scarseeker noble. And you better not lie.”

What followed was just that. A brusque but thorough set of interviews were conducted by the guards. I was saddled with the captain, Revayne, as my interviewer, and I told her everything as truthfully as I remembered them. She was curt and professional, and reading her book, even while she was interviewing me.

“How are you on the same book when you’ve been reading it all this time?” I asked.

She flipped a page languidly, eyeing me once over the rim of the cover. “You are aware of the concept of re-reading, yes?”

I grumbled. We continued our conversation, and while she was marginally interested to hear that I had been summoned, I wasn’t sure if I was glad that she didn’t pursue it any further.

Revayne thanked me for the information again before returning to her superior. All the other interviews were done. The guards took their sweet time comparing notes right in the middle of temple main hall, before finally leaving. Without giving us any further information, of course. Typical.

“Good riddance,” Aurier said, scowling at their departing backs.

Escinca just shook his head.

We were supposed to return to our regularly scheduled programming at the Cult of the Sun. Although, I had other business to take care of.

“Do you know what I need to gain citizenship, Elder?” I asked.

“You’ll need a sponsor, and that’s it mostly.” He smiled at me. “And I believe I can suffice.”

Elder Escinca kindly drafted me a letter, which I accepted gratefully before heading off.

While citizenship was my main goal for now, there was another thing on my mind. It was getting a bit ridiculous that no one had lied to me and the Sacrifice reward hadn’t activated yet. Either I had misjudged how it worked, or I just didn’t talk to enough people regularly, or I was just a cynical jerk who expected lies to erupt around every corner with a loud “Boo!”.

Whatever the case, I realized I needed to take active advantage of it. So I used Gravity to raise my weight and travelled through the neighbourhood around the temple until I found the woman whose daughter Aurier and I had rescued.

She was surprised at my question, but she guided me to the scammer who had sold her the packets of powder that supposedly manifested a strong Aspect.

“Are you going to… take care of him?” the woman asked with a whisper. She was clearly aware now that she had been duped. Had she found out on her own, or had Aurier told her?

“Uh, don’t worry, I’ll handle it,” I said. “But yeah, it’s best you don’t waste any more money on this.”

She nodded, thanking me again before leaving. Her daughter was with her the whole time, and I waved at her. Poor kid looked a little sullen at being locked to her mom like that.

The scammer was on guard the moment he saw me. He looked like he was going to run. I had a feeling it had to do with my cult robes. Sometimes, I failed to remember that most people I was going to meet had a prebuilt assumption about me just based on what they knew about the Cult of the Sun. Kind of like what I had experienced at the Mage Guild gates.

I reassured him I wasn’t out to get his ass. It might be doing the community a good service to chase him off and put the fear of the Banished Gods in him, but I had other plans to execute first.

So, I bought one of the packets.

I left him very confused, then tested Sacrifice on it. It worked the same as before. Now I could detect lies. What satisfying progress.

When I returned to the confused fellow, I bought out most of his stock. He was mighty suspicious, but he didn’t try negotiating a higher price or anything. At least, not after I reminded him he was lucky I was a customer just then, not a friendly neighbourhood cultist. Oh, and I paid for it with my cult stipend. I had just taken it from Escinca ahead of time.

There went most of my meagre wealth, but this was hopefully for a good cause.

Armed with my newly acquired illicit treasure, I entered Ring Three next. I headed to the Mage Guild first, checking if Kostis was present. He wasn’t. Escinca had promised to write another letter to the Scalekin mage if I failed to see him, but I figured I would try on my own first.

Next up was becoming an official resident of Zairgon. A part of me was hoping I’d get my first taste of Ring Two when going to get my citizenship. But no, they had an office in Ring Three, and that was where I was guided.

Which came after I got lost and ended up at a communal bathhouse somehow. It was very odd to have everybody staring at me like was the naked one.

Getting citizenship was an extremely smooth process. An old bird-person lady handed me a form that asked about my residence, occupation, name, and so on. Easy enough stuff to fill out. She checked out the letter of sponsorship written by Elder Escinca, and then straight up approved everything.

“Congratulations on your Zairgon citizenship, Ross Moreland,” she said like she was wishing me well for successfully spreading jam on bread. “Enjoy your stay.”

“Uh, thanks,” I said.

The whole thing had taken me five minutes, tops. Considering what I knew and had experienced of immigration and visas and all that back on Earth, the last few minutes had honestly felt a bit surreal.

Anyway, I headed back to the Mage Guild. This time, thank the Pits or Banished Gods or whatever it was that people thanked here, I found Kostis again. He was speaking with a different mage, the one who had a giant crystal for a head. However, as soon as he saw me, he took his leave of crystal-mage and half-walked, half-slithered his way over to me.

“Ross, my boy!” A puff of smoke transformed into a waving hand. “Something tells me you’re looking for me.” He laughed. “And by something, I mean one of my gems, of course.”

I clutched the packets I had gotten off the scammer in Ring Four. “Say, Master Kostis. Do you think you can make use of a lie detector?” I quickly explained the Sacrifice reward to him.

Kostis’s eyes widened at the question. Then he slowly grinned at me, forked tongue flickering out in anticipation. “Why, I think I might have some use for something like that. But I’m guessing you want something in return, of course?”

“Yes. I want you to take up a Silver-ranked job and deputise it to me. Entirely. With one hundred percent of the profit going to me and me alone.” I smiled. “Fair deal?”