427 Awkward
In the Ulier Continent, there were no traditional religions. The absence of divine influence had shaped cultures and societies in unique ways.
The mortals relied on their own strengths. If they did have to pray to an entity, it would always be Mother Nature. Even still, some people prayed to the spirits of their ancestors.
Whereas magi, they studied the arcane arts in the pursuit of the truth.
Yet, in the shadows of this godless land, a new cult had emerged in the slums of Ravenfell, filling a spiritual void that many didn't realize existed.
It can't be the Cult of Bones, could it? Adam thought to himself in alarm. No, this is very unlikely. An organization on the radar of the Brotherhood wouldn't be so foolish to give themselves away so easily.
He glanced at Rowan, who was enjoying the food with great relish, and asked, "What's this religion that you wrote about?"
Rowan first swallowed the food in his mouth before politely replying, "I believe this is a cult, my lord. They call themselves the Children of the Red God."
Adam's eyes narrowed. "The Red God?"
"That's right, my lord." Rowan solemnly nodded. "Although I believe this cult is not that acclaimed, it is still quite renowned in the slums. I have been approached by its followers a few times, but I know better than to trust a charlatan."
"Oh?" Adam was amused. "How do you know it's a charlatan and not a legit magus?"
"It's a gut feeling," replied Rowan. "Their leader is a former beggar named Khali. He claims to have had a vision of an ancient entity called the Red God, promising salvation and prosperity to his followers."
"Salvation and prosperity, huh?" Adam's lips curled up into a smirk. "Sounds like something one would say to rope in the desperate and the downtrodden in the slums." frёeωebɳovel.com
"You are right, my lord." Rowan nodded. "I believe the leader of this cult is a swindler."
"How so? Does he ask his followers for money they don't have?" Adam chuckled.
"He doesn't, but his followers donate to him nonetheless." There was a trace of pity in Rowan's voice.
"Hmm, I see…" Adam nodded his head.
I too believe this to be a hoax, but this is the first lead I've found on a cult. It doesn't hurt to dig into it, I suppose. I should also inform Daneli…
The pair then continued to eat at their meal where Adam discussed the other things Rowan had heard in the last week.
He was very satisfied with the man's information-gathering skills. No, to be precise, he was more than satisfied. It seemed that Rowan was taking this job very seriously.
After having their meal, the pair exited Linlin's Patisserie. Aunty Lin made sure to see them off, much to Adam's protest. She even prepared two takeaways - one for Adam, and the other for Rowan.
Upon bidding farewell to the wonderful and kind elf, the pair walked toward the Corvid neighborhood in a leisurely manner.
The sun was bright, casting its warm rays across the city of Ravenfell. Children could be seen playing out on the streets, their laughter soothing the hearts and ears of the passersby.
Rowan nervously glanced at Adam, who was sipping from his gourd of wine, and asked, "My lord, was my intel to your liking?"
"Puah!" Adam wiped his lips with his sleeve. He looked at Rowan and asked, "Want some?"
"No, thank you, my lord," the man politely refused. "I don't drink."
"Ehh, your loss." Adam made a face before taking another swig of the wine. A moment later, he nodded. "Yes, your intel-gathering skills are quite good. Honestly, I was very surprised."
Rowan smiled brightly and bowed, "Thank you for such kind words, my lord. Does this mean I'll continue to work for you?"
"Huh? Why wouldn't you?"
"No, no, I was just confirming." Rowan awkwardly scratched the back of his head. Inwardly, he was teeming with joy.
"Although I do feel like you could become more efficient with your work," said Adam after a moment of thought.
"How so, my lord?" Rowan asked earnestly. "I shall do anything to improve."
Hearing his words, Adam smiled. He quite liked this man's eagerness to prove himself.
"Well, for one, you could pay street urchins and beggars to gather information for you. This would ensure a wider network in the slums," Adam began.
"Maybe even bribe a few small-time merchants here and there, but there's always the risk of people ratting you out, so you must be careful about that."
Rowan's lips curled up into a dry smile, "But, my lord… for that, I would be requiring more money which I can't spare at the moment."
"Ah, don't worry about that." Adam waved his hand. "Naturally, I'll be paying for all the expenses that you will incur while working for me."
"That's great!" Rowan spoke excitedly.
The pair walked silently until about thirty minutes later when they finally arrived at Dundee Harbor. Adam took out a small pouch from his earring and handed it to the middle-aged man.
"This week's stipend," Adam smiled faintly. "Oh, there's also a little something I made for your wife."
"My wife?" Rowan was puzzled. He looked inside the pouch and the first thing that greeted his vision was a crystal vial containing a bright crimson liquid.
He fished out the vial and glanced at it curiously. "My lord, this is…"
"It's a magical potion. I made sure to make it far less potent for your wife's consumption. This will ensure your wife recovers from whatever disease that's been bothering her," said Adam as he took yet another swig from his gourd.
Hearing his words, Rowan's hands trembled. He glanced at Adam with tearful eyes and stuttered, "T-This will cure… Carla?"
"Sure will."
Pearls of tears streamed down Rowan's eyes as he carefully placed the vial back inside the pouch. Then he dropped to the ground and kowtowed. "My lord, thank you! Thank you so much!"
"Oi, oi, don't make it so weird. There's no need to behave like this." Adam retreated a step as he glanced at the man continuously smashing his head on the ground.
"My Lord, wuuu… you have my loyalty till the day I die, wuuu…" Rowan cried out loud, his face covered in tears and snot.
"Stop making a scene, you bastard!" Adam yelled at the man in frustration. "Get on your feet or I'll leave."
"Yes, wuuu…" Rowan stood back up and wiped his eyes. Yet the tears fell down regardless.
Seeing the man sob incessantly, Adam sighed as he came forth and patted his shoulder. "You've been through a lot, huh? Well, continue to work hard and I promise to reward you fairly."
"I will, my lord, I will!" Rowan clenched his fists and replied resolutely.
"Alright then." Adam turned around and strutted away, casually taking out another gourd of wine and drinking from it. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
"There's some extra money in the pouch. Should be enough for you to move to a decent apartment in Slate. See you in a week, Rowan!
"Don't slack off. Kahaha!"
Rowan first glanced at the contents inside the pouch and saw that there were indeed a few gold coins inside. This was much more than he had imagined!
His shoulders trembled as even more tears streamed down his face. He then glanced at Adam's departing back and softly whispered.
"Thank you…"
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