Book 12: Chapter 35: Rancid (2)
Book 12: Chapter 35: Rancid (2)
In a pill concoction station about 20 miles away, the sounds of snicker and laughter could be heard. One would think that instead of being at war, they were all in the middle of a cocktail party.
This station was controlled by a member of the northern guild, a woman who went by the name of Venerable Greene.
“For me to share a wall with a mortal? What a joke the central guild has become.” She snorted, her high-bridged nose surprisingly arcing somewhat elegantly.
Her two assistants and Runners fawned over her like lap dogs. They didn’t particularly care about the consequences of their actions as long as they could please her. Plus, it wasn’t like Zaneta City would really fall, right? The City Lord was too powerful.
“A brilliant move, Venerable Greene.” An apprentice bowed. If one looked closely, it was almost possible to see her tongue hanging out just like any other dog’s would. “That mortal rat is unaware that the herb resources of this northern wall is provided by our northern guild. He can forget about meeting his quotas.”
Venerable Greene smiled to herself, feeling quite pleased.
“Passing off an official request for help was especially brilliant! Once he fails, he’ll have to answer to the City Lord himself. At that time, his status as an alchemist won’t protect him in the slightest. And as a mere mortal, his leash is especially short.”
“Greene!”
At that moment, another voice came from the outside. It obviously hadn’t come from the five of them, so they all simultaneously turned to the source.
Seeing that it was another Venerable, the two apprentices and the two Runners lowered their heads respectfully.
“What are you doing at my post, Vargas?” Greene replied emotionlessly.
“Do you think I wouldn’t be able to find out what you did? Why did you order the servants to gather up the disposed herbs and deliver them to you? Are you trying to provoke the central guild?”
“Do you think that the central guild would fight it out with us over a mortal?! The difference between us isn’t so large!”
“No, they won’t fight it out with you.”
Before Greene could complacently smile at these words, Vargas continued.
“But, that doesn’t mean he won’t.”
Greene was stunned before she burst into a fit of laughter. “You want me to be afraid of a mortal rat? Is that what you travelled all this way to tell me?”
“That sense of superiority is exactly why you’ll never enter the Immortal Saint realm. For those without much talent like us, we should be reserved and humble. Unlike you who disdained to do so, I personally watched the recording of his certification exam. He’s better than us by a large margin. And Pill Sword Mountain will reward him as such.
“Not to mention you, he doesn’t have to fear even the City Lord because his standing has been recognized by a Hegemon.
“You know nothing of the outside world because it hurts your pride too much to step out of this small bubble. But I know well what kind of impact his performance has had on the whole Immortal Plane. There are Immortal Gods who know the name Dyon Sacharro right now. How many know the name of Venerable Greene?!”
Greene’s face shifted through all sorts of shades. Blacks, whites, even greens and reds. Vargas’ words enraged her so much that she felt her throat swelling.
Eventually, she took several deep breaths, calming herself.
“You think I know nothing of the outside world, but I know plenty. I know enough to know that this attention of his you think is oh so great is actually nothing but a death sentence. I know that the City Lord is even more aware of this than I am. And I also know that for the slight of insulting sister Taline in front of so many eyes, this is the smallest punishment he deser –.”
The next moments happened in a flash. It all happened so quickly that even Vargas was stunned silent, let Greene who was the one directly affected.
It started as a small shadow in the skies that quickly grew bigger. After a moment, it became obvious that it wasn’t a single object, but rather a bundle of them falling in unison. However, whatever image they portrayed was completely overwhelmed by the terrible stench they exuded.
The dome of protection around Greene’s camp was shattered into motes of sparkling light, allowing the pile of objects falling through the skies to continue on completely unimpeded.
Greene couldn’t react before she was completely buried by them. Her elegant appearance, her refined aura, her arrogant air… It was all washed away by a steaming pile of garbage.
In the next moment, a few jade bottles gently fell from the air, landing neatly on an untouched table before the eyes of them all.
By them, there was a neatly folded note that read.
‘Glad I could be of help.’
It was obvious that these were the very same 30 pills Greene had asked for not even ten minutes ago. And that chicken scratch of an excuse for handwriting, could only have been done by Dyon Sacharro.
Greene looked down at her trash covered body in a moment of silence before a screech that crossed the city and battlefield left her lips.