PART 2/2
Jon walked down the street of a familiar city—Tapinsouth. He had traveled to many cities in the fine Koinkar Kingdom, of course, and this was one of the ones he’d been to in the past. Not too long ago, he rembered. He’d done a mission here, t with a few people in need. It was…four years back? So Purple Drake hit them, spread a plague. He hadn’t done much, but it was more than nothing.
“Hey! Mister Jon! I rember you!” A voice called off from the side of a street.
He looked over and saw a woman walking down the street turn to him.
“Mister Jon, it’s ! Marsa.”
“Hello Marsa,” he smiled. “Forgive , but I get my faces and nas mixed up so badly these days. Could you remind …”
“Oh, yes,” she laughed. “I’m sure you know hundreds of people like , by now. A few years back, my son, he was sick. You healed him. Would’ve cost us a fortune to get a healer otherwise. I just really, really thank you for everything you’ve done for us.”
“Of course. I would never turn down anyone who’s in need.”
“Jon?” Another voice asked, behind him. “Jon Mourn?”
He turned and saw a man with kind smile lines in his cheeks. “Hello there.”
“I, wow, I can’t believe it’s really you. I heard about everything you’ve done, and it’s just…wow. It’s amazing.”
“It really isn’t,” Jon chuckled. “I’m just soone who’s had the luck necessary to do the things anyone else would do in my situation.”
The man laughed. “No, you’re amazing, really. I, uh, I actually…my wife. She has the flu. And, I an, you know how these things can go. Right now, she’s still able to do so basic work, but…in a week? If we don’t get healing soon, we…”
“Of course. Is she able to walk?”
“Yes, yes, I’ll bring her here right away!”
“Good! I’ll stay until you find ,” Jon nodded, and the man turned and ran off.
“Jon Mourn?” A third person walked forward from the busy street. “Hey, I heard people talking, and…wow, it’s you. Um, hey, I actually got into an adventuring accident earlier, got a slash from a monster. Wound itself isn’t really bad, and it’ll heal eventually, but it’s the Health. I didn’t get as much coin as I hoped from the job, and I really need to go out into the field later today to put food on the table. With the jobs available right now, I have to take a combat, but I don’t want to go in so low on Health. So, I an, if you could…”
“Yes, yes, co here,” Jon laid his hands on the man’s side, where he could see the white bandaging on his abdon. “Just give thirty seconds, and this Spell should do the trick. You’ll be topped up, and it’ll probably do sothing about your scratch, too.”
“Thank you so much.”
“Jon Mourn?” Another person stepped out of the crowd. And another.
Several hours passed with Jon healing the people who ca by.
“Hi, Jon, I don’t actually have any injuries, but…I’m really thirsty. I’m a farr, and our well got contaminated by so rat that fell in there. We’re working on getting it cleaned, but I heard you can help with things like water?”
“Yes, of course.” Jon bent over and picked up a rock from the ground. It was a regular stone, sa as any other, but he could make it do great things. Closing his eyes, he focused inward and cast another Spell—one of his few that weren’t focused on healing.
This one, Infuse with the Elents, was an interesting Spell for Clerics. Took quite a bit to cast, but it had so many modes and usages, it was practically a cri not to pick it up, if you were getting to that Level. Especially with its Upgrades, which only added even more modes and variables to tweak while using it.
So he toggled it on, selecting the modes he wanted. Infuse with the water elent, long duration, choosing the pebble in his hand, and…it was on. Now he just had to wait. After making those choices, the Spell technically wouldn’t do anything yet. It’d just begin the infusion. It was once the Spell toggled off, and the infusion was finished, that it would begin to have an effect.
So Jon waited a few seconds for the infusion to take hold. The longer one waited, the more powerful the effect. For this issue, though, it didn’t need to be much.
“And…there,” Jon nodded, toggling the Spell off.
The rock, once ordinary, suddenly began to drip with water, as though it’d just been dunked in a pond. And because of the duration Jon had chosen, it wouldn’t give off much very quickly, but it would keep going for a long, long ti.
He placed the stone in the man’s hand. “Put this in your water bucket. For the next, oh, around two days, it should leak water just like that. Should be enough to fill the bucket once every few hours, I’d say.”
“Oh, Jon, you’re a lifesaver. A real miracle worker,” the man laughed and looked down at the rock. “How much do you need? I can really pay you anything, I promise.”
“No, no. No paynt necessary. Consider it a gift.”
“Well, at least let reimburse you for the Mana spent. I don’t want to just take that from you.”
“Absolutely not,” Jon smiled. “I refuse to take money for my services. That’s my number one rule.”
“I…Okay. Okay, Jon, thank you again. I promise, if you ever need anything, just find !”
“I will.”
“...Jon.” A new voice entered his ear. This one was different. Synthetic. “...What are you doing.”
“Asmo,” he muttered so that only he could hear—which ant one other person could, as well. “I am doing my job.”
“...No. …Your job is to find the target.”
“And what do you think I’m doing? Soon, my friend. Patience is a virtue.”
“...Mission clock is zero four zero zero remaining. …Complete soon. …There are other missions past this one. …Things need to be done.”
“And they will be done. All in good ti, my friend.”
“Hey, Jon Mourn?” Another person ca up to him. “You’re the, uh, healer everyone’s been talking about, right?”
“Yes, I am,” he smiled. “What can I do for you?”
“Got a, uh, pretty nasty wound.” He pulled up his shirt to reveal a hole in his stomach. “Can you, uh, do sothing about that?”
“Of course I can.”
Jon placed his hands on the man’s stomach and cast a basic healing Spell. This one, however, also doubled as a diagnostic. It would tell him anything wrong with this man, in addition to curing him.
“Just give about one minute.”
“Sure, sure. Thanks.”
…And, there. Wound made by a sharp object, System notification labeled it as a…’stabbing,’ huh. About six finger-widths deep, two wide, but only a fingernail’s thick. Obviously not a claw, or a tooth. A knife. Manmade. And in addition to that, there were many cuts and scrapes covering his body. Most of which were…aha, he found. System labeled them as ‘self-inflicted.’ Obviously this man wasn’t going around randomly scraping himself up on his palms and his back intentionally, but he clearly had done it to himself.
And that most likely ant that the man had gotten them by crawling through areas. Areas covered in things that could cut soone. Areas like broken windows. Probably got the cuts on his palms trying to clear the broken glass away before going through. This guy crawled through a window he broke and then got stabbed by soone? Sounded like textbook breaking and entering to Jon.
“Thanks,” the man said, looking down at his newly-nded injuries. “Hey, uh, if you ever need anything, just, uh, ask.”
“Actually,” Jon said, “there is one thing you might be able to do for .”
The man led Jon up to a building down in an unfortunate neighborhood. The building itself looked fine and well-constructed, but the hos and other buildings surrounding it were dilapidated and obviously neglected by not only their owners, but also whatever city planners took care of things like roads. Glancing around at the people staring at him, they were obviously in need of so help.
But that would co a little later. For now, Jon had a eting to attend to.
“So, uh, how did you know I worked for this guy?” the man asked Jon as they approached.
“Just wanted to have a short eting,” Jon said. Then, when he looked over and saw that he hadn’t done much to assuage the man’s worries, he smiled kindly. “It’s nothing serious.”
“Oh, uh, okay.”
They walked up to a door flanked by two serious-looking bodyguards. They were wearing civilian clothes that showed off their large builds, though Jon couldn’t see any weapons on them.
“Hey Tuff, hey Joney,” the man said, walking up to them. “Can you, uh, let us in?”
“Hey Skinny.” The bodyguard on the left said. “Who’s the guy?”
“Oh, this guy? Yeah, uh, he’s just here for a eting, he said. Really helped out. Na’s, uh, Jon Mourn, if you’ve heard of him.”
“Haven’t.”
“Oh, well, uh, he helps people. A Cleric.”
“Cleric, huh?” he looked at Jon. “And what does your Cleric ass need with a guy like our employer?”
“I need a eting,” Jon said with a patient smile. “Unfortunately, the contents of the eting need to stay private, just between us two. But feel free to check for weapons or anything like that. You can even damage to make sure my Class is what I say it is. I’m higher-Level, but just a Cleric.”
“Hm.”
It took a few minutes, but after the two bodyguards finished frisking Jon for anything suspicious—the man who was apparently nad Skinny standing around and looking nervous the whole ti—one of the bodyguards nodded.
“Alright. Just look through this mirror here, and the guys inside’ll be notified. Then they can decide if they wanna let you in.”
“Of course.” Jon looked into a mirror on the side of the wall. Probably Enchanted with a scrying effect, or sothing.
A few monts passed, and…
Click. The door in front of them unlocked.
“Alright, Jon, head on in,” the bodyguard said. Then, right as Jon was passing by to walk through the door, he placed a hand on Jon’s shoulder. “And don’t do anything stupid, alright? Our employer is not a kind man.”
“Of course.”
Jon walked into a room, up in the top floor of the building. He’d been guided up a flight of stairs to this main office, where he now stood. The floors were creaky and wooden, the walls covered in chipped paint. Overall, it didn’t look good. But it was also full of random extravagant pieces of furniture and decoration. A massive painting at least three and a half paces long and two tall, covering almost half of the entire left wall. What seed to be a grandiose red jewel, lying haphazardly on a wooden podium that was leaned up against a support beam. A gold-trimd desk that a man was sitting at.
And the man was who Jon was looking for.
There were several guards in this room, but Jon didn’t mind them. He was on a mission. To do good in the world. And the key to that mission was sitting at that desk.
He turned around. A long scar dragged across his face that morphed when the man’s face turned sour. “My na is Emilio. Who are you, and what are you doing here?”
“My na is Jon Morn. And I just want to talk. Nothing serious.”
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