Chapter 257: The Bored Savant
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Chapter 257: The Bored Savant
Virs jet-black cloak fluttered gently in the breeze. Samar Patag wasnt a windy city, but the Gargan Sea provided a constant, refreshing wind that moderated the sweltering humidity. It helped to reduce his sweat. Sweat that could ruin his face paint if he wasnt careful.
Vir was currently crouched atop a stone dome in the Chitran neighborhood, looking down over the town. Nonexistent in the slums to the north, domes such as these made for ideal vantage points.
Had he initially entered the city from the southwestwhere the castle and the nicer buildings near it sathe might even have concluded that Governor Asuman was doing a half-decent job running the city. Though they couldnt compare to Avi or Balindam, both the roads and the buildings here were larger, fancier, and cleaner. More akin to Dahas Commons than the Warrens that ringed it.
Getting here was far easier than hed expected, for there were no walls dividing the slums from the Chitran part of town. The slums gradually became ex-Gargan Laborer Calling land, and finally proper Chitran turf as one neared the castle.
From his perch, he could see both the store he was to rob, as well as all the nearby streets, giving him a near-perfect vantage.
Vir glanced up at the keep. The castle stood tall and proud in the distance.
My family once lived there, he thought wistfully. It mightve been brief, but for a time, his mother and father had reared him in those very walls.
Walls that stood tall and forbidding to him now. Like Daha, the castle area was walled, and within it, the keep rose prominently above the rest of the city.
Mustve been nice Warm, nostalgic feeling welled up inside Vir. Along with a tinge of regret.
Shan gruffed from beside him, prompting him to refocus on the more pressing matters at hand.
Thats definitely a trap, he muttered. Shan wheezed in agreement.
Vir didnt imagine Bolins supply raids usually encountered a half-dozen armed Chitran guards, lying in wait to ambush him.
Unbeknownst to his foes, however, Prana Vision had just ruined their plans.
To their credit, the guards certainly knew what they were doing. Had it not been for their prana signatures, Vir wouldve thought them deadthey didnt move an inch. These were trained warriors, not some muggers.
Which meant Governor Asuman was in on it.
What if Bolin had been the one to come here, and not me?
Would Asuman have harmed the boy? Or would they have taken him prisoner for committing theft? Either way, Vir doubted Bolin wouldve gone quietly. It wouldve gotten ugly, and so Vir was happy hed placed the child out of harms way.
The question is what do we do now?
The shadows were as long as always. Though the enemy guards hid in the same storeroom that housed the supplies he was to steal, there was a chancealbeit a small onehe could sneak in and out without being discovered.
A part of him wondered if he ought to just abandon the plan and do his own thing. There were so many Chitran homes in the area. Homes he could easily break into and steal from. The money the orphanage would raise by pawning them off
But no. Luxury items like that would be discovered in short order. Even if the orphans broke down the jewelry and sold them piecemeal on the black market, questions would arise about where they were getting all this wealth. Theyd be discovered, and the orphans would be the ones to pay the price.
Likewise, killing the hidden guards would be simple enough. Here again, however, their deaths would spark an investigation, and the blame would ultimately be traced to the orphans. Guilty or not, members of the Outcast Calling made for convenient scapegoats.
Despite all of this, simply stealing the food and leaving with no one being the wiser felt like the wrong solution, too. Yes, Vir could get the supplies this time, but what of the next run Bolin had to do? Itd just be delaying the inevitable.
No, Vir had to both obtain the food and ensure the guards would stay away in the future. From all who donned the mask.
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Currently, that was just Vir. But soon, he hoped, members of the Rebellion would follow suit.
Thats another mess I need to deal with soon.
A hobby? the captain asked, looking at his guards in confusion. Im not sure I understand.
Well, you see? Theres nothing good at all to fight here! What good is all of my wealth and status when I cant even test my mettle? As guards, surely you understand?
The guard backed away a half step. Im afraid I dont, ser.
Now that you know Im someone high in society, you wont dare lift a finger, will you?
Vir didnt especially enjoy fights. But he would look forward to this.
This is the perfect opportunity, dont you think? Fight me! Right here and now!
Er, Im afraid I cannot do that, ser, the guard said, visibly nervous despite his mask.
Ah, yes, of course. Your silly code of conduct, right? Well, then. I hereby announce that I am committing a crime, Vir said grandly.
A crime?
Yes! I am robbing food from this merchant!
W-why? Surely someone of your stature cant want for food
Why? Vir asked as if the answer was obvious. Well, for the thrill, of course! Do you have any idea how boring my life is? Its just all so droll, isnt it?
The guards stood stunned for a moment. Vir moved to a barrel and sliced it open with his talwara weapon he chose intentionally to avoid giving away hints about his true identity.
Inside were potatoes, stacked to the brim. Vir took one and tossed it into the air.
H-Hes with the Outcasts! Look! another guard asked, but was immediately shushed by the captain.
Outcast? Vir said, as if the word were a profanity. Dont you dare lump me with those vermin. What I do, I do for myself, and no one else. You offend my very sensibilities by uttering that word.
O-Of course, ser. Of course, the captain said, bowing repeatedly. Stand down, everyone.
It was ironic to Vir that the Chitrans own Calling System enabled this gambit. The captain understood Vir was someone high in the Warrior Calling social strata. Someone, perhaps, with connections that could get the captain fired. Or worse. Someone they could not afford to offend.
Ser, please just take the food and leave. We are upholders of the law. We will not fight you.
Vir sighed theatrically. Well, then I suppose I shall. You wont mind if I take my pick?
If you must, the captain replied.
Youre just letting him get away with this? another monkey said.
Stop, Javin. You do not yet understand our ways, the captain said, now visibly sweating.
Oh, no. I understand. I see what is going on here. And I will not stand for it!
Vir couldnt help but admire the demons sense of honor.
Too bad its so sorely misplaced.
No! Stop! That is an order! the captain bellowed, but it was too late. Javin rushed forth and slashed at Vir.
Vir spun, his talwar clanging with the guards. Under his mask, he smiled. The enemy had so graciously taken his bait.
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Chapter 257: The Bored Savant
Virs jet-black cloak fluttered gently in the breeze. Samar Patag wasnt a windy city, but the Gargan Sea provided a constant, refreshing wind that moderated the sweltering humidity. It helped to reduce his sweat. Sweat that could ruin his face paint if he wasnt careful.
Vir was currently crouched atop a stone dome in the Chitran neighborhood, looking down over the town. Nonexistent in the slums to the north, domes such as these made for ideal vantage points.
Had he initially entered the city from the southwestwhere the castle and the nicer buildings near it sathe might even have concluded that Governor Asuman was doing a half-decent job running the city. Though they couldnt compare to Avi or Balindam, both the roads and the buildings here were larger, fancier, and cleaner. More akin to Dahas Commons than the Warrens that ringed it.
Getting here was far easier than hed expected, for there were no walls dividing the slums from the Chitran part of town. The slums gradually became ex-Gargan Laborer Calling land, and finally proper Chitran turf as one neared the castle.
From his perch, he could see both the store he was to rob, as well as all the nearby streets, giving him a near-perfect vantage.
Vir glanced up at the keep. The castle stood tall and proud in the distance.
My family once lived there, he thought wistfully. It mightve been brief, but for a time, his mother and father had reared him in those very walls.
Walls that stood tall and forbidding to him now. Like Daha, the castle area was walled, and within it, the keep rose prominently above the rest of the city.
Mustve been nice Warm, nostalgic feeling welled up inside Vir. Along with a tinge of regret.
Shan gruffed from beside him, prompting him to refocus on the more pressing matters at hand.
Thats definitely a trap, he muttered. Shan wheezed in agreement.
Vir didnt imagine Bolins supply raids usually encountered a half-dozen armed Chitran guards, lying in wait to ambush him.
Unbeknownst to his foes, however, Prana Vision had just ruined their plans.
To their credit, the guards certainly knew what they were doing. Had it not been for their prana signatures, Vir wouldve thought them deadthey didnt move an inch. These were trained warriors, not some muggers.
Which meant Governor Asuman was in on it.
What if Bolin had been the one to come here, and not me?
Would Asuman have harmed the boy? Or would they have taken him prisoner for committing theft? Either way, Vir doubted Bolin wouldve gone quietly. It wouldve gotten ugly, and so Vir was happy hed placed the child out of harms way.
The question is what do we do now?
The shadows were as long as always. Though the enemy guards hid in the same storeroom that housed the supplies he was to steal, there was a chancealbeit a small onehe could sneak in and out without being discovered.
A part of him wondered if he ought to just abandon the plan and do his own thing. There were so many Chitran homes in the area. Homes he could easily break into and steal from. The money the orphanage would raise by pawning them off
But no. Luxury items like that would be discovered in short order. Even if the orphans broke down the jewelry and sold them piecemeal on the black market, questions would arise about where they were getting all this wealth. Theyd be discovered, and the orphans would be the ones to pay the price.
Likewise, killing the hidden guards would be simple enough. Here again, however, their deaths would spark an investigation, and the blame would ultimately be traced to the orphans. Guilty or not, members of the Outcast Calling made for convenient scapegoats.
Despite all of this, simply stealing the food and leaving with no one being the wiser felt like the wrong solution, too. Yes, Vir could get the supplies this time, but what of the next run Bolin had to do? Itd just be delaying the inevitable.
No, Vir had to both obtain the food and ensure the guards would stay away in the future. From all who donned the mask.
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Currently, that was just Vir. But soon, he hoped, members of the Rebellion would follow suit.
Thats another mess I need to deal with soon.
A hobby? the captain asked, looking at his guards in confusion. Im not sure I understand.
Well, you see? Theres nothing good at all to fight here! What good is all of my wealth and status when I cant even test my mettle? As guards, surely you understand?
The guard backed away a half step. Im afraid I dont, ser.
Now that you know Im someone high in society, you wont dare lift a finger, will you?
Vir didnt especially enjoy fights. But he would look forward to this.
This is the perfect opportunity, dont you think? Fight me! Right here and now!
Er, Im afraid I cannot do that, ser, the guard said, visibly nervous despite his mask.
Ah, yes, of course. Your silly code of conduct, right? Well, then. I hereby announce that I am committing a crime, Vir said grandly.
A crime?
Yes! I am robbing food from this merchant!
W-why? Surely someone of your stature cant want for food
Why? Vir asked as if the answer was obvious. Well, for the thrill, of course! Do you have any idea how boring my life is? Its just all so droll, isnt it?
The guards stood stunned for a moment. Vir moved to a barrel and sliced it open with his talwara weapon he chose intentionally to avoid giving away hints about his true identity.
Inside were potatoes, stacked to the brim. Vir took one and tossed it into the air.
H-Hes with the Outcasts! Look! another guard asked, but was immediately shushed by the captain.
Outcast? Vir said, as if the word were a profanity. Dont you dare lump me with those vermin. What I do, I do for myself, and no one else. You offend my very sensibilities by uttering that word.
O-Of course, ser. Of course, the captain said, bowing repeatedly. Stand down, everyone.
It was ironic to Vir that the Chitrans own Calling System enabled this gambit. The captain understood Vir was someone high in the Warrior Calling social strata. Someone, perhaps, with connections that could get the captain fired. Or worse. Someone they could not afford to offend.
Ser, please just take the food and leave. We are upholders of the law. We will not fight you.
Vir sighed theatrically. Well, then I suppose I shall. You wont mind if I take my pick?
If you must, the captain replied.
Youre just letting him get away with this? another monkey said.
Stop, Javin. You do not yet understand our ways, the captain said, now visibly sweating.
Oh, no. I understand. I see what is going on here. And I will not stand for it!
Vir couldnt help but admire the demons sense of honor.
Too bad its so sorely misplaced.
No! Stop! That is an order! the captain bellowed, but it was too late. Javin rushed forth and slashed at Vir.
Vir spun, his talwar clanging with the guards. Under his mask, he smiled. The enemy had so graciously taken his bait.
Chapter 257: The Bored SavantVirs jet-black cloak fluttered gently in the breeze. Samar Patag wasnt a windy city, but the Gargan Sea provided a constant, refreshing wind that moderated the sweltering humidity. It helped to reduce his sweat. Sweat that could ruin his face paint if he wasnt careful.Vir was currently crouched atop a stone dome in the Chitran neighborhood, looking down over the town. Nonexistent in the slums to the north, domes such as these made for ideal vantage points.Had he initially entered the city from the southwestwhere the castle and the nicer buildings near it sathe might even have concluded that Governor Asuman was doing a half-decent job running the city. Though they couldnt compare to Avi or Balindam, both the roads and the buildings here were larger, fancier, and cleaner. More akin to Dahas Commons than the Warrens that ringed it.Getting here was far easier than hed expected, for there were no walls dividing the slums from the Chitran part of town. The slums gradually became ex-Gargan Laborer Calling land, and finally proper Chitran turf as one neared the castle.From his perch, he could see both the store he was to rob, as well as all the nearby streets, giving him a near-perfect vantage.Vir glanced up at the keep. The castle stood tall and proud in the distance.My family once lived there, he thought wistfully. It mightve been brief, but for a time, his mother and father had reared him in those very walls.Walls that stood tall and forbidding to him now. Like Daha, the castle area was walled, and within it, the keep rose prominently above the rest of the city.Mustve been nice Warm, nostalgic feeling welled up inside Vir. Along with a tinge of regret.Shan gruffed from beside him, prompting him to refocus on the more pressing matters at hand.Thats definitely a trap, he muttered. Shan wheezed in agreement.Vir didnt imagine Bolins supply raids usually encountered a half-dozen armed Chitran guards, lying in wait to ambush him.Unbeknownst to his foes, however, Prana Vision had just ruined their plans.To their credit, the guards certainly knew what they were doing. Had it not been for their prana signatures, Vir wouldve thought them deadthey didnt move an inch. These were trained warriors, not some muggers.Which meant Governor Asuman was in on it.What if Bolin had been the one to come here, and not me?Would Asuman have harmed the boy? Or would they have taken him prisoner for committing theft? Either way, Vir doubted Bolin wouldve gone quietly. It wouldve gotten ugly, and so Vir was happy hed placed the child out of harms way.The question is what do we do now?The shadows were as long as always. Though the enemy guards hid in the same storeroom that housed the supplies he was to steal, there was a chancealbeit a small onehe could sneak in and out without being discovered.A part of him wondered if he ought to just abandon the plan and do his own thing. There were so many Chitran homes in the area. Homes he could easily break into and steal from. The money the orphanage would raise by pawning them offBut no. Luxury items like that would be discovered in short order. Even if the orphans broke down the jewelry and sold them piecemeal on the black market, questions would arise about where they were getting all this wealth. Theyd be discovered, and the orphans would be the ones to pay the price.Likewise, killing the hidden guards would be simple enough. Here again, however, their deaths would spark an investigation, and the blame would ultimately be traced to the orphans. Guilty or not, members of the Outcast Calling made for convenient scapegoats.Despite all of this, simply stealing the food and leaving with no one being the wiser felt like the wrong solution, too. Yes, Vir could get the supplies this time, but what of the next run Bolin had to do? Itd just be delaying the inevitable.No, Vir had to both obtain the food and ensure the guards would stay away in the future. From all who donned the mask.If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.Currently, that was just Vir. But soon, he hoped, members of the Rebellion would follow suit.Thats another mess I need to deal with soon.A hobby? the captain asked, looking at his guards in confusion. Im not sure I understand.Well, you see? Theres nothing good at all to fight here! What good is all of my wealth and status when I cant even test my mettle? As guards, surely you understand?The guard backed away a half step. Im afraid I dont, ser.Now that you know Im someone high in society, you wont dare lift a finger, will you?Vir didnt especially enjoy fights. But he would look forward to this.This is the perfect opportunity, dont you think? Fight me! Right here and now!Er, Im afraid I cannot do that, ser, the guard said, visibly nervous despite his mask.Ah, yes, of course. Your silly code of conduct, right? Well, then. I hereby announce that I am committing a crime, Vir said grandly.A crime?Yes! I am robbing food from this merchant!W-why? Surely someone of your stature cant want for foodWhy? Vir asked as if the answer was obvious. Well, for the thrill, of course! Do you have any idea how boring my life is? Its just all so droll, isnt it?The guards stood stunned for a moment. Vir moved to a barrel and sliced it open with his talwara weapon he chose intentionally to avoid giving away hints about his true identity.Inside were potatoes, stacked to the brim. Vir took one and tossed it into the air.H-Hes with the Outcasts! Look! another guard asked, but was immediately shushed by the captain.Outcast? Vir said, as if the word were a profanity. Dont you dare lump me with those vermin. What I do, I do for myself, and no one else. You offend my very sensibilities by uttering that word.O-Of course, ser. Of course, the captain said, bowing repeatedly. Stand down, everyone.It was ironic to Vir that the Chitrans own Calling System enabled this gambit. The captain understood Vir was someone high in the Warrior Calling social strata. Someone, perhaps, with connections that could get the captain fired. Or worse. Someone they could not afford to offend.Ser, please just take the food and leave. We are upholders of the law. We will not fight you.Vir sighed theatrically. Well, then I suppose I shall. You wont mind if I take my pick?If you must, the captain replied.Youre just letting him get away with this? another monkey said.Stop, Javin. You do not yet understand our ways, the captain said, now visibly sweating.Oh, no. I understand. I see what is going on here. And I will not stand for it!Vir couldnt help but admire the demons sense of honor.Too bad its so sorely misplaced.No! Stop! That is an order! the captain bellowed, but it was too late. Javin rushed forth and slashed at Vir.Vir spun, his talwar clanging with the guards. Under his mask, he smiled. The enemy had so graciously taken his bait.
