Chapter 39

- Damn it, how could you miss it?!

A man in rabies kicked the cage without being able to digest what happened.

The roar!

With loud noise, empty, severely damaged, the cell flew aside.

The little prisoners, who were in a large cage on the other side of the basement, screamed in fright and cried down.

- If you don't want to die here, shut up!

Bams!

The man turned to his assistant and punched him in the face with all his strength. Seeing this, the little prisoners got lost in a pile and hid in the corner.

The man who was furious was Cayman.

He was the head of the Red Wheel guild and had the title of Viscount.

- ...I'm sorry, sir. I have nothing to say in my defense.

And the name of another man who fell to his knees in front of him with his head inclined and dreaming of being in some other place was Hilben.

Baron Hilben worked for the Cayman Guild, and the huge basement in which they are now located was an underground warehouse where they kept the "goods" of the guild.

Until recently, the Red Chariot guild did not have much influence in the eastern part, but since the main source of their income was illegal auctions and battles in the arena, their situation has changed, and now they have been one of the most powerful organizations in the East.

Viscount Cayman put his foot on the back of his subordinate with a tired sigh, after which he swinging his head from side to side for his own pleasure, said:

- Tell me, Hilben, how are you going to make up for this loss?

- I... how...

- I don't care how you do it. Even if you bring me dozens of these, their price will never be comparable to it, do you understand it, asshole, or not?

Cayman pointed to juvenile prisoners with a sharp look.

Young individuals of the rabbit race in the cage were gentle creatures and were not too afraid of people, which facilitated their capture.

In other words, it meant an extremely small income from their sale.

The vast eastern forest was home to many species of races.

Although the purchase and sale of people was strictly prohibited by imperial law, there have always been some rich people who could not resist the desire to buy something forbidden.

Since most guilds bypassed illegal trade, the Red Chariot guild clung to this market with a dead grip. And thus, they were able to make a huge fortune in a short time, profiting from the desires of the rich.

They raided the Holy Forest, where people were strictly prohibited from entering, captured young individuals of different subras and sold them at a high price on the black market.

In fact, the more difficult the view was to catch, the higher its price was.

The highest paid races in the auction market were certainly mermaids and werewolves.

But the criterion for their high price was an illusion. Because these were two species that have never appeared on the market since the slave trade was banned.

No human ship could reach the island where the mermaids lived because of the high waves and reefs surrounding him, and not the possibility of capturing the werewolf, was that they were much stronger than people, despite the fact that they lived in the Holy Forest, located in the center of the East.

Werewolves were also known as wolves or the Lycan people.

And it was just pure luck that one of the werewolves fell into Cayman's hands.

"You have to make sure that he can never go back."

Some time ago, several inhabitants of the Silver Forest visited Cayman, posing as noble aristocrats. They wanted to sell their own tribesmen.

It would have been impossible to catch a werewolf on your own without such betrayal.

So, despite all their hostility towards people they considered vulgar and ignorant, werewolves were essentially the same as the objects of their contempt.

And after many months of hard work, such as buying a cell, determining the necessary concentration of sleeping pills ten times higher than the usual medicine for humans, and making chains using various types of magic; they finally managed to captivate the werewolf.

Cayman's joy was simply indescribable when he was able to see a huge wolf eventually caught after all this hard work.

The adult of the great race, exalted as the greatest in the world, was beautiful.

Although Viscount Cayman had some doubts about the great race.

- Holy shit! How could you miss him?! - Cayman yelled again in his throat, exploding with rage.

The dose of the medicine they continuously administered him literally kept him on the verge of death.

Not only did he almost never wake up because he was pumped up with drugs, but also the chain on which he spent a huge amount of money was a special work that he could barely get from the most famous wizard in the Magic Tower.

This chain held him with dozens of spells, but he was able to open the locks on it and escape. It was already too much for him to understand it.

- ..... It's all because of that brazen bitch.

Baron Hilben, who was sitting all this time, lowering his head, suddenly spoke.

- What other bitch? - Cayman asked in bewilderment, flopping on a nearby iron cage with an exhausted look.

Baron Hilben carefully opened his mouth, and picking up the words, he spoke.

- There was one woman on the train... she used some very cunning trick.

A tricky trick?

When Cayman was about to laugh at him and tell him not to tell him the damn fables, he suddenly hesitated.

He clearly saw Hilben's chin trembling and how tense he was.

- What do you mean? Speak more specifically.

- Well, I mean...

Baron Hilben, stumbling, began to retell the story that happened on the train.

Specifically, it was a strange trick that an unfamiliar woman did on the train.

- Wait a minute. It doesn't make any sense, does it? Did you say she used some strange hallucination?

- Yes, it is! When she suddenly appeared, she used some black witchcraft and a terrible monster appeared! And then she let the wolf go...

The explanation was so far-fetched that he even thought: "Did this idiot decide to fool me?"

After listening to his incoherent babble with superhuman patience to the end, Cayman called the rest of his people, who were also on the train with Hilben.

- So, summing up, do you say that she called a butterfly?

- Yes! But that's not all. These were a demon butterfly...

After listening to him silently, he decided that Hilben had lied to him.

The gray wolf he bought with such difficulty was their best product. He must have exaggerated the abilities of the enemy who attacked them, fearing to be reprimanded for missing him.

However, when Hilben realized that his words had been questioned, he shouted pleadingly as if he had been unfairly accused.

- I'm telling the truth! Believe me!

If the other subordinates he called in the middle of the conversation had not confirmed that there was a woman on the train who really did this strange trick, he would have suspected Hilben of trying to deceive him.

This story was so absurd.

But other men, without hesitation, confirmed Hilben's words, bearing the same nonsense.

- You see! I'm right! Do you believe me now?

Soon Hilben rose with a triumphant smile, and Cayman became a little more serious, to treat his words.

- If what you say is true, then this woman is the owner of a demon.

- The owner of a demon?

- Yes, but in fact she's not quite the real owner of a demon.

The real demon owners have long been extinct.

Now they were called demon summoners, and they all artificially increased their proximity to magical power to summon a creature from another world. Such people were mostly unhappy, and they were always expected to have a miserable end.

Before founding the guild, Cayman traveled half his life in the East, and he had met such people a couple of times.

Noble imperial aristocrats could faint from the childish mischief of such a person, but he was different.

In rare cases, the situation described by Hilben was not so nonsense.

- But it's still strange. How much do you need to be a crazy summoner to summon a butterfly?

There is no crazy summoner who chooses a butterfly among the many demons living in another world.

It's just unreasonable.

Wouldn't it be more logical for a person who so hardly opened the door to another dimension to call into our world a creature with a frightening form and great power?

It is no exaggeration to say that the level of the summoner's strength is usually determined by how great and powerful a demon he can summon from another dimension.

After that, the next key point was how long he could keep the demon with whom he signed a contract under his control.

Although the story that she used illusory witchcraft was a little disturbing, Cayman thought his people were horrified by it only because they first saw the summoner use the power of a demon.

Reflecting on it for a moment, he decided not to take this issue seriously.

Even if she was really a summoner, there was nothing to worry about.

- Hmm, let me think about it.

It's natural that there are rumors about a person with such abilities.

However, he has never heard of a conscript woman who would be known for calling a demon butterfly.

- Well, she can't be treated lightly. It's really very dangerous...

- I got it, I got it! Now shut up! - Cayman shouted sharply.

Baron Hilben was a very useful person for him.

That's why he entrusted him with the delivery of a wolf that was so hard to get.

However, it was difficult to believe that Hilben and his people, who were particularly cautious about performing all tasks, were cornered by only one female conscript.

Although their story no longer looked so nonsense, Cayman didn't want to waste time on it anymore. Since he had never heard of a woman sending hallucinations with a demon butterfly, he still doubted whether she really existed, so he wasn't going to continue to waste his precious time on this crazy shit.

- Listen! I don't know what kind of crazy summoner could have used such a demon, but if we find her, we'll just need to kill her and that's it! That will be quite enough.

She uses a demon butterfly.

Such a woman will be easy to find. In addition, if she was on the train, then there should have been records of her.

Cayman was completely self-confident. He was an ambitious man with his own guild, so it was only a matter of time when he could find it if it was in the East.

- I can't just let go of this bitch who dares to touch my thing.

- But how are we...

Hilben trembled with fear at the thought that he would have to meet her again, but Cayman interrupted him irritably, saying:

- Forget it, bye! It doesn't matter now!

He couldn't wait to gain a foothold in the political world, and now he finally got a great opportunity.

Nevertheless, it seemed that the nobles, who until recently gave him bribes, treated him coldly.

- You know the great lord of Aquitaine, don't you? This old man wanted to meet me in person.

- Yes? Do you mean Mr. Akitas? I'm very happy for you. - Hilben said, and then asked carefully. - By the way, why does the Great Lord want to meet you?

- He's going to introduce me to a guest of honor from the North. - Cayman answered with an important look.

*****

Eastern District, Aquitaine.

It was the largest and oldest palace in the East. For comparison, we can say that it was the same size as the Duke's palace in the North.

The only difference was that Lord Aquitas had long lost his dignity as ruler. As evidenced by the faded green flag flying over the walls of his palace.

Three men stood on the observation deck of the ancient palace and watched what was happening at the bottom.

Lennox easily threw it into the air and then caught an ivory plate that he held in his hand.

Eye of Argos.

Only this morning did the sacred artifact, which always indicated the direction in which Juliet was moving, stopped functioning properly.

Like an arrow on a faulty compass, his beam circled around, glowing in all directions, after which it flashed for the last time with a bright light and went out, as if exhausted its strength.

So now it was just an ordinary handmade ivory plate.

- Is it broken? - Jude asked, looking at the artifact.

- It's not that the sacred relic broke, Jude. - Hardin answered with a slight touch of indulgence in his voice.

Jude opened his mouth, while looking somewhat outraged to answer the commander, but at the same time Lennox threw a sacred relic into his hands.

- Ike!

Jude, who skillfully caught him right in the air, was proud of his excellent reaction for a moment.

Lennox mentally chuckled at its simplicity, and then said:

- This is Juliet.

- Huh? Miss Montagu?

For some time he had been watching the wagons that left the palace.

- It looks like she was able to find him faster than she thought.

Lennox became a little curious.

Artifacts are not some simple things that can be so easily found on the way. And it was impossible to buy them, unlike mana stones.

What did Juliet do?

- Oh, I see. So now it's useless.

Jude grumbled dissatisfiedly and stuck the artifact under his armpit.

Well, in any case, this is the treasure of the temple, so it needs to be returned.

- Khmm...

When there was a quiet cough behind, all your men looked around and saw a servant dressed in oriental style.

- The Lord is waiting for you.