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The Hundred Reigns 34: Simon the Adventurer (4)
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A/N: was planning to post it on Friday, but finished it earlier than expected. Next one should come over the weekend since currently focusing on next B&C chap.
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After three long days at sea, the Valnean port of Rosanne finally appeared over the horizon.
Simon had taken the time to read about the city during their journey. A thriving center of the transcontinental trade, Rosanne covered two sides of the great Vilan River’s mouth as it flowed into the Dragonsea, with the two riverbanks being connected by a colossal archway bridge said to be among the biggest in the world. Simon was tempted to believe the tales when he saw its massive frame loom over the waters. The texts said it hosted a thriving bazaar and countless shops where slaves, spices, and goods from all over the world were exchanged.
The northern side, located on cliffs taller than the southern ones, housed the noble palaces, merchant-prince mansions, guild offices, and mining company headquarters that formed the heart of the city’s economic dominance. Meanwhile, the southern half included its ports and silver mines. Simon could tell that it was the poorest area the moment he saw its packed together brick homes compared to the great marble buildings of the wealthier side.
Yet this Prince of Spiders made his lair there, according to his father’s journals.
Simon had tried to identify the title’s meaning and came up empty. Neither Belzemine nor the ship’s passengers had ever heard of the person—if they were a person at all. It had to be a codename of some kind.
Considering Balzam Magnos had turned out to be even more cruel and evil than his son could have ever imagined, Simon worked to master more Tier II curses from Belzemine in case this new ‘mentor’ proved treacherous. The one he was currently studying, Blindness, inflicted the eponymous Ailment on a target within sight. It should prove quite useful in a fight. Belzemine also mentioned another school of magic that focused on miasma, though Simon wasn’t so sure about learning that one…
“Diabolism?” Simon asked her, slightly uneasy. “Isn’t that demon sorcery?”
“Diabolism is indeed a school of magic focusing on summoning, bartering with, or harnessing the power of demons,” Belzemine confirmed. “For example, Impcantation involves summoning lesser fiends called imps to do the caster’s bidding, and Energumen would allow evil spirits to empower your Majesty’s Strength and Vitality. Both are Tier II spells powered by miasma.”
Simon wasn’t sure that using either of those sorceries would be wise. While the Empire allowed the use of diabolism spells for military purposes, Classes using that branch of magic were strictly controlled by the state. Other nations reviled or forbade the practice outright. Eole wouldn’t take kindly to it either, especially since Simon had yet to tell her the truth about his Class.
But then again, it doesn’t hurt to learn those spells even if I don’t use them, Simon thought. He had already raised corpses with necromancy, which was hardly any more civilized. They could help in a pinch, and studying diabolism might give me an edge against the Zodiac Fiends in time.
But Simon decided he would seek to secure a safe house or home before giving more thought to the whole diabolism thing.
The Wanderer soon docked into a bustling harbor whose size put those of the Berwick Islands to shame. Eole threw away her robes the moment they reached the land, unfolding her wings for the first time in over a week. She caught the eyes of quite a few fishermen, sailors, and passengers who had taken to listening to her playing the oud during the trip.
“You’re bringing attention to yourself,” Simon warned her.
“So what?” Eole asked with a frown. “You said we would not fear capture here, and I have been looking to stretch my wings for a very, very long time.”
“I understand, but…” Simon shut his mouth upon realizing the damage was already done, and it wasn't like they could have hidden Eole’s shifter nature forever. “Just be wary. We are in a foreign land now. We should avoid making waves for as long as possible.”
“Neither you nor Lady Eole need to fear anything so long as I am around, Master Simon,” Belzemine insisted, being ever so eager to please him.
Eole glanced at the immense line of warehouses, brothels, and taverns that occupied the waterside. “Should we look for a nest to settle in, then?”
“That’s the plan, but I need to meet my contact first,” Simon replied, shifting in place. “They should be close, although–”
“Although?” Eole squinted at him, once again proving to be a sharp observer. “You sound uneasy about this meeting. Is this contact of yours dangerous?”
“I’m told they might help us, but the procedure to contact them screams either spy ring or a cult,” Simon explained. Not to mention that the last mentor Balzam Magnos saw fit to trust with his secrets was a closet necromancer with a complete lack of scruples. That other contact had to be equally shady somehow. “So no, I don’t trust them, and they are likely dangerous.”
Now Eole appeared worried for his safety. “What is so important that you would risk a meeting with that kind of person?”
“I’m looking for a specific Crestone.” Simon crossed his arms. “I’ll be fine with Belzemine at my side, but you don’t need to involve yourself in this matter if you don’t want to.”
“I am not afraid,” Eole replied with a shrug. “I am curious now. I’ll follow you.”
“Fair enough.”
It took them a good half an hour of searching, but the trio quickly found what they were looking for: a butcher’s shop stuck between a brothel with red lanterns glowing over the doors and a blacksmith’s forge spewing smoke through its two chimneys. A sign bearing the image of a bull hung over the entrance, and the smell of fresh meat filled the air when they entered. Eole pinched her nose in disgust—Simon had noticed that she was a rather strict vegetarian—while a smiling man greeted them behind a greasy counter. His predatory expression immediately sent shivers down Simon’s spine.
“Greetings, strangers,” he said in Valnean, which Simon’s Perk quickly translated. “What are you looking for?”
“Red widow meat,” Simon replied, following the procedure noted in the journals.
The man raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance. “I’m sorry, we don’t sell that here. What’s your name?”
“Wolf Cellar,” Simon replied, even as his companions sent him strange glances, which the butcher didn’t fail to notice. Everyone quickly realized they were talking in code.
“I see. What’s the purpose of your visit, Wolf?”
Here goes nothing, Simon thought as he uttered the password in his father’s journals. “The emperor over the sea told me that the blue widow spun a pretty web of pain.”
Simon had no idea what the sentence meant, but the butcher’s face became as if it was carved out of stone. “Fourth door on the left,” he said, pointing at the space behind the counter. “Alone. The others are not in the know.”
Shady it is. Simon scowled, but agreed to the conditions anyway and turned to face his companions. “Wait for me here.”
“Master–” Belzemine said, but Simon didn’t let her finish.
“Stay here. I won’t be long.” Simon then sent her a message through telepathy. “I’ll call you if anything happens, Belzemine.”
Belzemine straightened up upon sensing his words through the Brand of Sloth, but accused quickly. “Very well, Master.”
Eole, who had been staring at the butcher since they walked in with a suspicious frown, finally spoke up. “You aren’t human, are you?”
The butcher’s lips stretched way too far, and he soon answered in perfect kish, “No, I am not a human. I’m just meat.”
Eole bit her lip. “Be careful,” she warned Simon quietly. “We’ll force our way in if you don’t return soon.”
“You don’t need to,” Simon replied.
“No, but we will do it anyway.” Eole glared at the smiling butcher. “I don’t trust people who wear masks, and neither should you.”
Quite the ironic warning. Simon powered through his unease as he walked behind the counter at the strange man’s invitation, ignoring the worried glances his companions sent him. A long hallway of sixteen doors, eight on each side, stretched ahead of him. Simon immediately realized it was far too long for the small shop to contain. Was it an illusion spell of some sort, or clever construction?
In any case, the fourth door on the left was painted yellow with a black handle, with an eye carved on the wood. Simon took a deep breath and opened it, only to find thick and impenetrable darkness ahead.
“Is there someone there?” Simon asked. He stepped through the threshold when he received no answer, only for the door to shut close behind him the moment he entered. He nearly summoned his Overlord Class Outfit to protect himself, but kept his composure and waited patiently. No one would go through such an elaborate procedure just to kill him on the spot.
The light of a candelabra suddenly cleared the darkness, revealing a small, rounded mahogany table and five seats. Simon spotted a ghastly, twenty-foot-tall statue of a spider with eight sinister ruby eyes that all seemed to be watching him next to it.
An elegant young woman sat near it, her mid-length hair dyed a dark shade of blue and her eyes pale like sapphires. She was dressed as if she planned to attend both a ball and a battle, with a violet, off-the-shoulder blouse with puffed sleeves disappearing under a black, high-laced corset cinching her narrow waist. Lace-patterned stockings and knee-high boots covered her legs. A rapier hung from her belt, and a thick grimoire encrusted with a pinkish stone sat upon the table within her reach next to a pipe.
“Sit down, Simon Magnos,” she said, her voice sharper than any blade.
A shiver traveled down Simon’s spine. No one had called him by his full name in days. “Are you the Prince of Spiders?”
“No.” She pointed at the spider statue. “But he’s watching.”
Simon scowled and sat down at the table. He had the harrowing feeling he had just walked into some monster’s den. His secret cult theory was looking more and more likely by the second.
While he sensed magic coming from the statue, it paled in comparison to the aura radiating from the woman’s book. Simon squinted at the gemstone encrusted on its surface, his eyes widening in shock when he spotted a familiar symbol carved on it: that of the zodiac sign of the Crab.
“Precious stone,” the woman said, a thin, feline smile on her lips. “Familiar stone?”
“Where did you get that?!” Simon asked immediately. That was a miasma crystal, no doubt about it, but its evil power appeared muted; nay, sealed. “Do you have any idea what it is?!”
“We ask the questions here. Behave, and maybe the Prince will enlighten you.” The woman brought the pipe to her lips, a spicy fragrance filling the room. “Who taught you the password?”
“My father, Overlord Balzam.”
“Before or after his assassination?”
Simon’s heart skipped a beat in his chest. “How do you–”
“Answer me now, or take the door,” the woman replied sharply. “You came to the Prince seeking an audience, so you play by his rules.”
Simon wondered what to do. He now realized it had been a mistake not to gather information on this Prince of Spiders before meeting with them. Everything about this situation smelled more rancid than a week-old fish.
“After my father died, I read secret notes saying that I could contact a ‘potential mentor’—” The woman stifled a dark laughter at the last word, “—for help. They included the procedure needed to come here.”
The woman’s smile reminded Simon of a shark. “You have no idea where you are or who we are, do you?”
Simon clenched his teeth. “I imagine you’re some kind of spider-god cult?”
“We are the Cobweb. If I had to put it simply…” The woman inhaled from the pipe and then breathed out a puff of smoke. “If the criminal underworld’s major players were countries, we would be Endymion, and the Prince would be the Overlord.”
A criminal syndicate. Balzam Magnos’ idea of a mentor for his son was the leader of a criminal syndicate.
Simon wasn’t entirely surprised, having guessed the contact would be the shady kind, but he would have thought the Overlord considered petty thieves and assassins beneath him. This Prince of Spiders had to be rather dangerous to warrant the emperor’s personal attention.
“That’s a tall boast,” Simon said while hiding his nervousness. I really should have investigated more beforehand.
“Its not a boast, it’s a fact,” the woman replied with amusement. “We ship beastmen slaves like your winged girl from Telluria, then repackage them into whores in Valnean brothels. We trade Musan weapons against Endymian ones in the service of Lorean lords. We peddle drugs to the poor and the rich alike. We rob holy tombs and steal state secrets. We poach monsters and deal in forbidden artifacts. We will kill anyone, anywhere, so long as the price is right. Our web caters to every mortal need across the globe, and the Prince spins it ever wider.”
It could be boasts and lies, since some criminals preferred to look bigger than they were to intimidate others, but the fact that they seemed to be aware of both his identity and Balzam’s death suggested a highly advanced intelligence apparatus. Simon would take her words at face value until proven otherwise.
“Why did my father’s notes mention you?” he asked, his eyes lingering on the Crab miasma crystal. “Did he want to obtain that crystal?”
“The Overlord has done us favors in the past, with the expectation that we would repay him or his heirs. The password you gave was the signal for us to chip in.” The woman pointed her pipe at Simon. “Which brings me to my next question: what do you want?”
Simon considered what to say next. If the woman wasn’t lying, then their organization had an extensive reach. The fact that they held a sealed Zodiac Fiend’s crystal pointed that way. He might be able to secure access to resources he couldn’t obtain in any other way.
Nonetheless, Simon knew better than to trust a criminal organization. Their kind wasn’t especially famous for being trustworthy and law-abiding citizens, after all. Asking too much might result in him paying a hefty price or gaining the attention of very troublesome individuals, and he didn’t know enough to make the right call.
Better play it safe for now. He would be better off dealing with the Cobweb in future reigns after gathering information on them and learning more about their organization.
“I’m looking for a Crestone with an exp-boosting Perk,” Simon said.
“That’s all?” The woman sounded rather underwhelmed. “Do you lack ambition, or do you fear dealing with us?”
“My reasons are my own,” Simon replied, unwilling to give them too much information. He glanced at the Crab crystal next. “But if I had to ask for more, I would like to know where you found that.”
“Fair enough.” The woman grabbed the grimoire. “We found this in a dusty old Dungeon on an island north of Valne. We poached the monsters there, looted the place down to the bedrock, and then left.”
These madmen had dared to raid a demonbarrow. “You do understand that those crystals hold fearsome demons inside, right?”
“We know. The fiend inside is bound by the book and compelled to do the Cobweb’s bidding.” The woman chuckled. “Do you want one for yourself?”
Simon’s eyes widened slightly, in spite of his better judgment. “You know where other crystals are located?”
“We do… but too bad for you, that’s way beyond the favor we owe your daddy.” Like a true rogue, the woman immediately tried to push her leverage. “You’ll have to pony up if you want more.”
“Then no,” Simon said. He knew better than to take the bait. He was pretty sure leaving a demonic miasma crystal in the hands of a criminal syndicate would backfire somehow, but falling under their thumb would be worse.
The spider’s ruby eyes began to glow all of a sudden, and a whispering voice that was neither male nor female came out of it. “Silk.”
The woman straightened up in her seat, her demeanor shifting from casual and playful to deadly serious. “Yes, my Prince?”
“A Freelancer Crestone and Renal’s badge, to our guest you shall assign,” the Prince of Spider’s voice said. “A favor repaid, a gift for the curious.”
The woman, Silk, nodded and then rose from her seat. “A moment, please,” she said before grabbing the book and vanishing into the darkness beyond the candelabra’s light.
Simon glanced at the statue. He was certain someone used magic to speak through it from a distance while watching through its eyes. This Prince of Spiders either had to be a mage of some sort, or with access to potent magical artifacts.
Could they be the current Rogue? That Noble Crestone disappeared when Endymion conquered Navarre, but it always found its way into the hands of criminals and troublemakers somehow.
Silk soon returned, having traded her book for two things: a white Crestone with a key-shaped symbol carved on its surface, and a golden unicorn badge. She put them both on the table and then flicked them Simon’s way.
Simon immediately grabbed the Crestone, sensing its mana pouring through his veins. It was the genuine article, and the Cobweb produced it on a moment’s notice. Simon immediately activated its power. His garb changed into a white, plain tunic bearing the crestone’s symbol, beige pants, and a pair of boots and gloves. The Class transformation was far less drastic than that of the Overlord or the Gladiator, but it remained a Class outfit nonetheless.
You have unlocked the Freelancer Class.
Freelancer: A versatile worker, quick to learn new skills. Strength C, Vitality C, Agility C, Perception C, Magic C, Intelligence C, Charisma C, Luck C.
Innate Perk: Quick Learner (Passive): You gain experience at an increased x1.5 rate, rounded down.
Level 1 Perk: Jack-of-all-Blades 1 (passive): Can wield any weapon with medium proficiency (x1.5 damage).
At long last, he had found an exp-boosting Perk.
“Thank you,” Simon said. Although he was dealing with criminals, it didn’t hurt to be polite since they held up their end of the deal. “What’s the badge for, though?”
“There is an adventurer company in Rosanne called the Monoceros Guild,” Silk explained. “A group of law-abiding good-doers, aspiring heroes, and monster-hunters affiliated with the White Unicorn resistance movement. This badge was meant for one of our agents tasked with infiltrating them, but the Prince sees fit to give it to you.”
The White Unicorn? Simon knew for a fact that the resistance movement had fled beyond the Dragonsea after the loss of Magvolia and the absence of a Paladin to lead them, but he had no idea that they sponsored adventurer guilds. How odd it is that fate would put them on my path again, considering I might have joined them without Father’s intervention.
“Why give it to me?” Simon asked. The gift baffled him. “I have no desire to fight against my homeland.”
“An adventurer you wished to become once, did you not?” the Prince of Spiders’ voice answered through the statue, a hint of amusement laced in its words. “A truth most interesting, you shall find hidden in those halls.”
Of course a mysterious criminal mastermind would speak in riddles. This Prince was just as bad as Duchar in their own way. Worse, they seemed to have some intimate knowledge of Simon since few knew of his desire to become an adventurer outside his family. Did Balzam brief his contact about his bastard?
Whatever the case, Simon decided not to dig any further until he learned more about the Cobweb organization. Swimming into uncharted waters always led to disaster. That gift was already terribly suspicious.
“I guess our business here is concluded then,” Simon said upon taking the badge.
“One more thing.” Silk inhaled from her pipe. “One thousand silver coins for the winged girl outside.”
Simon scowled in pure disgust. “She’s not for sale.”
“Two thousand then.”
“She is not for sale,” Simon repeated himself, far more tersely.
“Fine, fine. She would have made you a fortune in the city’s brothels, but your loss.” The woman snickered as she kept smoking her pipe. “Shut the door on your way out.”
Simon did so and didn’t look back. He deactivated the Freelancer Class, walked through the hallway, and reunited with his allies. They both looked rather relieved to see him alive and in one piece.
“We hope to see you again,” the grinning butcher said as they exited the shop.
Not if I can help it, Simon thought. The fresh, salty air of the sea had never felt so good on his face.
“Who were those people?” Eole immediately asked the moment they were outside.
Simon sighed. “Does the name ‘Cobweb’ mean anything to you?”
Eole’s skin turned paler than chalk. “That is one of their fronts?”
“Apparently. I didn’t learn that until I entered it.” Considering her reaction, Simon could guess she had had a past encounter with them. “You’ve met those criminals?”
“They’re the scum of the earth,” Eole replied, her fear now mixed with violent disgust and hatred. “Vouivre sells the shifters who refuse to bend the knee to them in order to fund her war chest.”
“She does?” Simon asked, dumbfounded. That made some twisted kind of sense. And good to know too should I need to investigate that dragon…
“We need to tell the authorities,” Eole insisted, glaring at the butcher’s shop. “If they learn slavers operate here–”
“That would be very unwise,” Simon said. “For all we know, this city’s watch is on their take, and all you’ll get is a knife to the throat. I’m extraordinarily lucky they gave me the Crestone I wanted without any trouble.”
“Their kind never does anything for free, nor helps anyone without getting something in return.” Eole frowned at Simon. “Who are you, really?”
“I’ll… I’ll tell you later,” Simon promised. “In private.”
Eole remained clearly suspicious about what was going on, but trusted him enough not to dig deeper for now. “What next then?”
Simon pondered her question. They would find an inn—one preferably located far, far away from this spider’s web—where they could rest in peace and tell Eole the truth away from prying eyes, then he would interrogate Belzemine about the Freelancer Class to figure out if it was worth leveling it up first or devouring the Quick Learning Perk outright. After that…
After that, Simon drew a blank. He had never thought about this reign beyond obtaining the Crestone. Surely he could find some adventurer work to level-up, but they had no urgency to deal with it, no specific task at hand, no sword hanging over their heads. For perhaps the first time in his life, Simon had free time.
“I guess we’re on vacation now,” Simon admitted.
And he had no idea how to handle that.
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Comments
Hollowlce
acquiesced rather than accused
Thaabit Rivertree
More than likely someone will damage or destroy the throne, damaging the class or removing he ability to live again.
Tomas Marcolini
Tftc. I wonder if at the end the final boss will be the Red Throne or his avatar, to finally put an end to the Overlords.
Myrdin
Diabolism seems like something to be further delved into alongside Lorimer and his muse. Speaking of Lorimer, we still haven’t heard anything about creating a crestone, which he can supposedly do. I wonder if Simon will be able to create a crestone of a vassal class of the Overlord.
CentaureHeart
Simon has a new possible reign. Integrating the syndicate and learning a ton of stuff about the world with it. Also a good source of level because he would have to be ruthless.
Antony444
Well, at least we know now where the options for 'Simon the Adventurer' and 'Overlord of Crime' separate...The Cobweb, assuming they said the truth, are the SCORPIA of the illegal world...and seem to peddle in very dangerous stuff. Simon got the Crestone...now the big question is how long he will be able to stay alive, and when will he feel the necessity comes he does have to use the 'Devour Crestone' Perk on it...
Jasus
Passive Perks work all the time.
Seriously?
Great Chapter. Diabolism? Seems like he might be able to do something with this and the Zodiac Fiends...
Jasus
Probably more late game, when he acts as the Overlord and has to brace the world for the Fiends.
Jasus
Probably, i just wonder if she will betray him. Or maybe she gets enslaved while leaving them and has to be rescued?
Federico
does the innate perk work on all classes or just the freelance?
Pradian
Eole gonna leave after she finds out that he is the overlord right? :(
Jasus
Adventure time!! And I hope he survives a bit longer so that he can figure more of the future out.
Publius Decius Mus
Silly boy. When on vacation, you read books. That's why God created vacations in the first place.
Vik M.
Ah yes, the worst burden you can ever give the chronically overworked and stressed: unconstructed free time. My parents would both have aneurysms.
Arthur Glenn
You used Ghastly twice to describe the spider statue. Great Chapter I love hundred reigns a future reign I am looking forward towards is one where Simon pretends to be a prophet (please make one like that oh pretty please🙏)
Yozora
Thx for the chapter
