Chapter 181. The River Turned Black

JACOB

This was unthinkable for all of them, an insurmountable ditch and an evil difficult to cure. Water was the most important resource of the city.

The cell bore the name at the entrance, and not a single cry was heard from it. Larry would not beg for mercy or scream for his life even if they tore off his every finger. He would not beg before a fanatic.

The sound of rain from some kind of musical instrument and drum could be heard. They were announcing a ritual.

We entered by breaking open the door and looked at the burning fire and a handful of glass above it, which gave off a terrible stench. A handful of fanatics held the interrogator to fix him.

“It is good that you have come to my feast, King Jacob. Fayz,” said Fayz, holding in his hands a knife with a thin blade soaked in blood. “But don’t you dare interrupt the initiation ritual of my new adept.”

“It will not happen.” I answered dryly and defiantly.

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