Chapter 1119 Guilty

Chapter 1119 Guilty

A moment later, Jake left Faye's secret vault with a satisfied and... sated smile. Crunch and Lord Phenix looked just as pleased and smug, the two clowns decked out in all kinds of flashy signs of wealth.

The cat was adorned with a heavy tiara encrusted with gemstones emitting a gentle energy boosting its wearer's Lumyst Aura. Its fluffy paws were also decked out in bracelets with various magical functionalities, its jewelry weight probably nearing its actual weight.

The turkey was no better, having managed to find and don a exquisite red-gold plated armor covering up to its beak. The only part of its body left exposed was the one it should have forever hidden: its wattle. The kind of saggy red skin reminiscent of withered testicles...

This armor could change dimensions to fit its wearer, suggesting it was originally intended for a more chivalrous mount, like a Titan of Featherfall's stature, for example.

Instead, it was Lord Phenix who had gotten his hands on it, for better or worse. Mostly worse...

As for Jake, while he at least had the decency not to flaunt all his new acquisitions in front of the woman he'd just robbed and the numb Archive Keeper accompanying them, he was undeniably the most shameless thief of the three.

Not wanting to risk a backlash in enemy territory, he refrained from using his bracelet's Space Storage or his own Inner Space, but it turned out that this annoying concern was actually extremely easy to solve.

Among the artifacts stored in Lady Faye's treasure room, there were several rings, bracelets, pendants, chests, and even clothing pockets with their own internal dimensions to stash whatever you wanted. The vixen, being a wealthy Saint and one of the five Radiant Conclave members, naturally had the cream of the crop in spatial artifacts.

Jake had chosen a ring in silver metal with a simple design and no ornaments, but with a good storage capacity, and used it to stash everything else. He first thought a ring wouldn't be enough to loot everything, but a cheap trick permitted him to do it: fill the storage dimensions of the other spatial artifacts before storing them in his own ring.

It was a common cliché from his past readings, but he wasn't sure it would work. It was because altering the space of an already altered space could in theory only weaken it further. And then, it seemed way too convenient. n)-0velb1n

After checking, Jake indeed confirmed that the storage capacities of the other spatial artifacts stored in the main ring were substantially reduced, but not completely. The enchantments and additional energy specific to these artifacts were still useful.

But even after filling his ring and all the other storage artifacts to full capacity, Jake realized that there were still less valuable things departed to steal, like all kinds of more or less precious materials. Seeing himself as an indefatigable perfectionist, and having received an education advocating to never leave anything on his plate, he made a point of 'devouring' the rest.

Feeling the need to justify herself without really knowing why, Lyria hastened to explain why they hadn't revealed this information sooner.

"We always aimed to return them to you. It's just that it was supposed to be one of our assets for these negotiations. It must be said that many of these foreigners didn't just steal. The crimes inflicted on our citizens would have normally earned them the death penalty." With these words, her face twitched into a bitter grimace. These negotiations were a total fiasco. "At this point, you can just take them with you when you leave..."

Her exhausted and defeated tone said a lot about what she thought of her interaction with him. This Jake Wilderth had certainly satisfied her curiosity about the foreigners, but this was closer to an overdose.

The worst part was thinking that with everything he had just taken from them, the next time they met him on the battlefield he would be even stronger. It was not a reassuring prospect.

Jake was as tired of these shenanigans as the young woman and decided to wrap up the matter as quickly as possible.

"Take me to these prisoners." He gestured for them to lead the way.

On the way, he asked what the foreigners were guilty of that merited an execution without trial in her opinion, and by the end of his speech, Jake was as dark as the blond Keeper.

Rapes, massacres, unnecessary rampages targeting civilians and innocents having nothing to do with their goals. It seemed that no matter the stakes or the odds, there would always be scum committing the most abject horrors. Yerodes and Lamines, there were everywhere in every Mirror Universe.

It was like a weed impossible to get rid of. Barely weeded out, thousands of others replaced them.

Unforgivable!

Seeing his expression darken to the point of overflowing with pervasive killing intent, Lyria covered herself with a film of cold sweat, initially thinking he desired to kill her for openly expressing her regret at sparing his compatriots.

It wasn't until they arrived at the Conclave Tower, and once the prisoners were freed, that she realized with relief and astonishment that she was not the target of his murderous aura. For as soon as the first prisoner was in the open air, Jake scanned him with a bird of prey's gaze and snorted in revulsion.

The next second, an overwhelming spiritual and gravitational pressure fell on the Player, causing him to implode on the spot.