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The Zombie Knight Saga - Chapter 140

Published at 29th of December 2019 10:25:55 AM


Chapter 140

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Emiliana followed Germal's ushering lead off to the side of the main path as the stranger approached.

Gohvis opened one of the drawers in his desk and retrieved a large jar from it. He circumnavigated the metal globe in the middle of the room in order to greet his visitor.

"So," came the man's two voices, "is there a reason you've been jilting my messengers, or do you just like making my life difficult?" He pulled the hood of his coat off, revealing his bronzy complexion more clearly, along with a dark, beastly mustache.

"It is not my fault if the Dáinnbolg kills them before they make it here," said Gohvis.

"You could've met them halfway. I'm sure they made it close enough for you to sense them, at least."

"I have been busy."

"And I haven't? You DO know that the Vanguard's nearly got us by the short-and-curlies, don't you?"

"I have complete confidence in you, Jercash."

"Oh, is that right?" the man laughed. He shifted something that he was carrying beneath his raincoat. "I never thought it would be your kindness that you would kill me with."

Gohvis offered him the jar. "For all your complaining, you certainly took your time getting here."

Jercash accepted it. "Eh. I kind of didn't want him back. Guy's a real prick, y'know."

"I do know."

"Is that why you showed him who's boss?"

"He wanted to prove himself," said Gohvis.

"Ah. Where's Elinox?"

"Who?"

"Vanderberk's reaper."

"In the jar with him."

Jercash held the jar up to his ear and shook it. "Awfully quiet in there."

"The whining was obnoxious."

"Agh. How bad is it?"

"The reaper should recover in a day or two."

"Mm," Jercash hummed, eyeing the jar another time. "So how'd he do, then?"

"I expected worse," said Gohvis.

"Oho! High praise, coming from you."

"He will still require babysitting for a while longer, I think."

"Well, yeah. Hell, with your little fire buddy running amok out there, I wouldn't mind being babysitted, myself."

"You fear Jackson that much?"

"You don't?"

"Hmph."

"That's not a no."

"Contrary to what you may have heard, I have no interest in fighting him," said Gohvis.

"That doesn't mean he isn't interested in fighting you. From what I've heard, he hates you more than anyone. Even Vanderberk. Hell, even my boss. And everybody hates that guy."

"What has that old loon been up to lately, anyway? I have not been keeping up with--"

"Whoa, whoa. No changing the subject. I want to know what you plan to do if Jackson hunts you down."

"If that happens, I will probably fight him."

Jercash's expression went flat. "That's it? You're just gonna fight him head on?"


"Probably."

"Ugh. Come on, man. I've got plans, here, and you're part of them, remember? And even if you weren't, I still wouldn't want you to die! You're the only real friend I have left!"

The Monster gave a low laugh--low enough, in fact, that Emiliana mistook it for a growl, at first, before being entirely surprised that he even could laugh. "Your concern is touching."

"You think I'm joking? Well, I'm not, goddammit. In fact, if I'm being completely honest, you're probably the only person whose company I find even remotely enjoyable, anymore."

Emiliana wasn't quite sure what she was witnessing.

Gohvis still seemed amused. "I shall try not to die for your sake, then."

"I'm not in the mood for your sarcasm, asshole. If you die, then who does that leave me with, huh?" He held up the jar again. "This shithead? Gimme a break!"

"You seem stressed," said Gohvis.

"I am!"

"Perhaps a nice book would help you unwind."

Jercash looked like he wanted to scream. After tapping his fingers against his forehead for a few silent moments, however, he composed himself. "...I still can't believe that one of the most feared men in the world decided to become a librarian."

"I think it suits me," said Gohvis. "I only wish I had known about this place when I was younger. It would have saved me considerable grief."

Jercash ventured over to Gohvis' desk. "Your mutation studies are going well, then?"

"They are."

"Does that mean this dream of yours is--?" Jercash cut himself off as his gaze fell upon Germal and Emiliana. "Who're they, by the way?"

"My pets. You needn't worry."

Emiliana raised an eyebrow from behind her mask.

Jercash squinted. "Hey. We recognize you. You're Germal, aren't you?"

"I am." The one-horned man shuffled urgently forward to offer a handshake. "It is a sincere pleasure to meet you, sir. I am a great admirer of your work."

"We've met before, haven't we?"

"Yes, sir, although that was many years past. I am flattered you remember."

"You've earned yourself a few accolades since then." Jercash broke for another laugh. "The Gentleman of Palei. The Vanguard sure didn't like that nickname, did they?" He snapped his fingers a few times. "What was the one they tried to push on you, instead?"

"Ah, I am afraid I do not--"

"The Liar of Lyste. That's right. Quite catchy, in its own way."

"Perhaps a bit too catchy, where Lyste is concerned," said Germal.

"Ah, well, don't worry about it too much. What're you doing, hanging around with the likes of him? Is he keeping you here against your will?"

"Oh, you see--"

"Leave them be," Gohvis interrupted. "We still have much to discuss, do we not?"

"I'm just taking an interest in what my best pal--which is you, by the way--is up to," said Jercash.

"Mm."

"You don't need to hide anything from me. I am only here to support you in whatever capacity you require. And if that means unraveling a bit of the age old mystery that is you, then so be it."

Gohvis made no response.

"Alright, fine. I'll tell you more about my plans, if you tell me more about yours."

"There is nothing more to tell."

"Bullshit! There's something way off about this library. I'm sure it's just chock full of juicy secrets."

"I am merely using it to preserve knowledge."

"Yeah, and my nineteen ex-wives all married me for love."

"I am sure it was your inability to let things go that won them over."

"C'mon, just clue me in a little bit. For old time's sake. I already know your endgame. Just tell me your next move."

"Studying is my next move."

"Ugh, alright, then what's the move after that one?"

"More studying."

"What's the move after you finish all your studying?"

"Researching."

"That's the same thing! I wanna know when you're gonna punch somebody!"

"I won't know that until I do more research."

"I will blow up this damn library."

"Jercash. I genuinely do not have any short-term plans that you would be interested in."

The man just looked at him.

"Shall I bring in the Weaver and have her read my mind for you?" said Gohvis.

"Yeah, I already know her power doesn't work on you. Nice try, though."

Gohvis gave a hulking shrug and returned to his desk. He began sifting through the books that he had stacked there.

"Fine, forget it," said Jercash. He pulled something out of his raincoat and placed it on the desk, knocking a number of tomes off.

Gohvis' tail caught each one.

"I brought you a gift," said Jercash.

Emiliana found herself wandering closer for a better look. It was a long, metallic object. A rifle? Her mother had taught her about a wide variety of firearms, but this one didn't look quite right to her eyes.

"Why?" was all Gohvis said.

"You can't tell?" said Jercash. "It's an ardor-fueled rifle from the Undercrust."

"Mm. How powerful is it?"

"This one? Not very. But stronger ones exist. Also, it has no fuel. I was wondering if you might be able to remedy one or both of those problems."

"Isn't this a task more suited to that lunatic of yours?"

Jercash clicked his tongue. "Morgunov was working on it for a little while, but then he got distracted. He's on some crazy feldeath kick, right now."
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"That sounds rather dangerous, even for him."

"It is. But he's obsessed with finding the most efficient method for powering up aberrations."

"He is trying to feed feldeaths to them?"

"Yeah. And I don't think he's had even one success yet. They keep dying. The leap in power might just be too great for an aberration's otherwise normal body to handle. Or maybe he's just having trouble taking feldeaths down, in the first place. I'm not sure. I didn't stick around to observe."

"He didn't order you to help him?"

"Of course he did. I told him to get bent. I'm not fightin' one of those damn things just so he can complete another one of his insane experiments."

"That reminds me. What ever happened to that mechanical army he was trying to build?"

"Oh, he completed it. Then he destroyed it, because he didn't like it anymore and wanted to start over."

"I might have guessed."

"If you have any idea as to how I can get his attention back to more pragmatic weapons development projects like this one, then I'd love to hear it," said Jercash.

A beat passed, but Gohvis didn't answer him. Instead, the Monster picked up the weapon and inspected it more closely.

"The primary problem is fuel," said Jercash. "Even if we can't figure out how to build these ourselves, we could always just steal them. But not having a reliable source of ammunition can't be so easily remedied. Peacemaker's been helping the Hun'Kui protect their resources, and even if she wasn't, the refining and manufacturing processes are still largely mysteries, as well."

"You are asking quite a lot of me."

"I know, but I would be ever so grateful. And if not you personally, then you've got a few smart gents working under you, right?"

"As do you."

"Sure, but we've got our hands full. As soon as I return to Eloa, I'm gonna have Lamont, Kane, and Grant all breathing down my neck. Possibly Carson and Graves, too, since I'm not even sure where they are. Hopefully, your old man will be keeping them busy for us along with Sanko."

"What about Jackson?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure he'll be coming after you, not me, but if worse comes to worse, then maybe I'll just feed Vanderberk to him and run."

"Without even attempting to fight?" said Gohvis. "Have a few rumors made you so cowardly?"

"Hey, I haven't survived this long by relying on just strength."

"No. You have survived this long by getting people to underestimate you."

Jercash paused at that. Then he smiled and gave a dark laugh. "Well... not all of us can be flat-out unstoppable. I suppose we just come from different schools of thought, you and I."

"I suppose we do."

Jercash's gaze drifted toward Emiliana and Germal again. "This guy talks tough, but he's actually worried sick about me. I just wish he'd come right out and say so for a change. Is that so much to ask?"

"Your assessment noticeably left out the Crystal Titan," said Germal.

"Oh, I've got something that'll keep him occupied," said Jercash. He turned back to Gohvis. "But that reminds me. You wouldn't mind lending me a hand, personally, would you?"

"I already said no."

"C'mon, it wouldn't be for long. A few days, tops."

"The last time you said that, I ended up following you around for seven years."

"Yeah, but that was a complex geopolitical situation that needed navigating. This'll just be a quick favor."

"You said that before, as well."

"I just want you to help me gaslight a few people."

"No."

"And maybe scare a few others."

"No."

"It'll be easy."

"No."

"Agh, fine. Then how about just lending me some of your people?"

"I do not have that many."

"But the ones you do have are absurdly valuable. So just give me, like, ten."

"You can take one."

"Five."

"One."

"Four?"

"One."

"Three? Pretty please?"

"One."

"I hate negotiating with you."

"None."

"Alright! I'll settle for one. Damn."

"Who do you want?"

Jercash stroked his mustache. "...Can I have the dog?"

Gohvis thought a moment. "Fine."

"Ha! Awesome. Thanks, best pal."

"He will not go with you if he does not want to, however. You will have to persuade him."

"Aw, shit, really? Can't you just order him to follow me?"

"I could. But I am not going to."

"Ugh," Jercash groaned. "Where's Ivan when I need him?"

"I doubt he would be able to help you here," said Gohvis. "Koh bit Ivan's head off a few years ago."

"Hoho! So much for being able to strike a deal with anyone."

"The Man-Eater is not known for his ability to operate discreetly," Gohvis warned. "I would exercise caution, were I you."

"Caution is my middle name's motto, and exercise is its ugly sister."

"Stop trying to sound clever."

"Stop trying to sound... not cool."

"What?"

"I don't know. I changed my mind about insulting you halfway through that, so..."

Germal interrupted. "Would it be alright if I accompanied Jercash as well? Koh and I always travel together." He motioned with his bloodied stump. "And I cannot ask Nerovoy to come to such a dangerous place in order to regrow this."

Gohvis gave a silent nod.

"The more the merrier," said Jercash. "How did you lose that, anyway?"

"Koh."

"Shoulda guessed," said Jercash. "Has he maimed anyone else today?"

"Not today," said Germal.

Jercash glanced Emiliana's way. "Are you familiar with the saying, girl?"

She was a bit surprised that he could tell she was a girl with her mask on. "Ah--no. What saying?"

"'Don't mess with the dog.'"

"Actually, Koh seems to like her," said Germal.

That gave Jercash pause. "Is that so?" He eyed Emiliana again. "And why might that be, hmm?"

"He is that way with all children," said Gohvis.

"Oh? I never knew that. So the Man-Eater has a soft spot, does he?"

"Most people do," said Germal.

"Most people are not dogs," said Jercash.

The conversation continued between the two of them, but Emiliana's attention went to Gohvis, who abruptly flew up three floors in a single leap and then returned a few moments later with a large book in hand. He offered it to Jercash.

"What's this?"

"The real reason I wanted you to come here in person."

Jercash inhaled audibly. "A gift? For me? You do care!"

"Shut up and take it."

Jercash accepted the tome and flipped it over in his hands, inspecting it up and down. He opened it and began sifting through the pages. "Hmm. What language is this?"

"Lyzakki," said Gohvis. "And a few others."

Jercash gave him a look. "The Lyzakks didn't write books."

"No, but they did preserve knowledge in stone."

"Ah. So these pages are transcriptions, then?"

"Yes, from an underground ruin in Vantalay that I discovered some forty years past." He held up Chergoa. "I had forgotten all about it until I recently acquired a Lyzakki translator."

"Huh. Well, uh, that's great, pal, but I can't read this."

"Find a translator for yourself, then."

"Can't you just lend me yours?"

"No."

"But what if I--?"

"No."

He smacked his lips. "Then could you at least give me the gist of what's written here?"

"It is a rumination on the Theory of the Hidden Third."

Jercash's eyes widened. "Are you serious?"

"I also transcribed several passages from a few other sources that I found here in the Library. To my knowledge, there does not currently exist a more comprehensive pondering of the subject than the volume that you are holding right now."

Jercash's eyes widened even more. "Um. Wow. Just. Damn. Thank you."

"Mm."

And Emiliana waited, but from the way they were talking, it didn't seem like anyone was going to ask the question that she wanted answered. So she gathered her audacity and said, "What is this Theory of the Hidden Third?"

Jercash smiled at her. "That, dear girl-whose-name-I-still-don't-know, refers to a question that has been bothering us for millennia. And might you have any idea what that question is?"

She shook her head.

"Then I'll ask it to you. How many different powers does a single servant possess?"

Emiliana wasn't sure what he meant. "Um..."

"Don't follow me? Well, okay, let's count them, then, shall we? So we've got our primary power: the ability which varies between servants. That includes all our transfigurations and materializations and so on. We lump all those together as one power because every servant only gets one, right? Right. Okay."

"The World," said Gohvis.

Jercash threw him a confused glance but kept going with Emiliana. "So what other powers do we have?"

Emiliana thought about it. "Regeneration?"

"Ah, yes, but that is not 'ours,' so to speak. Regeneration, enhanced strength, and so forth--these things come from reapers, not from us. They must be actively granted to us." He broke for a moment of deliberation. "But, I suppose it must be said that you lovable mutant freaks may be somewhat of an exception on that count, simply because of all the strange ways you've learned to manipulate your ability. But I digress. Try again, girl."

"...Soul power?" she said.

"That's right. So between our--"

"The Heavens," said Gohvis.

Jercash clicked his tongue. "What're you on about?"

"...Continue," was all Gohvis said.

"If you'd like to take over, then go right ahead."

The Monster didn't respond, and instead merely returned to looking over the materials on his desk.

Jercash exhaled half a sigh before addressing Emiliana again. "So between our abilities and our souls, we have these two major powers. And together, they have created a kind of 'great duality' that we've come to know quite well over the last few thousand years.

"But the Theory of the Hidden Third suggests that something else exists, as well. A third power that we still don't fully understand yet, perhaps because we only ever catch glimpses of it. Like with, most notably, emergence. What really causes emergence, hmm?"

Emiliana didn't know what to think. Truth be told, she'd never really imagined that there could be some other power that even her parents hadn't known about.

"So you see," Jercash continued, "it's quite the subject that my best pal over here has gifted me a few clues for. What a guy!" He turned to Gohvis and opened his arms wide. "C'mere, ya big palooka. Bring it in."

Gohvis did not bring it in.

Jercash nodded and then went in for the hug, anyway.

The Monster only stood there, as reciprocative as a demonic statue.

Emiliana was mainly just surprised that he didn't try to rip Jercash in half.

Jercash released him. "Did we just have a moment? I think we just had a moment."

"Do that one more time, and you will not be having moments of any kind ever again."

Jercash just laughed.




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