Don’t Fear Of Darkness - Volume 1 Chapter 26 No Work Is Disgraceful

For the next month with the Master, I made a total of four orders, although they were not always homicides. Once, I had to find a missing kid, which what with the smell of my Barghests, was a trivial matter. Another time, I just had to scare some thug who was too much supposing in one town. When I finished him with tears in my eyes and shit in my pants on my knees, he promised he would be polite.

I say I’m done, I really only showed up with familiars in one dark street, telling him that the devil had come for his soul. Hehe expression on his face was so funny that I almost began to laugh there.

In any case, the sum of all prizes after conversion was 30,000 euros. Pretty good earnings, however, Edmund said that I have to keep them because they will be needed for the next part of the training, which will take place in a week.

Until then, I practiced shooting and using magic. Besides, I discovered an interesting thing in the Dark Ent relationship. It can produce fruits (which by the way are damn poisonous, but that’s not the most important) from which I can obtain seeds.

If they put some power in them and throw them in the ground, they will germinate and grow quickly, creating tentacles like those of Ent. A useful thing, but it also has disadvantages. For every meter of length it needs 10 seconds and can grow up to 6 meters. What’s more, the earth must be a lot, because just like any plant without the right amount of nutrients will not grow.

Another, quite disturbing thing is the fact that my magical power has barely increased, despite the hard training over the last months. When I asked Edmund, his answer surprised me.

“It’s not entirely true.” Edmund said. “Your mana pool has increased significantly over the past year, but it is not being filled up.”

“It means?”

“It will show you this way. Imagine that your mana pool is a liter bottle. Your mana fills it halfway and does not increase even slightly, despite the increased capacity. Unfortunately, I have never read or heard about this case, so I do not know what to do with that. ”

I was down. Dark thoughts began to overlap me, but I quickly pushed them away. At the moment, I could only go forward and hope that I will find some way in the future.

I continued training, listening to my favorite playlist. By the way, I was much better at using magic when I was doing it to the rhythm of music, though I had no idea why it was.

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The week flew in the blink of an eye. We were going to the Manchester airport. On the way, the Master explained to me the content of my mission. I was to fly alone to Spain, and then for the next two months carry out errands to make the most money. The difficulties involved were that I would not have any help on the spot, and everything, from transport, through weapons, to do the job, I had to do everything myself. These 30,000 euros were supposed to be just for start. He gave me a fake passport and identity card, and the website address that was to help me.

As for the orders themselves, I could do practically anything, unless it’s about political matters and bigger business. Mainly because in such cases the Chapter (the magicians of light) or Tenebris (the dark magicans) have their connections, in which the average magician should not bother. In addition, if possible, I had no use of magic, because it attracts attention.

“So the only thing I can do right now is to wish you luck.” Edmund said, then gave me a plane ticket and left.

(What a touching farewell) I thought.

The flight lasted for a total of 3 hours. We landed in Barcelona around 15, so I had a lot of time for basic things.

The first thing was to find a flat. After checking a few motels and hotels I chose a motel called “Dulce sueo”. Building, service and room can be described in simple soldier’s words as an to suck, but here nobody asks what you do and who comes to you, which was the most important to me. Gun was another issue.

I pulled out the website address Edmund gave me and typed it on the laptop. A party of fans of cute animals has popped out. Then I entered a string of numbers and letters in the login and password. When I approved, the whole page became black and after a while new content appeared.

Where is the easiest way to buy weapons, drugs, hire a mercenary or a killer?

The answer is DarkNet

A place where hundreds of more or less illegal transactions occur every day, full of pickers, traders and cheats. For me, just to buy equipment and find a job. I also wrote the name of the “company”which is relatively reliable in terms of purchases. I ordered 2 Waltery P-99, 20 ammo magazines, a few grenades and a knife like for special forces. I gave the delivery address and now I had to wait about 2 days for pickup.

At the time I was looking for some interesting orders in the area. In total there were 10 of them, of which three interested me. Salary is from 5 to 15 thousand. Euro. The first is to find a man and a good that he has stolen. The prize is for the product itself, but if I bring a live thief I will get extra. The second is the order for a man who killed a police officer a week ago in a shootout and flew off. Wanted him dead or more dead.

The third entertaining thing totally goes for my profession, and I found the advert by accident when going to a motel. Some rich old women lost her dog and desperately looks for him. Normally I would blame it, but she pay 5,000 for it, which is the most profitable for me. In the end, I just have to earn, and how it’s different thing.

While waiting for a weapon, I started by trying to find a dog. First, I reported to the woman, claiming that I am a professional seeker of animals. The woman did not believe me at first. It was only after a long conversation that I convinced her that I had specially trained dogs for such tasks, moreover, I said that I would take the prize only after finding my death.

The only thing I asked for was an object that belonged to a dog. She gave me his old collar. I thanked her and left her home.

Probably many people are looking for him too, but I have a certain advantage.

After a while I walked into the empty street and made sure that no one was around, I whistled softly.

Suddenly, my shadow began to lengthen and expand as two familiar silhouettes of Basta and Xena emerged from it. I discovered it a day before leaving. My Barghests can connect with my shadow and travel with me and they were difficult to detect. I gave them collaras to smell the and told them to look. They barked in response and returned to my shadow.

My relationship with familiars is already strong enough that they can send me simple signals through telepathy. However, searching in this form strongly weakened their senses, so it took much longer. I found him 4 hours later, about 5 km from the woman’s home. A small white poodle sat in one alley and ate the found hamburger. When I started to approach him, to my irritation, he started to run away. We were chasing each other for such a good moment until he ran into a dead end. Seeing that he don’t have where he was going to run, he started growl and bark. However, I had it somewhere. I grabbed him by the neck, put her between my legs and squeezed the sleeping pills. After a few moments of struggling, the dog fell asleep, and I calmly returned to give it back. The only problem was that the dog stank mercilessly, and with its jaws it stinks a old fish, so I tried to keep it farther away from my face.

His mistress, however, did not pay attention to it but hugged him tightly. I said she would wake up in an hour or two.

I picked up the prize and went back to the motel.

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On the next day in the agreed place a courier came with a package. I was wearing my mask and black clothes, just in case. The man was staring at me strangely from the mask to the missing left hand, but he said nothing about it.

“It will be 8000 euros.” Said the courier.

I gently opened the package to check the contents. At first glance, everything agreed, so without a word I gave the courier money and I left.

Having a weapon, I made an appointment with a guy who paid for the goods. He gave me information about a thief, one Pedro Sanchez

I was somewhat amused by the fact that drugs for 50,000 was stolen by 17-year-old from him, but I did not mention it. He gave me the address of his old apartment and instructed me to find him as soon as possible. There was a nice mess on the spot, you could see that they were already looking for some traces, but to no avail. I ordered the familiars to search for clues. They found his scent, but he was very weak, almost unseen, so I had to give it up. However, my attention was drawn to the brochure of the hotel I found in the rubbish. When I checked it, the hotel was about 150 km away. I did not have other signes, so it was worth checking.

First, however, I had to buy a car. I bought some Fiat-piece of lumberfor just over 1000 euros, and the owner did not ask anything, he only happily accepted the money, he gave me the doc.u.ments and the key. After a few hours drive (it was a horror drive with one hand) I got to the hotel. I gave him a picture at the reception desk and asked if they had seen him. In this case, the lack of the left hand is quite helpful, because who sees the cripple as someone dangerous?

It turned out that I hit the jackpot. He rented a room on the second floor. I thanked the receptionist and went upstairs. There were no cameras here, but I still preferred to put on a mask and quietly entered the room. The boy was gone, so I started looking around the room. In the bag under the bed I found stolen drugs. They were supposed to be about 30 kg. The moment I was to take it, someone entered the room. I pulled out the pistol and measured it. A boy with brown hair and tanned skin came in. He had an average posture and an ordinary face, without a gram of facial hair.

It was Pedro Sanchez. Seeing me, he turned pale and completely frozen.

“Who are you?” He asked nervously.

“It does not matter. I just got an order to find the goods … and you. ”

If he was scared at the moment he saw me, he was quite panicked now. He wanted to say something when a little girl entered the room. It was about 5 years old, the same hair, eyes and similar features as Pedro. Seeing me, she squealed with fear and hid behind Pedro.

“Please, you can take drugs, money, even me, whatever, just please do not hurt her.” Pedro pleaded.

(Shit, there are always problems.)

Honestly, I did not want to kill this boy too much, and now all the more, so I was thinking what to do about this situation.

“Is this all the goods?” I asked.

“Yes, I have not done anything about it yet.”

I pretended to think.

” You know what? I have a good humor. I will take only drugs and leave you alone, agree? ”

The boy nodded without hesitation.

I swiftly moved the bag over my shoulder without adding a weapon.

“I have two tips for you. First, leave immediately from here. Your former boss can hire less nice people than me. Secondly, “I waved him a leaflet from the hotel

“Never leave such obvious traces.”

The boy did not say anything but dropped his head.

The girl kept her brother all the time, with tears in her eyes, because she did not know what could happen.

I felt sorry for them, but then I remembered Edmund’s words.

(During our work, we often face difficult situations, in the end many people on whom we have an order can also have a family, people they care about, their reasons, etc. While acting as a hunter you will make difficult decisions and then you must stick to them. But we are not soulless machines, we always have a choice.)

I left the hotel and went to pick up the prize.

I again made the call to the client, saying that I had recovered all the goods. The man’s voice became much happier.

I met one of his men to collect the prize. I gave away the drug bag and he handed me a packet of money

“And what happened to Sanchez?” The man asked.

“Who knows, maybe he run, maybe he drowned with his sister somewhere? So many different unpleasant cases can happen to a man. ”

The man only gently swallowed and did not ask for anything more. He did not want to know.

The last order was on Rodrigo Lomela, the man who killed the policeman during the shooting, and now he is hiding. Officially, there is no reward for him, but I heard that several buddies of the victim and police officers from the outpost secretly set up the prize. As I mentioned earlier they looking for him a dead or more dead.

The police searched Rodrigo’s flat. They do not know exactly where he went, but they are sure he did not leave the city. I met one of the policemen who was dressed in civilian clothes. He had a short-trimmed beard and a bushy mustache and maybe 30 years. He said that as evidence I had to bring a photo of a corpse. Nothing easier. I only demanded some object that belonged to the goal. The man was surprised but did not question my methods.

I got a piece of his clothes that he took from his apartment. I ordered Barghests immediately. The results shocked me.

Rodrigo was hiding in a place that was only a hundred yards from the scene of the shooting. I do not know if he was stupid or stupid, but on the other hand the darkest under the lantern, so it probably was not the worst choice. When I entered the building, the trace led me to the apartment on the third floor. There were two people in the apartment. One of them was Lomeli, the other unknown man. They argued about something, then the other man said furious that he was leaving. I hid in a higher staircase and waited for the other to come out of the building. After a while I entered the apartment.

“Montez, I’m sorry, I should not call you-” Rodrigo paused when he saw the masked man with a gun in his hand. He wanted to escape immediately, but I was faster. I got to him, I disable his legs and struck the temple. The gun makes too much noise, so I decided to use a knife. I took the hunting blade from my belt and stabbed him in the heart. The feeling when the knife enters the body was terrible but I had to get over it (Aut: this guy under him got over it more). After a few seconds, Lomeli died. I moved away from him and took a picture. Then I took the knife and left the building unnoticed.

I called to say that the task was done and I am waiting in the agreed place for money.

An hour later, the same man with lush facial hair came with a large bundle of notes.

“You have a photo?”

I nodded and then took out the phone on which was a picture of the corpse. He in turn gave me money. When I finished counting the money, I saw that the man was squeezing the phone and shaking.

“Are you dissatisfied with the service?”

(Whore, service? I even start talking like a professional killer.)

The policeman shook his head.

“No, I just … I regret that I could not kill him personally.”

I understood what he means. However, by renting me he decided how this man should die, so he can not blame it.

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When I returned to the motel I just wanted to go to sleep, but then the phone rang. It was a message about the available order. An offer for 500 thousand dollars. Almost without thinking, I decided to call and find out the details.

I did not even know what kind of swamp I got into.