Isekai For Hire Chapter 25: We’re Heisting

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We’re Heisting Was this part of your plan, too? This is an unexpected twist, I will admit. Lorena had expected some kind of low stakes initiation into Weaver’s crew over the coming days, but instead he had “kindly” insisted that she join them on their heist of the blacksmith that very night. She trailed behind Harkyn and Weaver, with Naith several paces behind all of them, as they moved through the quiet of the empty Trade District. It feels hollow with everyone gone. Ren said. Even the lantern light seemed dimmer, as if it was swallowed by the silence. It made Lorena uneasy. They stopped in front of a sewer grate and Harkyn began muttering while he walked in a circle around it, a pool of water forming in his tracks. He knelt down and pressed his hand to the puddle, heat rippling through the air, sharp enough for Lorena to wince and take a step back. “Hurry it up,” Weaver muttered, glancing up and down the street. “The water must be a precise temperature for this to work. Too hot and the ice will just melt. Too cold, and-” “Harkyn,” Weaver cut in, “just do it.” The Mage swallowed his words and stood, drying his hand on his suit jacket. He formed blocks of ice with his hands and placed them in the water. Instantly, steam curled up around the sewer grate, the perfect illusion of sewer heat. That’s a neat trick. Agreed, Lorena thought back. Weaver bent down and heaved the sewer grate up with a grunt. Oh Gods are we seriously going down there? You’ll never be able to get the stench out of our hair. But the stench that Ren, and Lorena, both expected never came. The only smell was of faint dampness, like cold stone after a hard rain. “Fun fact,” Harkyn said as he climbed down. I’m already getting tired of his fun facts, Lorena said to Ren. I like them. It makes committing to a life that will damn me to an eternity of pain and penance with my Goddess worth it. Now I’ll have something to share with all the other sinners once I die for the final time. “One of the mages here detested the smell of sewage so much that he spent twenty years developing a new spell to eliminate the odor. Though, he later went mad, claiming he could see smells and taste colors.” “Nobody cares,” Weaver muttered. Rude, I do. Ren’s voice was venomous. “I kind of do,” Lorena said, offering Harkyn a quick smile before dropping into the sewer after him. Weaver followed, quickly overtaking them and leading the way. They stopped beside a narrow pipe, how Weaver knew that this specific pipe was the one they were looking for in this sea of pipes, Lorena had no idea. Naith summoned her snake and took a strong stance, then hissed softly into the heavy air. Naith’s eyes shifted from round pupils to the long, vertical slits of a snake. The snake looked around, then did its best imitation of a bow, and slithered up the pipe. Goddess Tevra… That seems unnatural. I’m sure it’s fine. It’s a Hunter ability, right? I don’t know. If it is I’m glad we didn’t choose Hunter. Lorena was snapped back to reality when Naith let out a grunt. Lorena studied her unchanged face, but saw blots of blood blooming near her ribs. She tapped Harkyn and pointed at the growing stain. He waved her off with a calm, infuriating gesture. She chewed her lip and kept watching, helpless. At last Naith sagged against the wall, Lorena quick to put an arm under her. Her eyes flickered back to normal and she pressed a hand to her side. “The door’s unlocked?” Weaver asked, not a hint of concern. Naith gave a weak nod. That was enough for him. He turned and marched toward the ladder, leaving the rest of them running after him. I don’t like him. Ren said, a concerning note of defiance in her voice. We don’t have to like him, we just have to use him. Yeah, but it would be easier if we liked him. Okay, I’ll make sure to bring that up at the next group bonding session. There’s group bonding sessions? I’ll teach you how to make my mother’s cookies, they’re to die for. They rounded the corner onto another empty stree