The Goddess Made A Mistake Again-Chapter 155 - Rumors and Truth

"Wh- What do you mean?" Jacob said trying to act all unknown about it but I know he saw it.

"So that wasn’t you back there behind the cupboard trying to peak at us, then?"

"Of course not, I made sure to cover my face with cu-… oh shit!" His face just made a breakthrough as he slipped out the words, "Well fuck it!"

"Yeah, I saw it and I have to say, it was C+ for me."

"C+?... what the fuck are you talking about?"

"I mean, there wasn’t any tongue play nor were you even a bit rough with her. Fuck! You could have grabbed her perky butt sitting over you, I saw she was giving you the signal."

"You idiot!" I say with a pale face, "I wouldn’t grab her perky butt, it was a gentle kiss. One that doesn’t mean you have to do horny things."

"But you did try to go for more."

"Yeah… but that was after the kiss, before the kiss doesn’t count." I say while pointing at him, "Besides you should have known this, it may be the only kind of kiss you’ve had with Amelia."

"Fuck Off! I never did anything with that bitch." He said facing away.

"With that mouth, I can guess why."

"It doesn’t matter, the fact is, she let you grab her butt and you didn’t so… haha to you." Jacob said without knowing if that really came out as a good comeback or not.

"She didn’t, you’re seeing into things." I say but can’t get the thought out of my head.

’Did she really want me to grab her butt though… she did kind of let her butt up at one point. But I thought that she was just trying to sit in a comfortable position.’

’Did I really fuck up and gave up on a nice butt grab?!’

…

As we carefully walked the quiet alleyways of the city, Jacob asked me through his fully covered grey cloak, "Where are we going exactly?"

"To the Vagrant Palace."

"That place?" Jacob said remembering the lone standing tower at the center of the black market, "Do you need some kind of information?"

"Yeah I do, but most of all I need to make sure my safety is secured."

"Your safety? What does your safety have to do with them anyway?" He said as we came before the same bar that doesn’t have much customers.

"You might not know this, but the Vagrant Palace isn’t just a place for selling information but it’s actually a hitman organization." I say as we walked in the place.

"Hitman organization? You mean they kill for money?" Jacob asked as he gave the specific knock on the backdoor and went inside.

"Yeah… but they’re not your run in the mill type of people. They don’t just take in any hitman. They take in professionals, those that actually have a chance of killing people regardless of their stature."

"You might know the story about duke Legilas of Horien."

"Yeah, I think I do." Jacob nodded, "Isn’t that the story about his own brother betraying him and later killing him for his status as the leader of the family, right?"

"Yes, that’s what story they decided to spin with. But in reality, the true killer wasn’t him but his wife who made a contract with the Vagrant Palace and killed her own husband so that her own son would get the status, not his sons from other wives."

"SHIT! That’s actually real! I heard rumors of his fifth wife killing him in secret but I always thought they were just rumors, not actually real." Jacob said in awe. "Isn’t that a huge secret then?"

Rumors and truth have a hand to hand relation. You just have to accept if the rumor was the truth or not.

"Yes, it is." Came the old voice behind Jacob as we stood in the underground hallway with the doors.

"AHHH!" Jacob screamed like a girl with high pitch before calming down as he saw it was the old guy.

"Ah, old guy, It’s you. I almost died there for a second." Jacob said before remembering the guy’s words, "What did you mean by ’yes, it is’? Does that mean this was a big secret once?"

"To tell you the truth, only the higher echelons of our organization and some special people know about the real story? So can I ask the master Tax, how you know about this?"

I wasn’t disturbed by the fact that he knows my name, by now I figured out who he is, "It was told to me as an example actually. To tell me how powerful the Vagrant Palace is."

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I don’t know if he figured out my bluff or just decided to go with it as he said, "Okay, thank you for answering my question and before you go, it’s the third one this time."

"Thanks for that." I give a brief nod of gratitude before going to the door.

"Haha, old guy. You speak in a funny sense. By the way, how did you know his name and why do you say ’our organization’?" Jacob laughed jokingly, "You make it sound like you’re an assassin or something?"

"Hehe…" The old man gave a secretitious laugh as we went through the door.

"The old man… he makes it seem like he actually is an assassin."

"You’re wrong."

"I know, how could h-"

"That man was an assassin."

"…"

"…"

Jacob couldn’t help but gulp as we walked through the corridor, "You serious?"

"Hmm," I nod, "Not only that, but if I’m correct. He was a infamous one back in his youth."

"Shiiiit… so why is he working as a doorman then?"

"Who knows?" I say, opening the door, feeling the secretive and mysterious vibe emanating from the black market.

Ironically, there was more people here than up in the city. You would have thought that with curfew going, people would come even less here in fear of getting caught. But no, they become even bolder, because they know the black market wouldn’t let the guards or soldiers in inspection come here.

Still, that didn’t mean it worked without rules. The black market had its rules and its overseers, the door man back there was one. There wasn’t much information about that door guy, but it was vaguely said that even now, that man had good strength in him.

Besides, him knowing my name wasn’t a big deal. After what happened in the stadium today, it would have been embarrassing if he didn’t.

We walk quickly through the bizarre pathways of the market as we hide ourselves from bad eyes. It took more than a few minutes to reach the center with so many people having gathered here. It was almost like all the bandits and thieves had relocated here because of the curfew.

Standing before me was the long black tower, The Vagrant Palace.

It was both a reassuring and a suffocating place for people who know what they’re about to get into.

Going inside, we saw a large long hallway colored in a traditional fashion set. The place felt rich and the people inside empowering. But there was a coldness here that wasn’t out in the market.

It almost felt like every single person here was a hitman or assassins. Most likely they were…

Ignoring the subtle eyes of the unknown, we come before the receptionist who this time as well, was a woman.

The woman wore black and grey white clothes that made her seem like a cold and apathy person. But here she stood, with her gentle eyes and a smile as bright as a daisy.

"Your PM, please."

Surrounded by a place full of killers.