SECRET FILES OF THE SCARMITH KINGDOM
-Forbidden Book Number 63
Pages: 01, 02, 07, 22, 33.
Born a commoner in the capital of the Scarmith Kingdom, Lark of Scarcity was a young man with high intelligence and great curiosity...
He always learned quickly everything he was taught, and questioned everything from a very young age. At only six years old, he questioned his parents:
"Why is the sky blue?"
"Why is the moon purple?"
"Why are there four seasons?"
But this excessive curiosity and hyperactivity soon brought young Lark his first consequences at a young age…
At only 7 years old, he was injured while running away from home to "explore the world" and luckily survived, obtaining his first scar. And with the acquisition of an ability, Lark's curiosity about this topic soon became a new obsession as he grew up.
"Why do injuries lead most people to death?"
"Why do those who survive injuries get scars?"
"Why do scars have different colors?"
But Lark was indeed a genius; his studies on how the powers of scars worked made him one of the most skilled Scar Bearers in the Kingdom and brought great benefits to the Scarmith Kingdom regarding how scars functioned and how they could be better utilized. Lark was personally praised and decorated by the 4th King, Devrön Scarmith, who was the great-grandson of the Kingdom's founder.
Soon, Scholar Lark, also known nationally as Shaman Lark, became one of the most influential figures in the Kingdom.
But one day, during an unfortunate domestic accident, Lark was forced to watch his young pregnant wife die from a simple injury without being able to do anything. The accident left Lark devastated and depressed for almost a year. He blamed himself for the fact that even with all his knowledge and titles, he couldn't save his family, but his period of mourning was short-lived, and because of this incident, a new obsession arose:
"Why do injuries have such a high fatality rate?"
"What causes death in injuries?"
"Why is the survival rate of wounded Nobles higher than that of wounded Commoners?"
"What is the Kingdom hiding?"
These new questions led Shaman Lark to delve deeper into the dangerous scars, studying the fauna and flora of this environment contaminated by curses and poisons.
When Shaman Lark reappeared in public, a miraculous new creation had emerged from his research, one that would forever change the history of this world, Shaman Lark had created the Sacred Ointment…
But Lark didn't yet know that his greatest achievement would also be the one that would bring him the greatest disaster…
Book: "Dead Men Tell No Tales"
pages: 01, 02, 07, 22, 33.
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As Nolan watched Zack lying on his back on the floor in silence, the arrogant young man spoke in a desperate tone:
"Quick, help me get up. My arms hurt, and I can't feel my legs!"
Zack looked at the young soldier kneeling beside him, who continued to watch him silently.
"What are you doing? Why are you standing there? Quick, help me up!"
Zack saw the young man with yellow eyes, wearing a red scarf, look at him with cold eyes. Then his hands moved to his neck and helped him remove his matte-black iron helmet, allowing him to breathe a little better. After that, the young soldier began to remove the scarf covering half his face and neck, revealing his face.
"You…"
He found the person familiar; the hair looked a little different, but as soon as his eyes saw a golden scar that ran from ear to ear on his throat, his eyes and mouth widened in despair.
"IMPOSSIBLE!"
"Shhh"
A hand wearing an unusual gray glove made of different leathers was placed over his mouth, preventing Zack from saying anything more.
"Don't worry, just like all those you killed that day, no one will miss you…"
"Puff"
Nolan slowly slipped the dagger into the gaps under Zack's armpit, removing it immediately.
"Rhum Rhum"
Zack tried to scream, but the glove still prevented him from speaking.
"Don't worry, before leaving Blackwood Village, I'll make sure your father dies too. After all, you cowardly killed my father with the help of The Viper, it's only fair that yours dies as well, right?"
Nolan finally removed his hand from Zack's mouth when he saw that he had begun to choke on his own blood due to the punctured lung.
"H-how?"
"How am I alive?"
Zack, who was about to choke on his own blood, only nodded slightly.
"I don't know how I'm alive either, maybe the cruelty you committed was so horrible that even the Gods were angry?"
Zack then finally closed his eyes and died…
Nolan wanted Zack to relive everything he and his father had gone through; he wanted to slit his throat, beat him, and shoot several arrows into his body, but at this moment, he still needed to be careful. He didn't know if the bodies of the human soldiers would be checked later, and any strange injuries could raise unnecessary questions.
He still needed to take care of Zack's father, that fat, perverted man who allowed all this to happen, and before, he wasn't confident in doing so, but now perhaps there was a chance with this new Scar…
"Deserter, help me treat my wound…"
Nolan was pulled from his reverie about revenge plans and cautiously approached the Vice-Captain. By this time, she had already removed the upper part of her rusty armor and now displayed a pale white arm with a nearly 17-centimeter gash on her right forearm.
While he used a cloth to wipe the blood from the wound, he saw Milla pull out a small leather pouch containing a small metal container. When Nolan opened it, he smelled a familiar scent of bitter herbs and roots. At the same time, Luna approached the two:
"Vice-Captain, there are no human survivors!"
Luna said these words to the Vice-Captain with a sad face and teary eyes; after all, both had lost several comrades and friends in this battle.
Milla nodded in acknowledgment and began using a needle and thread she had previously prepared with her right arm to close the wound on her left arm. After finishing the stitching, she instructed Nolan as if teaching him something:
"Apply the Sacred Ointment to my wound, but be economical. There's no need to use much since I stitched the wound and the cut isn't very deep…"
"Luna, take the other novice, check if there are any survivors among the Lizardfolk. I'll call Merchant Maximus soon; he should already be in the vicinity and will arrive in a few minutes!"
"Yes, Vice-Captain!"
Nolan, who was helping her, ignored the dialogue between the two women and murmured internally upon seeing the green paste and smelling the familiar scent.
"Is it really the Sacred Ointment? How does she have something like that for personal use? Is she from the nobility?"
But all of Nolan's questions were interrupted when he saw the fourth survivor approaching!
He was in complete shock! That's because it was someone Nolan saw die within the first minute after the fight began, an arrow piercing his head!
It was the mysterious hooded boy!
Nolan's face now resembled Zack's when he'd seen him alive a few minutes earlier…
"Impossible! How did he come back to life?"