The [Scouts] gave Jack a lengthy report about the reconnaissance mission he ordered about the Black Grass tribe.
This tribe was the largest and strongest nomadic tribe in the North. In fact, it used to rule over the North due to the support they received from the elves.
And since they were the largest tribe, they had plenty of people. More specifically, the tribe had about 100,000 people in it. According to the estimates the [Scouts].
In comparison, the Yellow Moon tribe that the demons were in an unofficial friendship had no more than 10,000 members. They were clearly small.
The report that the [Scouts] made dealt mainly with the political structure of the Black Grass tribe.
This tribe had a High King called Vodgic. He had a [Warrior] class with level 38. Which is seemingly impressive for an NPC from this world.
The High King’s wife belonged to the Silver Wing tribe and they were first cousins. The Black Grass tribe and Silver Wings tribe were tightly allied and the rulers married into one another constantly.
Jack put the report down.
Noella poured him his morning tea. He had a plan. And it was time to execute on it.
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If you want something done, you better do it yourself.
In the cover of night, Jack weaved himself through the many tents of the capital village of the Black Grass. He avoided any light sources so he stayed away from fires or lit torches.
Tonight, the moon was nowhere in sight. It was very dark outside. Which he would use to his benefit.
Jack pulled out the [Map] to verify once again that he was heading in the right direction.
“Have you heard that there are demons in the far west?” a guard patrolling with his partner said as they passed Jack without realising.
Jack stood still hoping that they wouldn’t notice him.
“You believe those rumours? Haha, stop wasting your time listening to such tall tales. Demons won’t spawn in the north so close to winter.”
When the guards were at a good distance away from Jack, he was able to continue his journey.
This village was larger than the one at Yellow Moon. And it was lively even at night.
The guards who were off duty were drinking away around campfires. Judging by the smell of the area, Jack knew they were drinking that fermented alcohol milk.
Wine tasted far better, at least to Jack.
But he wasn’t here to critique their taste in alcohol. He had far greater plans here. So he carried on his journey, ducking and dodging any patrolling guards that came his way.
Using the detailed village [Map] that Kinni had drawn up for him, Jack found the tent he was looking for.
From the outside, it looked pretty much the same as the others. The tent had a wooden frame and was covered in leather and animal hide.
Inside however was the real prize.
The tent however was guarded by two guards from the outside. He had to get rid of those guards.
“[Summon] Slime,” he whispered.
A slime monster appeared before Jack. He gave the monster a nice pat on the head to comfort it.
Using the image in his mind, Jack instructed the slime to morph itself into the creature that Jack had in mind.
The slime transformed into a dog. But not any dog. A dog that had drool dripping uncontrollably. A dog that growled at anything that approached it.
Yep, he had the slime transform into a dog that had rabies. Or at least appeared to have rabies.
To make this dog look even scarier and sicker, the slime morphed its dog-body to have lost patches of fur around its back and chest.
“Good job,” he praised the slime for its excellent mimicry. Now it had to put its acting skills to work. “Now show them hell.”
The dog mimic approached the two guards, growling and drooling loudly.
One of the two guards pointed at the dog.
“Look at that dog. It has Mad Spirits!”
So this village saw rabies as mad spirits?
The dog growled louder. The guards pointed their spears at it.
The dog then snapped its jaws at them.
“Where’s the [Healer]. I’ll go find him, you stay and guard this dog.”
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“No way, I’m going to the [Healer].”
The two bickered back and forth to each other.
When the dog barked at them, they quickly abandoned their posts to find the [Healer] together.
The dog chased after them.
Jack had his opportunity. He quietly crawled into the tent.
Inside, there was a young man sleeping on a reed mat at the centre of the tent.
As Jack approached the young man, he opened his eyes.
“Did you get rid of the dog?” he asked.
Jack froze. This wasn’t in his plans. Should he cast a spell to silence him?
Jack pounced and propelled himself on top of the young man.
Jack forcefully placed his hand over the man’s eyes.
“[Sight of Darkness],” he cast a spell over the man.
This wasn’t a powerful spell. It was very low tier, something even a human NPC should be able to do.
The spell wouldn’t kill the guy but rather make him temporarily blind. The last thing Jack wanted was for the guy to see his horns.
“What’s going on?!” the man shouted.
Jack responded, “Chief Ravem sends his regards!”
With the dagger in hand, Jack stabbed the man over and over again.
“HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!” he screamed in pain.
Jack could hear footsteps rushing towards the tent.
He only had a few seconds to finish his task. Jack had made sure to stab the man in places he wouldn’t bleed to death from. So striking areas like the thighs where a major artery can be found was out of the question.
The stab wounds Jack inflicted were around the arms and chest. Any decent [Healer] should be able to heal the wounds.
But Jack wasn’t done with him.
Who was this man that Jack had stabbed?
Well, he was no other than the High King’s first born son, Dvuid.
Dvuid was the heir apparent, the guy who would lead the Black Grass tribe after High King Vodgic.
Jack had to give Dvuid a final goodbye message.
He grabbed Dvuid’s face and slashed him across the face deeply and then left the dagger lodged into Dvuid’s left eye. He’ll never again see from that left eye.
The intel report showed that the [Healer] of this village had a level of 17. Which was impressive for this world. It would heal the wounds completely around Dvuid’s body.
Except for the wound on his face. Jack made sure to stab deep in the face. The [Healer] won’t be able to completely heal the wound on Dvuid’s face with his current level. His face will forever have a scar and his left eye will be forever damaged.
“The Yellow Moon’s honour has been avenged!” Jack purposely shouted out loud.
The flap of the tent opened as guards entered.
Jack used [Gate] and got transported outside.
He watched dozens of guards enter Dvuid’s tent.
“Find the assassin! Find that Yellow Moon’s assassin!” Dvuid shouted from inside the tent.
Jack whistled out for the slime. It took a minute for it to return to him.
Jack grinned. His mission here was complete.
He used [Gate] again to return to the palace.
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When Jack returned to his room, there was a servant waiting for him.
“Was your mission a success?” Noella asked him.
Jack threw himself on top of the bed. He had a wide grin on his face, “Yes, you can say it was a success. The information you gave me came in handy.”
Noella had provided Jack with a background incident that occurred between the Yellow Moon and Black Grass.
According to Noella, three years ago Dvuid wanted to take a girl from the Yellow Moon as his concubine. Chief Ravem refused as the girl had already been promised to marry someone else.
Dvuid didn’t take a no for an answer. The night before the girl’s wedding, Dvuid led a raid into the Yellow Moon’s land.
But he didn’t raid for livestock or even people. He raided to capture that girl. And since the Black Grass tribe had the numbers and better weapons, Dvuid successfully kidnapped her and brought her into his camp.
Noella pointed out that Dvuid didn’t bother giving the girl’s family a dowry. After a year having his way with her, he had her sold off to a travelling elf merchant.
This dishonour to the Yellow Moon was great. Noella’s father, Chief Ravem, was nearly deposed as leader. He managed to survive but his reputation was never the same again. He couldn’t raid the Black Grass tribe back as that would be a death sentence for the Yellow Moon.
So the whole incident was swept under the rug.
The Black Grass tribe had no choice but to respond to this attack from the Yellow Moon.
Obviously, the Yellow Moon didn’t order an assassination against Dvuid. But who cares about the truth? What matters is what appeared to have happened.
To the Black Grass tribe, it looks like the Yellow Moon tried to get the heir apparent assassinated for an incident that occurred three years ago.
The Black Grass tribe has no choice to respond back. And Jack hoped they’ll respond by declaring war on the Yellow Moon tribe.
And who will be there to save the Yellow Moon? Of course, it would be the demons.
“What if the Black Grass sends their assassins instead of declaring war on my tribe?” Noella asked.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” Jack said to her. He refused to let anything foul his mood right now.
He had accomplished something great. He had to allow himself to stew in this happiness.
“Noella, bring me a [Concubine]. I wish to celebrate the night with someone,” he instructed her.
“Octavia?”
“No. Everyone here is going to complain about favouritism again.”
“Then who?”
“You’re my personal [Maid]. You do the deciding. Must I always do the thinking here?” Jack complained.
“Very well. It’s late. I’ll see who’s still awake,” she nodded and left.
Jack didn’t wait too long. There was a knock on the door.
“Come in,” he ordered.
A woman entered and settled on the rug floor. Her head lowered before him.
“Greetings, my lord,” she said softly, “My name is–”
“It doesn’t matter,” Jack cut her off. “Get up and come here.”
She obeyed and Jack motioned for her to sit on the bed.
When she got there, Jack wasted no time to undress her.