On the way out of the village, I gathered Rook and Knight as well. I doubted the other servants would be targeted. I seriously did not think Shank would allow his servants to be stolen from him by human children. The clone over in Ethana wanted to be seen. That could wait for a bit. The clone in Osna had been left there for much longer. It would probably be a better use of time to go see that one first. "I changed my mind just now. We're going to Osna instead." I said to them. They had no opinion on that mind change. All of them were there only to serve me. When we got there in town, we went to the shrines. Roj was there. He bowed to me in greeting. I smiled. "Are you doing alright, Roj? Some of the children in other towns have been getting rowdy." I asked. He furrowed his brows in confusion. "No. The children are kept firmly at their parent's sides. Maybe Osna people are better at rearing offspring than others." he reported. Ethana and Battleville were ran by Osna men. The culture was different. The shrines were deep in their neighborhoods. The children respected spirits.
If that was the case, we would probably need to get the parents more involved in wrangling the children and making them behave. It was one big town, but it was no good excuse to go halfway across the town to hassle them when all of them were working. I looked at my shrine. "The incarnation in Ethana requested I visit him often. I thought that I would visit this one too. Can you open up the shrine?" I asked him gently. He nodded and move right away to do as he was told. When it opened, the clone climbed out. "So you wanted to see me, huh!?" he smiled, looking me up and down. "I did. Has anyone in the village needed you for anything?" I asked him. He smirked at the question. "It was about a week ago." he said with his chest puffed out. That got me interested. I asked him what happened. Apparently, a training accident went wrong and a man was bleeding out. The doctor who could do the surgeries was off with some warriors for collecting medicinal herbs. The warrior in training was a young man. "They brought him here on the verge of death to yank on my chain."
Probably because it was within the story, I missed it the first time. "After he was done yanking my chain, we both felt pretty good." he finished the story with a big smile. It did not go over my head the second time. "Excuse me. I have a question for you. How were they just yanking your chain if they actually needed your help and got it from you?" I asked for clarification. He frowned in confusion before his eyes lit up in recognition. "I was in mortal form so they had to use my body as a medium. I only possess a mere 3% of your power, Lord David. For my healing energy to manifest itself, they had to draw it out from my chain. The man used his mouth." he said as he made a lewd gesture with his hand and wagged his hips from side to side. It was now explicitly clear what happened now. This clone made a dying man suck his dick for a shitty healing. My ability to heal was not that big. It was only 23 points at the maximum. That was due to me putting my skill points into Magic and Durability. 3% of that was less than a point but the game only dealt in integers, so it counted as a 1.
