Glory, Abundance. [Completed]

3-Perfidy.

"Thou shall not bear false witness against thy neighbour."

Jack was at the nobleman John Hastings' manor.
"Ah, Mr Jack, hope you're having fun"

"Oh yes, Sir John, I surely am enjoying myself here. It's a beauty, this manor"

"Yes, yes I know. So how are you planning to complete the job? It's a hard one, isn't it?"

"Well if I couldn't do it, I would have never taken it up. So don't worry about me, you'll get your errand run."

"Ah yes, sorry. You see I have got money riding on this, so I am a bit dithering"

"Well you shouldn't be worried Sir John, I'll be sure to finish it by sun rise"

"Ah that would be lovely Mr Jack, thank you."

"Okay all formalities aside, how much am I getting paid for this?"

"I was told that you don't take any money?"

"You see Sir John, I have a living to make"

"I get it, I get it, how much do you want?"

"About thousand quid, would suffice. Oh and I want that ring you're wearing"

"Why would you want this ring Mr Jack? I mean, I can give it to you but the thousand quid is a little too much"

"Sir John, you see, this man you're telling me to kill, isn't an easy prey. If you can't pay me, you can always look for someone else to do this job"

"Oh don't be that way Mr Jack, here is your ring. I'll pay half of the one thousand quid you asked for, and the rest will be given after the job is done"

"Thank you, Sir John. It's a pleasure doing business with you. "

"Well I'm off now, stay if you will."

"Yes, I'd like to finish my tea and leave. This tea is something that I have never tasted before"

"Hahaha, take your time Mr Jack the Ripper"

"I sure will, see you Sir John."

While Jack made a deal with the nobleman, Arthur stood among smelly men, the blacksmith's was a dirty place. The smell of molten iron, made him sick. The place had all sorts of items. You needed a weapon to kill? You want tools to fix your drain? Want a tool to farm? This place had it all.

"I might throw up Thomas, this smell is making me sick, I am not really fond of the smell of molten iron"

"Sir Fredric, come on you're better than this"

"No Thomas. I'm not. We need to find this man and get out of here, I think I won't make it back, if we stay here any longer"

"Sir Fredric, here he comes. The man we came here, looking for"

Arthur stopped a tall man, almost twice the size of his own, the man was wearing a trouser and a vest, had a long beard, his eyes were darker than black. He looked like a workman, but not from around here.

"Excuse me sir, I......I.........need you to come with us for a moment"

Arthur let out a splash of vomit, which made the man's shows wet, Thomas looked at Arthur and said, "Sir Fredric, you're making a mess here, let's go outside"

"Thomas, I told you, didn't I? I was going to throw up if we stayed here for a little longer. Get him out with you, I'm going before you."

"Yes, alright Sir Fredric, I will get him, you go on."