Chaos and Order - A Multiverse Fanfic

C61: The Birth of Rhaegal - Creating a Side Mission!

Snaglok was perched upon the chair like a fat doll.

He had an overgrown, hawk-like nose, and there were many pimples on his face. Except for a few gray hairs dangling down his head, he was as good as being called bald. His eyes were black and mean and his thick lips were curled in a smirk and disgust.

Two emotions Kai couldn't fathom how one person could show at the same time.

"What is this?" Snaglok demanded hoarsely. "They assured me I would meet only one."

Petyr smiled. He was sitting on the chair opposite the goblin, and Kai was standing behind him. "We are one, my lord," Petyr said. "We have always been one."

Kai had noticed Snaglok looking at his face many times by now.

His Charisma was working, but not as much as it had worked before. His identity as a squib was doing more harm than good. Either he should have remained a complete muggle or a wizard.

Snaglok grunted. "I can't see anything special about him," he said, pointing at Kai. "I think I have wasted my time by coming here."

"Haha!" Petyr laughed. "Don't go on his age and appearance. He specializes in dealing with low-class wizards. Arlen, show him."

Kai's right hand reached into his left sleeve, and he took out the wand.

Snaglok's eyes widened, and before the goblin could sense its oddness, Kai thrust it back into his sleeve. But in reality, he had sent it to the Inventory where even the goblin couldn't sense it.

"A wand?!" the goblin asked, almost getting up from his chair.

"That should be proof enough for his capabilities," Petyr said. "He hates the wizarding community for an apparent reason, as you must know by now."

Snaglok couldn't help but nod. There was no worse fate for a squib than being disowned by the great magical family. Hate was a natural emotion. An emotion Kai could easily bring upon his face and in his eyes.

"But..." Snaglok muttered. "But I am still not sure about it."

"Why not show a bit of faith in each other?" Petyr asked. "Don't select him, not now. Let's just trade. Gold for your plans, huh?"

With that, Petyr took out 10 Galleons and put them straight into Goblin's stubby palm. Some coins fell, but Snaglok, like a bloodthirsty hound, reached down and gobbled them up in no time.

"Yes, yes," the goblin mumbled, stuffing the coins into his pockets. "Some months ago, I was going through the ancient records of the bank when I stumbled upon an unusual entry. It was a thousand-year-old entry, mind you. It mentioned a particular Vault No. 999 whose owner has never come to claim the contents even once in the last millennium.

"Now there are older things stored in the abyss below the Gringotts (-the goblin's chest swelled up in pride-), but someone had always come to check up on their contents, unlike this one."

"You think the owner is dead?" Petyr added. "So, because of curiosity, you took it upon yourself to find out what is in the vault."

Snaglok threw himself at the word carefully planted by Petyr. "Yes, I was just curious," he said. "But the search of what lies within that vault has emptied my pockets..."

Petyr produced 5 more Galleons.

"It's a chest of petrified eggs!" Snaglok hissed. "Rare magical species which once roamed below and above the earth. Think of the gold even one egg will get me... us, I mean. Think."

"More than this, I am sure," Petyr said, slyly, handing over 5 more Galleons. The Goblin's pockets didn't seem enough to hold that amount, so he started to stuff the coins in his shirt.