Hagan felt completely drained since his Arcane was exhausted, and so he went to sleep right right after. In the morning, he felt most of his innate Arcane was restored but would need to purge more from others in order to use the gauntlets again. He most likely wouldn't use them again until he became much stronger or was in dire trouble.
After eating breakfast and showering, Hagan went back to the Baroque House to do one more hit, after he was going to East, where Shiva's Hands were discovered.
Hagan arrived at Baroque House and as soon as people noticed him, a storm was kicked up. People rushed to him and were asking a multitude of questions.
"How do you know Marquess Raaz?"
"Are you a bastard child or something?"
"When did you two meet?"
"Are you really insane or is it a rumor?"
The questions kept piling on and due to Hagans blemish, he had to answer.
"He saved me, sort of. No. 7 months ago. Kind of."
After that, he quickly dissolved into the shadows and appeared near the stairs, behind one of the maidservant's, giving her quite a shock. Hagan then went along his way towards Raaz' office.
"It's good to you again, Promised. I've got an interesting job this time."
Raaz ordered his servants to vacate the room, hinting at how discreet the job was. Hagan walked over to the desk and took a seat.
"Raaz, before that I need to tell you something. I'll do this job but after, I have somewhere I need to go and it'll probably take a while. I found some interesting information regarding one of the Gods."
Raaz' smile dimmed a little and he sighed, he picked up a paper with one hand and took a sip of tea with the other.
"Well… I guess that's fair. You can go after you finish this."
Raaz smile was completely gone now, replaced by a grim amd serious expression.
"This is Count Henry, he's been dabbling in some distasteful hobbies lately. He's been buying and selling slaves of beastfolk, humans, and elves alike. As you know, slavery is illegal here, but that's not all. He also runs a fight ring in which he'll put up the people he's bought and pit them against various beasts. He's a true scumbag and doesn't deserve any mercy. Don't hesitate to kill anyone there, and try to bring back as many of the slaves you can. I'll try and find their families and if they don't have one, I'll arrange one of the orphanages. Anything else you need to know is on the paperwork."
Hagan scowled at the thought of the atrocities Count Henry committed. As he read the report, his expression only grew more bleak. He would often abuse or sometimes even kill the slaves he bought simply for looking at him. A truly evil existence that should be purged.
"I'll take care of him, it probably won't be painless either. He deserves it, after all. Any idea how many slaves there are though?"
"At least fifteen, maybe more than twenty. He is very cautious with who he trusts so I couldn't find out too much."
"Alright. Leave it to me, he'll be dead soon."
With that, Hagan left the restaurant and went along his way toward Count Henry.
'This bastard… He should've died a long time ago.'