### The Market Crime _Special thanks to [[Wilhelm Arthur Freeheart]] for the transcription from **[Ancients and Ages S1E12](Ancients%20and%20Ages.md)**_ - >[!info|no-i clean]- # Agamemnon is the Whispering king: Market Crime: You speak of Deamon? Connie: yeah yeah. Market Crime: then perhaps you are more well informed than i previously thought. The Deamon seeks the secrets within the temple on the behalf of its master Connie: would you happen to know who that person's master is? Market Crime: of course, you see out of the five only 4 had temples, the other was locked away, forgotten and the Whispering King seeks to be free once more, its influence over demon kind is what allowed this to continue i suppose. Connie: now when i was asking for like a description for a mural of the laughing red you said, you wanna know about the whispering king? Do you know what the Whispering King's mural is? or a symbol associated with that? Market Crime: The mural of the Whispering King is that of a man, Horned and winged. Each of its pieces, hand and foot and neck and head bound by nails hammered into stone. The whispering king is bound in these ethereal chains to be kept from its purpose in 5 bindings it is sealed. One for each hand, one for each foot and one for the throat. However it would seem the Whispering King moves, i have felt great disturbance in the mana here. It seems that the minions of the Whispering King have done great and terrible deeds, for i have felt one of the nails break. A hand is free Connie: how bad would it be if all the bindings came off. Market Crime: Should all the bindings come off then Agamemnon will rise in the Demon Wastes, and there wouldn't be a point to discuss anything else Connie: what was that word you said? Market Crime: Agamemnon? The name of the Whispering King >[!info|no-i clean]- # Agamemnon is the Light: Market Crime: There are many forces you see, forces that are representative of the powers of the leylines, each one attributing to a different core, a different form of strength and power, each one a different burden to place upon the world. it is in the irony that we see ourselves reflected you see, and so you have made your way to the belly of the black beast temple, the home of the lost. Those one beautiful things forgotten in the black beast's gardens. There are others of course in each of the other temples, the old, the free, the strange and of course, and perhaps the greatest irony of all, the light of Agamemnon reflected in that of a pale city laughs. There are few things more humorous than the truths of our world, but enough philosophical dithering, I will explain in more concrete terms to what I am so that you might understand. I am an experiment that has lived past what my creator thought possible and so I am here to serve, to make a name for myself not as a weapon but as a merchant, because that is what i choose as my path. That is what i want.