I apologize for the delay, here's chapter 20!
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A pair of cold eyes surveyed the town. He watched villagers and people trade with one another and work along side one another. Hmm. This appeared to be one of those villager-human alliance places. He found it amusing that his prey was hiding here. He'd have to have truly forgotten everything to end up in a place like this.
"So, what's the plan?" a woman asked, joining the stranger. She wore matching enchanted netherite armor and had an enchanted bow on her back. A long scar across one eye blinded her.
"Hmm." The stranger continued surveying the town. "I'm thinking of a more… delicate approach to this. If he's as wiped as we think he is, then it probably isn't best to go in swords blazing and executing him in the center of town. The villagers wouldn't appreciate that, no matter who he is. Stupid pacifists," he muttered. "Let's just find him, drag him into the forest where no one will hear him scream, and do our job. Who knows? This could be the last time we ever track him down."
The woman nodded. "What about our pact, though?"
He shrugged. "That's not my call. We'll get paid accordingly, especially when we blip him out of existence."
She nodded again. "So, when are we heading down?"
"As soon as we disguise ourselves as civilians. A half-dozen heavily armored knights will cause a panic," he pointed out. He headed back down the other side of the hill, where a small camp had been made. The woman cast one last look at the town before following him.
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It had been a few days, so Steve was feeling well enough to walk. He had been helping Jackson with his patients since he still wasn't well enough to head back to the mines.
Steve carried potions to one of the patients, who was completely wrapped in bandages. The patient was a mob hunter that had been caught in a creeper explosion and nearly blown to bits. Steve was luckily not present to see the gory wounds when Jackson stitched him back up.
Herobrine trailed behind Steve with a smile and two potions in his arms. Steve stopped at the patient's bed and started putting the potions in his inventory on the nightstand. Herobrine did the same. He had been purposely trying to be helpful for the past few days after the Incident.
"Thanks," the patient mumbled, popping open the cork of one of the bottles and downing it in one swig.
"You're welcome!" Herobrine said cheerfully.
Herobrine had purposely only been allowed to be with the patients who couldn't see correctly so no one would notice his eyes. This unfortunate victim had been blinded in the explosion and probably would never see again.
Steve walked out with Herobrine on his heels. Steve rubbed his sore arm. It was feeling better, but the lightning-shaped scar across it probably wouldn't fade for years.
Herobrine noticed him rubbing his arm. "Are you okay?" he asked nervously.
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," Steve reassured him. He immediately stopped touching his arm. Herobrine didn't look very convinced, but he didn't say anything else.
Jackson added nether wart into the brewing stand and watched as the water bottles were infused with a deep blue liquid. He glanced up when Steve and Herobrine walked in. "Oh hey, did you get the potions to the patients?"
"Yup!" Herobrine said cheerfully.
"Great."
Suddenly, the door to the clinic flew open and Clara ran in. Sweat trailed from her forehead from running. She was still wearing her work armor, so she must have come straight from there.
"Jackson, Steve, we have a MASSIVE problem!" She exclaimed between gasps of air.