He kept thinking that if he found Caer they would have to look for another way out, but so far everything was going smoothly enough. But he did not find the guy in any of the cells. If his memory served him, then there was another floor with cells, or rather with torture chambers, and Claude really did not want the teenager to be there. Since if he turns out to be weak, there will be no one to save, and he will not lead a feeble-minded animal from here. Unfortunately, the executioners of the Prison Tower knew their job very well. There was even lighting in the form of several weak lamps, which did not particularly illuminate the room, but rather dispersed the darkness. Having conjured over another castle, Claude entered the corridor. Stepping carefully, he moved forward, peering into each cell. He kept thinking that if he found Caer they would have to look for another way out, but so far everything was going smoothly enough. But he did not find the guy in any of the cells. If his memo

After a few minutes of incessant climbing, he fell out. The fresh air intoxicated me, clearing my nostrils clogged with dust and stench. Behind them, they cheered happily. - It's time to go. - He interrupted the touching meeting of the brothers. They didn't argue. Releasing each other from a strong embrace, they followed him. Claude sighed unhappily, everything went to the fact that he would have to get out of the city with them. Having taken Nelya, they hurried along the quiet streets of the sleeping Rigva, saying goodbye to her, if not forever, then for a long time. The western gate was always more weakly guarded, because it was an area of ​​​​the poor and all the rabble that was in their favor. When they almost reached the exit from the city, Nel stopped. - I won't go with you. - Said the young man and smiled friendly. - Why is it dangerous for you to stay here? Caer was surprised. “Perhaps, but this is my home and family. I'll stay. - Good. Take care. - And

brighten up a long night. Claude did not mind, the information obtained in this way often turned out to be the most useful, since the old man did not try to please him, verbally sharing information. - What is it? - Yes, got into the habit, cursed creatures, to attack travelers. Nothing and no one is afraid. People are attacked in broad daylight. - How long has it been like this? - Yes, go for three months already. Claude whistled impressedly, he hadn't been in these parts for a long time. - And what, the mayor does nothing about it? - Why, he does. The award was appointed, but no one is taken. They are painfully weird. Reasonable stuff. - It is unlikely. The mercenary chuckled skeptically. - Yes you?! They are not attacking anyhow, but together - in a flock. It shouldn't be like that. It never happened. - That's right, this is not typical of these animals. - What I'm talking about. These vipers were always around Permit, but they didn’t attack people,

As he expected, Kaer was in his sister's room, sitting next to her bed and holding her hand. Now, while he did not see that he was being watched, his face was frozen in a sad, thoughtful expression, as if something was gnawing at him from the inside, something that he did not intend to talk about. "So be it. It's not my problem," Claude shook his head and softly knocked on the door with his knuckles, causing the teenager to turn around in fright. There was clearly something wrong with these kids. He himself did not enter the room, having settled down at the jamb near the door. - It's you, - the boy exhaled with relief and sat back on the chair from which he managed to rise. - Me. Waiting for someone else? - Not no. - Okay. Hold on. I brought food. - Said the man and handed the boy a pot and a spoon. - Thank you, I'm not very hungry, - the teenager was embarrassed, but the rumbling stomach said everything for him. - Eat. This grandfather sent. - Good. The con

Leaking between the fallen and the wall, Claude went behind him and swung his sword, barely managing to dodge five claws that flew past the very nose. The blade slashed unpleasantly at the stone buried in the mass of the earthen ceiling, causing the angle of impact to shift and instead of entering directly into the black heart of the creature, the blade only slightly scratched the skin on the broad shoulder. Roaring in pain, the monster bounced off the mercenary, hitting the opposite wall, knocking out clods of earth and continuing to howl in pain, rushed away from the hole, not paying attention to anything that came across it on the way. - Stop, creature! - Claude shouted after the fleeing monster, but he did not even think to obey, developing an unexpectedly fast speed. Puffing and shaking off the ubiquitous earth that got into his collar, into his sleeves, into his boots, Claude, helping himself with his hands, got out. The fallen one had already managed to retire to a dec