Killer of gods

chapter 112

- Already pinned down, early bird. - Instead of a greeting, the old man muttered, but moved aside, letting the guest inside. - Well, come on, you've come.

Claude did not force himself to be persuaded, deftly slipping past the old man into the room, which turned out to be surprisingly brightly lit by a multitude of candles, framed in skillfully made lamps, clearly coming out from under the owner's hand. The house consisted of two floors, but judging by the bed, table, and pile of clothes, the old man preferred not to use the top floor. However, the bed was not straightened and not even crumpled, as Claude realized, the master did not lie down at all that night.

- Dear, Obran, is my order ready? - finally asked Claude, unable to bear the expectation. He was already terribly eager to get his blade, the very one that he had been dreaming of for several years, and which any self-respecting mercenary would wish to possess. It was no joke to have almost the strongest blade, which meant a lot