- I was looking for medicines, - Aliy explained his actions, embarrassed, from which the look with which the mercenary followed him did not escape. This explained everything, but the tailor did not know that the free mercenary always preferred to keep medicines with him. After having a snack and washing down a hearty breakfast with water from a flask, they began to pack up. More precisely, Aliy rushed about near the cart, collecting the poor goods of both of them, and Claude watched him from his place and only occasionally commented on what to put where. After a half-hour gathering, it was decided to leave the cart here, and go light for the trophies. Having put on Nel’s back a skein of already spoiled fabric, covered with the blood of dead animals and which Aliy refused to launder, having saved the mercenary, which is why Claude became the free owner of a skein of amazing silk, his presence of bloody stains on the fabric did not bother at all, they were ready. Then it was Cl
“Well, come on, Aly, and don’t go to the lair of the swagger again, I may not be around,” Claude grinned and waved his hand in farewell. - I promise, mister mercenary, in the swamps more than a foot. The mercenary heard the following, to which he once again waved his healthy hand. The right hand still hadn't healed and was quite itchy. Carefully removing the bandage, Claude grimaced in pain, but it was better to be patient than to raise unnecessary questions. Confidently walking along the familiar streets of the city, because he spent a lot of time in Rigva, the guy invariably approached the tavern. There was still a lot of time, so he was in no hurry, there was just a shop of a female alchemist nearby, where he decided to look first. The woman was here, she was sincerely glad to see him, and when she learned that the terrible bobbler was no more, she gave the mercenary another antidote. Of course, he did not refuse such a gift, and having bought a few more bottles of various
We need a guide. he blurted out, causing the mercenary to smile derisively again. - What am I doing here? he replied not very politely. Claude didn't like impudent people, and this teenager acted impudently, as if he owed him something. - My brother and I found out that you are the best mercenary in this village, and we need to get to San Pera, this is in the south. - I know where it is. However, I will disappoint you, I am not a guide and do not do this, especially in San Pere. Only a stupid mercenary will stick his head in there. - Scared?! - in the voice of a teenager, too, there were sad and mocking notes, but Claude was not hurt like that. - I'm not interested. - And what are you interested in? - Boy, I'm a fighter of evil spirits, not a nanny, - the man said wearily, this whole conversation began to tire him. I understand, but we really need help! - the teenager unexpectedly pleaded, discarding all his unnecessary pride. - It doesn't concern me.
It didn't take long to get there, he and Nel didn't get very far. Once again leaving the horse to wait for him in the alley, the young man with a noiseless gait crept to the shed of one of the houses located near the tavern, in which he left the child, who, straining his eyes, peered at the guards who had already calmed down and taken their posts. Claude did not know what this teenager was up to, but he did not even doubt that some kind of stupidity was born in his head. - Went! - he said sharply and grabbed the boy by the shoulder. - Let go! shrieked this misunderstanding, after the deed realizing that they might be heard. And she added more calmly, - let me go, I need to save my brother. - Fool. Your brother is no longer here, but you won’t be able to master these two men, they will twist you and you won’t have time to squeak. - I should! - Fool. - What's the difference to you? Better help! “I’m helping you get out of here, and I still have things to do. Let'
- Thanks. - He whispered, reverently pressing the new thing and not fully believing that this unexpected gift was his. - I'm sorry I broke in. - I understand. Mister mercenary, did you save that unfortunate one after all? the merchant suddenly asked. Claude looked up at him in bewilderment. "What is he talking about?!". Aliy continued. - Well, mister mercenary, the boy who wanted to be executed when we were driving from the swamps, he was helped to escape. - It wasn't me. - Sorry. - Well, I have to go. Farewell, Ali. - Goodbye, mister mercenary. Take care of yourself. Having surprisingly warmly parted with the merchant, Claude went out into the street, where it was already deep night, he wanted to rest, and they still had to save this stupid guy’s brother, but he doubted that they would do anything else that night. Such things were not done in a hurry. Moving away from the merchant’s house, he caught the voices of the owners out of the corner of his ear, probably
When he woke up, it was already late evening outside the window, the sun was steadily sinking towards the horizon, but still illuminating everything around with fading rays and threatening to finally set. It was time to get ready for the mission. A short sleep refreshed him, giving him new strength, but still it felt like someone was staring at him with an unblinking gaze. Daze was in the room, sitting on his bed and looking at the mercenary, but he was not sitting alone. Next to him sat a lanky teenager, in short trousers torn at the bottom and with bare feet. He was wearing a simple shirt, an old shabby wide-brimmed hat covered his head, and a red handkerchief covered his neck. - And what about the collection? Claude muttered displeasedly, finally waking up. He did not like waking up under the gaze of anyone, it was better to spend the night alone. - Waiting for you to sleep. This is Nel. - Introduced a teenager comrade, he, smiling amiably, extended his hand to the man
- I'll go inside alone. - I will go with you! There is my brother. - If you want to see your brother alive, wait here! - I! ... - Another word, I'll whip it and tie it to a tree! - the man threw angrily, what a slow-witted boy. It will be much easier for him to get inside alone than to drag him along. - Daze, Claude is right. We'd better wait here, - Nel unexpectedly supported the mercenary, for which he earned a grateful nod. - Okay, but if you don't come back, we'll act on our own. - Excellent! - threw the mercenary and went to the manhole. For his height, the passage was very narrow, but it was not a problem, the last time it was much worse, because of the traps, it would be good if they were not here, after all, Rigva, not San Pere. Kneeling down and checking whether all the equipment was well fixed, Claude crawled forward, the difficulty of this hole was that he had to crawl at an angle, all the while rising up. Why his head kept clinging to the rough wa
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