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
- I came for you. I'll open the locks, and we'll leave in silence. - Briefly instructed the captive man. - Thanks. - I'm doing my job. Further, the conversation did not stick, and they were not up to it. Leaving the cell, Claude compared himself with the map. This level was already known to her, but she would have to go the wrong way, which she came. Before moving on, he watched with interest as the teenager made his way along the bodies. The boy was terribly focused, but showed no signs of hysteria or fear. "Strong guy" - respectfully said Claude. It was clear that the guards had time to work with the boy, the clothes were torn in places and did not hide the bruises and abrasions left by the executioner's hand, but since no one came for them, the teenager did not tell about them. In the meantime, they got to the end of the corridor, he did not waste time on the cameras, only in the last cell he saw a plaintive look, he desperately wanted to throw the keys to the prison
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