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Killer of gods chapter 89
- We've finally arrived. Come on boy, don't be shy. You won’t embarrass me, and it’s more fun to cuckoo the night together. - Thank you, - Claude thanked this man, he himself did not expect, but he was pleased with such an attitude of his grandfather, it was not often that people showed him so much warmth and cordiality, usually, a benevolent disposition ended after the work was done. Such imaginary warmth. Once upon a time, at the beginning of his path to the path of a mercenary, the then teenager was a little offended by such a two-faced attitude, but over time it passed, giving way to a slight sadness. While the mercenary indulged in sad memories, Andren diligently rattled the keys, trying to get into the lock with a shaking hand. When Claude already had the idea to open his door in the way he was accustomed to, the key slipped through the slot and the door swung open. Everything inside was just as small as the outside. A small table, surrounded by three stools, a neat sto
Killer of gods chapter 90
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
Killer of gods chapter 91
- Forgive me, boy, that I look at you like that, the old woman and I did not make our own children, and you look so much like our unborn son, the way we imagined him. Not knowing what to say to these words, Claude only smiled crumpled, taking up the plates. It was a surprise for him to become someone a reminder of an unborn son, that the man had no idea how to react to such a comparison. But clearly, he enjoyed it. - Claude, you would take off your hood, it's hot for you in it. - Suddenly the grandfather said, which made Claude twitch, as if from a blow, and all the romantic mood disappeared, barely born. - I can not. - Nothing, son, you can't, you can't. - Adren, you better tell me how many cemeteries you have in your city? - Claude decided to return their communication to the business stream, sitting down at the table. - We have few cemeteries, only one will be on the western side of the city. - This is good. There will be more chances to find the creature so
Killer of gods chapter 92
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
Killer of gods chapter 93
When the water finally warmed up, the old man invited Claude to wash himself and left the hut, promising to return in an hour. It was very kind of him. Wasting no time, he began to undress. Dirty, dirt-stained trousers and a jacket fell to the floor, metal buckles plaintively clinking on the floor, then came the turn of weapons, shirts and trousers. Last of all, Claude removed the bandage, which had dried to the wound, which made it necessary to wet it, but the blood no longer flowed, and the wound itself had already healed, and all the wounds of the last days took on the appearance of freshly healed scars on slightly reddened skin. However, they no longer posed a threat to him. Climbing into a wide wooden tub, Claude experienced real pleasure, bordering on ecstasy. It was so nice to take a dip in hot water after hard work, his previous employers did not often bother with such a trifle as giving him the opportunity to wash up, because what he was to them, a simple mercenary. The water
Killer of gods chapter 94
- Don't you know the difference? His answer was an uncomprehending, puzzled look. - Everything's clear with you. Free means I take on the work that I want myself. And I don't want to work for you. - Well, please, Mr. Claude. At least you just go. Don't kill me with rejection. - Thorng suddenly pleaded, all his importance and pomposity flew off him, like applied gilding, revealing a not at all expensive inside. - What is it so important that can ruin you with my refusal? - Snakes. - Finally, the messenger gave up, looking doomed at the floor, - but I didn't tell you that. - From what? - the mercenary said more interestedly. He wanted to know more about snakes himself. - Mr. Mayor, does not want to recognize them as a problem, but they have already spoiled everyone's life. The man has finally given up. - Okay, wait, we'll have breakfast, and then I'll be ready to go with you. - Is it possible without breakfast? Thorng muttered, somehow haunted. - No, I d
Killer of gods chapter 95
At least Claude didn't know about it. nicely illuminated by the light of the morning sun. And expensive artsy furniture, placed along the walls, and now empty. Although the dining table attracted the greatest attention here. Long, wide, on lion's legs and covered with a patterned tablecloth, transparent lace of the web of a stoklog, a spider-spinner, descending to the floor. Products from the web of these stoklog spiders were very much appreciated and purchased for terribly fabulous money, not every rich man could afford them, especially such a volume as this tablecloth. The high cost of such a web was also facilitated by the fact that such spiders were rare, and they did not want to give away their creations just like that, and no one had yet succeeded in breeding them at home. At least Claude didn't know about it. nicely illuminated by the light of the morning sun. And expensive artsy furniture, placed along the walls, and now empty. Although the dining table attracted the greatest
Killer of gods chapter 96
- What are you so immediately. Let's do this, for your work thirty gold pieces, ten for the restoration of the churchyard. - Not. The guy stood his ground. - How difficult it is for you. Okay forty! - Ivanos finally gave up, sparkling with displeasure in his eyes, human already completely unreminiscent. Claude narrowed his eyes suspiciously, the mayor gave up too quickly. - Fourty! On hand, but with a condition. If it is human or non-human, I will refuse the order. - Good. - See you! - Claude threw angrily and with a confident step went to the exit, already at the very door his heightened hearing was touched by something unkind: "Maybe you will die there!" The boy shook his head, not a bad wish, but it wasn't the first time he had received it. With a cheeky smile, he left the palace. Forty gold was not a bad catch, and with that amount he could completely renew his ammunition and afford not to work for a month, while living well in a not the cheapest Guest House. Th