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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
Killer of gods chapter 97
Meanwhile, the forest grew thicker and more impassable, giving way to an overgrown thicket that was barely traversable, where a man's foot did not often set foot. And what a reasonable person would voluntarily put himself in such a place, who else but him. With a sigh, he looked at his fighting friend, who would have to play the not-so-heroic role of a woodcutter, cutting off especially stubborn branches, the sharpness of the blade allowed him to be used for this purpose. But, as Claude noted with anguish, after such a specific use, the sword will have to be shown to the blacksmith, since even its manual sharpening will no longer correct the situation. After half an hour of fermentation among the thickets of fir trees, a few scratches and a hole in the leg, a much-desired gap appeared in front, in the reflections of which the features of some structure were clearly visible. "Here it is - the lair!" - the mercenary breathed a sigh of relief, rejoicing that this exhausting wandering
Killer of gods chapter 98
- Not the first time. - And what happened to the previous ones? - They weren't disappointed. - Vaguely answered the woman. - And came back? - Watching who. Special people are always welcome here. - Special? - Yes, like you and me, mercenary. - Claude. - Claude. Even the name, impressive - gorgeous. - As if tasting, she repeated, voicing the meaning of his name. Claude himself knew that his name was translated as magnificent. What a mockery, magnificent and subhuman. - And you? - Alita. Nice to meet. - Mutually. In the room, meanwhile, it began to gradually darken, the sun was more and more inclined towards sunset, less and less penetrating inside the room with its playful rays. And in the reflection of these rays, Alita became even more charming and desirable. “I like you, mercenary,” the snake queen continued meanwhile, giving him an appraising look. - I know that you are the same as me, my children have seen You. You should understand me.