The Legend of Fatality

"Maybe I should send you back," Timel-Kou looked at the girl carefully and said. She was small and thin; if it weren't for those big, dark eyes, her face was ordinary. She put her thick velvet cloak on her body and hugged the package she bought at the trading post. She smiled shyly at him. Tim Meier-Kou believes that this smile makes the pale and hungry face beautiful.

"Maybe you can, if not too troublesome." The girl said shyly.

"Not at all troublesome," he said. "Maybe the gangsters are still ambushing outside."

"I doubt it. They seem too afraid of your friends." The girl smiled.

"So, let me help you get those herbs." Tim Meier-Kou still gave up.

"The hostess told me that they are special. They are used to relieve frostbite. If I take them, they will feel better." The girl again rejected Timel-Kou's kindness.

Timmel-Kou can only shrug. They walked into the cold air and exhaled like clouds. In the night sky, gray mountains appeared faintly like giants. The moon's light shines on the snow-covered peaks, making them look like islands in the sky, floating on a shadowy sea.

They walked through the dirty shantytown around the trading post. In the distance, Timal-Kou saw the lights and heard the herds of cattle and the low sound of horseshoes. They are walking towards a camp where more people are arriving one after another.

The soldiers were earthy, with sunken cheeks and worn shabby tunic. A grinning wolf could be seen on the clothes. The drivers in peasant uniforms looked tired, looking tired. The women were sitting next to the driver, wearing stern shawls, and their headscarves almost covered their faces. Sometimes children will peek at them from behind the car.

"What's going on?" Timel-Kou asked. "It seems that the whole village is moving." The girl looked at the carriage and then looked back at him.

"We are from the John Gottfried von Herder family. We followed him into exile and went to the border princes," the girl explained.

Timel-Kou stopped and looked north. A few more cars drove along the path, followed by some people who were left behind, and they limped, holding a fine sack, as if they had all the gold in Bill Barry. Tim Meier-Kou shook his head puzzled.

"You must have come in from the west pass," he said. He and Bai En and others came from the ancient dwarf passage under the mountain. "It is now the final stage of the season. The first snowstorm there must have begun. The mountain pass is only open in the summer."

"Our master was asked to leave the kingdom before the end of the year." She turned around and began to walk into the carriage that was used to block the wind. "We set off in a timely manner, but a series of accidents slowed us down. We encountered an avalanche at the mountain pass. We lost many people."

She paused, as if remembering some personal sadness.

"Some people say that this is the‘ Von Herder ’s Curse '. The baron can never escape. "

Timel-Kou followed her. There were a few pots on the fire. There is a huge cauldron with steam coming out of it. The girl pointed at it.

"This is the hostess's cauldron. She is waiting for herbs."

"Is your mistress a witch?" Tim Meier-Kou asked. She looked at him seriously.

"No, sir. She is a well-qualified sorceress, trained at the Magical Academy of the Marnus Empire. She is a baroque magic advisor."

The girl walked up the steps of a caravan covered with mysterious symbols. She began to climb the stairs. She stopped, holding the door handle in her hand, and then turned to face Timel-Kou.

"Thank you for your help," she said.

She leaned forward, kissed his cheek, then turned to open the door.

Timel-Kou put her hand on her shoulder and gently pulled her. "Wait a moment," he said. "What's your name?" "Kolston-Dunster," she said. "and you?"

"Timair. Timor-Kou."

"Cou?" She asked with a smile.

"Yes, I come from ... in fact my grandfather is from Siristan."

She smiled at him again, then disappeared in the RV. Timel-Kou stood there, looking at the closed door, a bit dazed. Then he felt as if he was walking in the air and back to the trading post.

"Are you crazy?" Guerrero asked. "Do you want us to go with a certain prince and his followers? Have you forgotten why we are here?"

"Baron." Bai En corrected, then turned his face to Timel-Kou, and asked the same. "What made you make this decision?"

Morris looked at the young apprentice curiously.

Timel-Kou looked around to see if anyone was watching them. He and Bai En were drinking beer in the darkest corner of the trading post. Several drunken men snoring on the shelf thunderously, and the dwarf's gloomy eyes discourage those who are occasionally curious.

Timer-Kou leaned forward slyly and said in a tone of conspiracy. "But you see, this makes perfect sense. We are crossing this mountain, and so are they. If we were with them, it would be safer."

Grey Rogan looked at Timmel-Kou with dangerous eyes. "Are you suggesting that I am in danger on this road?"

Timmel-Kou shook his head. "No. What I want to say is that if we can convince the baron to hire us as mercenaries, this will make our journey easier and our efforts will be rewarded."

"Return?" Bai En said dismissively with an eyebrow raised, "Do you mean remuneration?"

As soon as he mentioned the money, Grerogan became happy. All dwarves are essentially monarchs, Timel-Kou thought. Guerrerogan seemed to think about it, then shook his head. "No. If the baron was exiled, he was a criminal, and I might not get his gold."

"And ..." The dwarf seemed to have been fighting in his head for a long time before he continued to speak. "This is a secret." He looked down, looking around with suspicious cunning. "I heard that there is gold in the mountains. I think the treasure belongs to us, yours and mine. Of course, most of it is mine, because I have to fight most of the battles."

Bai En wanted to laugh. There is nothing worse than a dwarf struggling with the pain of gold. The most important thing is that Grerogan thinks that no one has heard the conversation with the dwarf in a tattered tavern before, but in fact, their voices can be heard outside the tattered tavern where only ten people can sit. Clearly.

"Grey Logan, we do n’t even know if there is a treasure. All we can see is the nonsense of some old gold prospectors who claim to have seen the treasure in the mountains. But the dwarf could n’t remember it half the time. Own name. "

"Grim is a dwarf, human. The dwarf will never forget the sight of gold. Do you know what's wrong with your people? You don't respect the elders. Grim will be respected in my people."

"No wonder your people are now in such a terrible dilemma." Bai En muttered to himself.

"What are you talking about?" The dwarf asked suspiciously because he didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing. Just answer my question. Why doesn't Grimm come back to take the treasure himself? How many years has he been in that broken tavern?"

"Twenty years. But this is because he showed proper financial caution" Gray Rogan tried to explain the problem.

"You mean mean." Bai En said lightly.

"As you please, human. He was crippled by the guard. He couldn't find anyone to trust."

"Why did you tell you suddenly?"

"Are you suggesting that I am not trustworthy, human?"

"No. But I think he wants to get rid of you, he wants you to leave his tavern. I think he made up an absurd story about the biggest treasure in the world being guarded by the biggest monster in the world, because he knows you It will be fooled. He knows that it will separate you from his cellar by a hundred miles, "said Bai En.

Grey Rogan's beard was raised, and he growled angrily. "I'm not such a fool, human. Grimm swears on the beards of all his ancestors."

Bai En ironically said. "Yes, oath. I guess no dwarf has ever violated the oath?"

"Well, very few," Guerrero admits reluctantly. "But I believe this."

Bai En shook his head, and irony of this kind of thing seemed useless to Guerrerogen.

Timer-Kou saw that it was useless. The dwarf hopes this story is true, so it is true for him. But Bane doesn't care if he will follow the baron, so he only needs to persuade the dwarf.

Grey Logan was like a man who fell in love, Tim Meier-Kou thought, he could not see the weakness of his lover, because he built a wall of illusion around her. Guerrerogen stroked his beard, gazed at the sky, and fell into a meditation on the treasure guarded by the monster. Tim Meier Kou decided to make his trump card.

"This means we don't have to walk," he said.

"What?" The dwarf reacted and snorted ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ if we signed a contract with the baron. We can hitchhike. You always complain about your foot pain. This is your chance to let them rest. "Then he turned and said to Bai En again." The baron also had to cross the mountains, and we could reach my master's mage tower faster. "

"Think about it," he turned his head again, adding temptingly to the dwarf. "We are paid and you won't feel foot pain."

The dwarf seems to be thinking about this problem again. "I understand that unless I agree with your plan, I will not get peace. I agree, but there is a condition."

"What's that?" Tim Meier-Kou asked.

"Don't mention our goal. To anyone."

Bai En nodded and said that he also agreed with the dwarf's request. Guerrerogan raised a thick eyebrow on one side and looked at him cunningly.

"Don't think I don't know why you are so passionate about traveling with this baron, human." The dwarf added.

"What do you mean?" Tim Meier-Kou asked back.

"You fell in love with the girl who was with you just now, didn't you?"

"No," Tim Meier-Kou was excited. "How do you have this idea?"

Grey Logan laughed and woke up a few drunks who were asleep. Tim Meier-Kou turned to Bian and asked for help, but saw Bian and Morris just sitting there looking at him with a smile.

"Why did your face turn red, human?" The dwarf shouted proudly.