The Legend of Fatality

Timaire-Kou came to the baron's station alone and knocked on the caravan door. He was told that the caravan belonged to the baron's guard.

"Come in." A voice said. Tim Meier Kou opened the door, and his nostrils were full of bear fat. Timal-Kou reached for his dagger.

The RV was packed with five people. Three Timor-Kou recognized the hunter they met the night before. Others, a very young man, with gorgeous dresses, proper facial features, and short hair cuts, are the hair of nobles. The other is a tall, strong man in deerskin clothes. Although his hair is silver-gray, he has dark skin and looks close to thirty. A quiver with feather arrows hung on his back, a black arrow hung on the quiver, and a powerful long bow was on hand. The two seem to be close relatives.

"Talal's beard," said the beast through his missing teeth. The two strangers exchanged glances.

Timmel-Kou stared at them cautiously. The silver-grey man looked at him indifferently.

"You are the young man who broke the teeth of one of my guides," he said.

"One of your guides?"

"Yes, Frederick and I hired them last season and led us through the lowlands along the river."

"They are mountain people." Timal-Kou said, he delayed the time, do not know how much trouble he encountered.

"They are hunters," the well-dressed young man said in an elegant accent. "They also went through the lowlands to find their prey." Timal-Kou spread his hands. "I don't know this."

"What are you doing here?" Asked the silver-haired man.

"I am looking for a job as an hired swordsman. I am looking for the captain of the baron."

"That's me," said the silver-haired man. "Diesel. He is also the Baron's chief forest officer and the owner of the hunting dog and falcon."

"My uncle's property is in a rather difficult period," the young man explained.

"This is Friedrich, the nephew and heir of Gottfried-von-Held, the baron of the Hayek family."

"It used to be the baron." Friedrich corrected. "Because the Countess Bellinsky thought that my uncle should be expelled and our land confiscated instead of punishing the real criminal."

He noticed the puzzled expression on Timmel-Kou's face. "Religious differences, do you know? My family is from the north and follows Ulick. All our southern neighbors are devout Manaans. In this age of intolerance, this is all they need to seize the land they dream of Excuses. Because they are the cousins ​​of the Countess Bellinsky, we were exiled for waging war. "

He shook his head in disgust. "Imperial politics, eh?"

Diesel shrugged. He turned to the mountain people. "Wait outside," he said. "We want to talk to ... this gentleman."

"Kou. Timal-Kou."

The hunters went out. When approaching Tim Meyer, the beast looked at him fiercely. Timal-Kou stared directly at his bloodshot eyes. Their eyes locked in the air for a second, and then the hunter left, leaving only the smell of bear fat hanging in the air.

"I'm afraid you are making enemies here." Friedrich said.

"I'm not worried." Tim Meier-Kou said.

"You should be happy, Mr. Kou. These people harbor resentment," Diesel said. "You said you were looking for a job?"

Timmel-Kou nodded. "My companions and me"

"A dwarf warrior? And ... Master?" Diesel raised his eyebrows.

"Yes." Tim Meier-Kou nodded again

"If you want a job, you already have it. There is a violent place in the border princes, and we need such guards. Unfortunately, we can't afford that much money."

"My uncle's manor is now poor," Friedrich explained.

Timel-Kou hesitated, but said, "We don't need more than the bed, food, and carriage. And we may leave halfway."

Diesel smiled. "It sounds really good. If you want, you can travel with us. If we are attacked, you must fight."

"Are we hired?" Timel-Kou asked.

Diesel handed him two gold coins. "You have joined the baron's team. You will be with us." The white-haired man opened the door. "Now, if you don't mind, I still have a trip to plan."

Timel-Kou bowed to each of them and left.

"Wait." A voice came from behind when Timel-Kou was about to leave.

Timel-Kou turned around and saw Friedrich following him off the caravan. The young noble smiled.

"Diesel is a rude man, but you will get used to it."

"I believe I will, sir."

"Please call me Frederick. We are at the border, not at the court of the Countess Bellinsky. The title is meaningless here."

"Very good, Friedrich."

"I just wanted to tell you that you did the right thing last night. Stand up for the girl, even if she is the servant of the witch. I appreciate this." The young noble patted Timmeer friendly- Kou's shoulder.

"Thank you. May I ask a question?"

Friedrich nodded. Timmel Kou cleared his throat. "When I was still studying in the Marnus Empire, among the many scholars I knew ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Friedrich von Herder's name is no stranger. As a playwright."

Friedrick smiled when he heard it. "I am him. Praise Ulik, an educated person! Who can think of finding one here? I can tell you that I and you will get along very well, Mr. Kou. You have seen" Variation Journey " Do you like it? "

Timer-Kou carefully considered his answer. He is not interested in this play, which tells the story of a lady who finds herself to be a deformed body and becomes crazy after turning into an animal. The Journey of Variation lacks the open humanity in the works of the Empire's greatest playwright Pedro Calderon de la Barca. In this dark age when the number of distortions increased significantly, it used to be a very hot topic. Timmel Kou remembered that the play was banned by the Countess Bellinsky.

"Very powerful, Friedrich. It's unforgettable," Timel-Kou replied.

"Unforgettable, very good! You are so good! I have to go and visit my sick uncle. I hope to talk to you again before the end of the journey." Hearing Timmel-Kou ’s comment Ridrick was very excited.

They bowed to each other, and then the young noble turned and walked away.

Timel-Kou stared at his back, unable to connect the amiable and eccentric young nobleman with the melancholy and chaotic image in his works. Among the industry insiders of the Marnus Empire, Friedrich von Helder is considered to be a talented playwright and a blasphemous playwright.