The Legend of Fatality

| | |->-> After experiencing the cool, clean air on the mountain and the fresh breath on the plain, this town is shocking. From a distance, those tall and narrow houses, with red tiled roofs and white-grey walls, look neat and orderly. However, even the glimmer of the sunset could not cover the cracks in the brick wall and the holes in the slate roof.

The narrow labyrinthine streets are full of garbage. The hungry dog ​​wandered from a pile of decaying vegetation to a pile of feces, urinating and defecating along the way. The cobbled streets exude urine, musty, and fat dripping into the stove. Bai En covered his nose with his hand, and wished to cover his mouth with his cloak. He noticed a new flea bite red spot directly above his knuckles. In the end, he thought ironically, civilization finally arrived.

Vendors set up lanterns to illuminate the market square. The women stood under the red lights near the door of many people. The day's work is over. When people come to eat and have fun, the atmosphere of this place changes. The storyteller gathered a small circle of listeners around their charcoal basin and competed with the magician who caused a little dragon to appear in a burst of smoke. Bai En was taken aback when he saw it for the first time, only to find out that it was just a trick. Even the little dragon was disguised as a lizard. A potential prophet stood on a stool under a hero statue of the founder of the city, urging people to regain the virtues of the early simple era.

People are everywhere, and their active movements dazzle Bai En. The hawkers tugged at his sleeves and handed lucky charms or trays with cinnamon-flavored pastries. The children kicked a swollen pig bladder with their feet in a narrow alley, ignoring the shout that their mother told them to come out of the darkness. On top of their heads, worn clothing hung in narrow alleys, extending from one window to the rope of another window. The empty cart now rumbling towards the driver's yard, ruts rolling on the road, and loosened the loose pebbles.

Bai En stopped in front of an old lady's food stall and bought a piece of chicken that she grilled on charcoal fire. When he gorged on it, the warm gravy filled his mouth. He stood for a while, trying his best to be surrounded by colorful colors, smells and noise.

Looked at this large group of people, he felt overwhelmed. Under the sign of the local bakery, armed men were walking around the crowd. The well-dressed youths looked at the street girls and teased each other with their bodyguards. Outside the entrance to the Temple of Goddess of Mercy, beggars raised their rough arms to the passing merchants, their eyes carefully watching the distance, but their hands were on the wallet. The yellow-skinned peasant was rolling on the street drunkenly, looking at the building more than one storey in amazement. The women, wrapped in tattered scarves, stood at the door and chatted with their neighbors. Their thin face reminded Bai En of the dried apples.

He told himself that this border town is just a small village compared to Fatalin; there is no need to be discouraged. He has lived in the Black Tower for most of his life and never feels out of place. It's just that he is used to the quietness and loneliness in the mountains. Used to the feeling of being closed. Nevertheless, he still needs a few hours to adjust to the return to the crowd.

Standing alone in the crowd, he felt lonely, but there was another face in the crowd. He heard noisy voices, but he could not hear friendly words, only people bargaining and vulgar jokes. There is a vitality here, a vibrant community, but he is not a part of it. He is a stranger, a wanderer from the wilderness. He has little in common with these people. These people may not leave their homes in their entire lives and go to a place to take risks.

They will be surprised and shocked after hearing that they have experienced so many adventures. He suddenly felt a strong desire to return to Fatalin Island and to the comfortable, wood-decorated room in his tower. He rubbed the old scar on his right cheek and eyebrows, cursing himself for being attracted by the prophetic predictions, and living a life of adventure.

Grerogan walked slowly in the market, staring blankly at the stalls selling cloth, amulets and food, as if he didn't quite understand what was going on. The oath givers' eyes widened, and they seemed a little dazed. Bai En was disturbed by the behavior of his companion. He grabbed his shoulder and led him to the door of the tavern. A lazy, colorful dragon smiled at them from the sign above the door.

"Come on," Bai En said. "We have a Mai Bar."

Wolfgang-Lamer pushed the struggling barmaid away from her knee. As she tried to resist his kiss, the rouge on her cheek stained the high collar of his velvet top.

"Go away, bitch," he said to her in the most domineering voice. The blonde stared at him angrily, her face flushed under the inexplicably powdered mask, distorted her rather beautiful face as a farmer.

"My name is Greta," she said. "Call me by name."

"I call you what I love, call me. My father is the owner of this hotel. If you want to keep the job you recently got, you have to learn to speak politely."

She retorted a sentence, and hurried to the place where he could not reach.

Wolfgang smiled triumphantly. He knew she would be back. They always come back. Father's golden sentence.

He carefully wiped off the rouge on his clothes with a carefully manicured hand. Then he picked up a small silver mirror and carefully looked into his face with a beard and a hawk nose in the mirror to ensure that the girl's makeup did not destroy his soft, fair skin. He ignored the snickers of those flattering people and the hippy smiles of the bullies who were his bodyguards. He can afford these. With his father ’s wealth, he undoubtedly became the leader of the trendy young dudes who patronized this hotel. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the pub owner Ivan scolding the girl. The man knew that he could not offend the owner's son and heir. He saw the girl salute an angry word, then turned back.

"I'm sorry for leaving a mark on your clothes," she said softly. Wolfgang noticed two blood spots on her pale cheeks ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Please accept my sincerest apologies. "

"Of course," Wolfgang said. "Since only your stupidity exceeds your stupidity, and only your ugliness exceeds your stupidity, I must pity you. Your apology is accepted. I will ask Ewan to deduct your salary and buy a new one The cost of the shirt to replace the one you have destroyed. "

The girl opened her mouth, but said nothing. Wolfgang knew that the price of this jacket was higher than the girl ’s monthly income. She wanted to argue, but knew it was futile. Ivan had to stand by him. Her shoulders drooped down. Wolfgang noticed how her **** were exposed by her low-cut top, and he suddenly had an idea.

"Of course, unless you are willing to repay this debt in another way. For example ... go to my house today at midnight."

He initially thought she would refuse. She was young and had just come from the country, still holding a weird view of virtue. But she was a slave, a farmer of the lowest rank owned by their lord. She fled here to escape slavery. Losing her job will mean choosing between starving in the city or returning to her village and facing the anger of the owner. If she loses her position here, Wolfgang can see that she can no longer find another job. After realizing her situation, she compromised and sank her head forward and nodded. The movement is so subtle that it is almost imperceptible.

"Then leave my sight before then." Wolfgang said. The girl escaped from his group of followers. Tears ran down her face. Vulgar mocking followed her.