Servant Of The Necromancer

Wanted Criminal

In a room filled with all kinds of corpses, an old man who was messing with the corpses turned his head to look at Asa and let out a remorseful complaint: "I have long wondered how that skinny monkey suddenly remembered to deliver today, and actually did not bargain. I should have known that cheap is not good."

Asa wanted to stand up, just a hand on the ground, a cone of stabbing pain in the chest, let out a painful wail, and paralyzed to the ground, re-broken ribs interlocked, so painful that he did not even have the strength to speak. The old man ignored him, fiddling with the body while whining to himself.

After a few breaths, Asa strained to swing his head to look around. It was a big room, or rather a big house, with a simple structure, a high roof, a wide space, a wide door, and several large glass windows high up on all four walls, making the room very bright. Every body inside can be seen very clearly.

Saying corpses is not very accurate, because in addition to a dozen complete bodies, there are dozens of mutilated bodies, as well as countless soaked in glass jars of various organs, respectively, on shelves and countertops of varying heights. This house is completely a human body showroom. Asa was lying surrounded by a male naked corpse and several hands and feet, while the old man was disemboweling a female corpse.

After a sound of footsteps, the very wide wooden door was knocked on and a voice shouted from outside, "Is old man Sandru in? Open up." The old man shouted back: "Yes, come in and open it yourself." The door pushed open and a dozen heavily armed soldiers walked in. A few of them immediately let out a low cry of surprise when they saw the furnishings inside.

A small captain-like asked the old man: "Do you have anyone else here?"

"People?" The old man named Sandru nodded, "All the people here are people, what kind of people you want to find for yourself."

"I'm asking, have you seen any suspicious living people that you haven't seen before."

"I haven't seen this one, and I haven't seen that one either." Old man Sandru pointed to a few soldiers and said. The soldiers looked at the fingers pointing to their own face twisted a little, it was just drawn from the belly of the female corpse, covered with blood and other what liquid.

"The spies have not seen, and there is no one hiding here, so search if you want." Old man Sandru resumed fiddling with the body

"Everyone search everywhere carefully. Remember, it is a twenty-year-old male, slightly taller, black hair, black eyes, left hand wound. Also remember, once found do not talk to him, immediately killed on the spot. This is the order of Lord Mrak, I think this guy may also have some evil magic, everyone be careful." The captain gave the order with authority, and the soldiers slowly dispersed to search, with a few still staring at the spot, trying to hold back the feeling of vomiting.

Lord Duke Mrak's orders? Asa could not make a sound, but heard it clearly. Although he did not know how he killed all the people in the prison and then escaped to here with such a wound. But just now that 'immediately kill, do not speak' he also heard very clearly.

Now the best way is to close your eyes and continue to play dead, and wait for the immediate crisis to pass. But as luck would have it, the room was well lit and the look was seen clearly, including the bandages on his hands.

"Hey, you guys, look." Old man Sandru pulled something out of the woman's abdominal cavity and proudly held it up in his hand as if he had made a remarkable discovery, "I bet this woman has never given birth, but had an abortion. It's amazing that anyone in the kingdom does this kind of thing."

'Wow-' 'Vomit-' the two soldiers next to the captain finally couldn't help themselves and vomited. The sound was like contagious, and several other soldiers vomited one after another.

"f**k--, who ****** brought in the new soldiers?" The captain's boots showered with vomit and jumped to his feet. Look at the other soldiers began to vomit one after another, and himself then looked at the old man Sandru's hand holding something with a few tendons attached to the female body. A burst of nausea, called out: "close the team to close the team, quickly go quickly go." Soldiers immediately ran out like a refugee.

"Hey, give me clean up before leaving." Old man Sandru chased a few steps, cursed a few times, came back and closed the door, then cursed and came up to Asa and stared at him strangely and said, "I don't know how you managed to go back and kill the skinny monkey after being dragged here as a corpse."

Asa then looked clearly, this is a rather tall old man, set in a dirty already can not see the color of the monk robes. Because the face full of gray beard hair and robes of silk thread tangled together, only in the limited space to see his features. The only thing that could be seen clearly were the eyes, black and white, without any trace of dullness that should be present at his age.

"I don't know what's going on. If you knew they were looking for me, why didn't you hand me over to them?" Asa asked breathlessly. The broken bones in his chest wailed with each word.

Old man Sandru glared up and asked back in a matter-of-fact tone, "Why should I hand you over to them?" Raising five fingers with force and shaking them. "You're worth five of my copper. Five hey."

"If there's a chance to escape, I'll pay you back later." Asa was completely overwhelmed by the situation in front of him. Carrying such a heavy wound on his body, and somehow becoming a wanted criminal, and that 'don't talk, kill on the spot immediately' instruction made him not even have a chance to defend himself.

"No, it looks like you won't have a chance to leave the city. I can search over here too, probably even the women's restrooms in the city have been searched. What exactly did you do?" The old man asked.

"Just saved the Duke's daughter from the swamp."

"And then slept with her in the process? Gave birth to a child? Or sold into a brothel? Sent to a slave trader?" The old man had a great sense of connection.

"Escorted all the way to Bracada."

"That's an unusual way for a duke to say thank you." Old man Sandru shook his head, "But what's the reason for that I'm not interested. There is a shortage of manpower here, so you can work against the debt. Anyway, you can not run. Such a big battle, will not let down the guard until you are caught."

Asa dazed for a while, very weakly replied: "It seems to be the only way. Just please find a way to get the doctor priest first." Because of the huge pain, his voice had begun to muffle.

Old man Sandru looked, reached out and felt in Asa's chest, and both hands suddenly grabbed both sides of the ribs and dragged them. Asa shouted, feeling inside the chest was stuffed into a few knives twisted, almost fainted again. When he took a breath and sobered up a bit, he realized that the broken bones were connected again without a hitch, and even the pain was almost gone. A dozen priests in Bracada busy all morning to complete the treatment, this old man actually as if magic, just a casual hand healed. Although Asa did not know much about magic, he could probably guess that this was an extremely high level healing spell.

"Three months." Old man Sandru said.

"What?" Asa didn't know what the old man meant.

"Cure this for you, you have to do three months with me."

Asa hastily held up the left wrist, which had been crushed by the werewolf, and asked, "What about this?"

Old man Sandru untied the bandage and looked at it carefully, and let out a sigh of picking up money on the side of the road: "At least three years."

In the Ducal Palace, in the study of Lord Duke Mrak, the Duke frowned rarely and listened to the report of the King's capital's close guards with no success.

Knight Clovis stood straight beside him. Even in this mood of anger he did not lose his temper, still so majestic and uncommon manner, the concept of 'knight' is expressed just right.

But he lowered his head to look at the floor, but from time to time in the gaze of anger can not be suppressed.

The Duke did not blame him, the Duke would never blame anyone, nor would he lose his temper with anyone. It was just that Kravis could not forgive himself for making such a big mistake, a mistake that could lead to the failure of the whole plan and even jeopardize the Duke's and his own safety.

The Duke suddenly asked, "Why did you kill all the people in the prison?"

Clovis replied, "I was afraid that the soldier had leaked something inside."

"When one is somehow locked up, how can one still have the mood and leisure to talk to people?" Duke Mrak slowed down and said in a heavier tone, "The most important thing is that you did it without even asking about the situation. How did that soldier bring in the jailer? How was he knocked out? How did he run out? If you know every detail clearly, you can surely find something meaningful." The Duke again concluded. "You are too young, too impulsive. Be patient and think about the problem from as many angles as possible to find more solutions."

"Yes. I will do everything I can to try to catch this soldier."

"Think with a little more perspective." The Duke repeated patiently. "You can't be too attached to the traces, maybe someone will be curious. Just leave this matter to the close guard." The Duke thought for a moment, "The chances of a problem are not great, the soldier probably won't know why he is being hunted, and won't dare to report elsewhere. Let's just do what we're supposed to do. You go back now, and remember to make sure not to show any signs of your association with this fugitive in front of the others."

"Yes."

Looking at Kravis' back, the Duke's brow remained furrowed. This is a very ambitious young man, very capable, very hardworking, and very ruthless, definitely a good deputy, a good subordinate, and even a good pawn. But it is not likely to be a person who can achieve great things.

Desire is too strong, it will obscure reason. Too much attention to something, it is not able to feel to grasp the whole picture of things and the subtle changes in it. Attracted by a leaf, you will not be able to see the whole forest.

Ambition is too big, do things too hard, there is no room for turning around. Too much is not enough.

This young man also has a huge family behind him. The Ernie family is tired of the world's gentry, in the dynasty there are many high-ranking officials, in the field there is no shortage of giants, he is the eldest son of the family, is absolutely a perfect marriage partner. But definitely not a good husband.

It is very hard to live with people who take fame and fortune too seriously. Such people always have eyes only for themselves.

Sighing in the study where only he was, Duke Mrak suddenly felt a little tired.