Hadjar remained silent. After seven centuries, he had learned that it was better to be paranoid and alive, than dead. Just dead, because no one would remember if the dead man had been an optimist, a naive fool, or a dreamer. They’d just be dead.
“All right, all right!” Helmer grunted. “We attract too much attention with this cart anyway, and it would be stupid to leave it out on the street. So, let’s take it to the warehouse. If the second warehouse,” the demon jabbed his finger at a mark on the map, “is in this place, we can assume that the others aren’t an ambush either, although I’m already pretty sure of that. Hadji, my friend, you need to be a little more open to the possibility of luck going your way.”
The General remained silent. Instead, he flicked the reins and they rolled down
