Chapter 3 3

A real miracle happened to me, which I could not have imagined before. Here, after some hours after the mortal wound, I stand, as if nothing had happened, and wash myself! Such a potion in my case was an extremely dangerous tool. If I attack the target from behind, piercing the heart or cutting the throat, then take it and, with your last breath, pour something similar into your mouth. What then? The corpse is resurrected and the dagger in the back to the relaxed me? You will have to add to your list of precautions checking the target for something like this. For example, all the same magic.

And suddenly, there is some kind of ability to regenerate severed limbs, gouged out eyes, or neutralize the effects of paralyzing poisons and toxins? Before going hunting, I had to take the time to radiate and analyze all these magical things.

Lost in my thoughts, under someone's cheerful laughter and whistling, I returned to the harsh reality. From the window of the house, on the contrary, two neighboring girls looked at me naked:

- Spinning, handsome, - a gift from me! - the neighbor shouted, and, throwing the bottle of wine to her mouth, she took a few sips.

"I don't feel sorry for me," I was not ashamed of my body and fulfilled the will of even more laughing girls who, in response to my "little" courtesy, threw me a real towel.

- Would you like to join us for dinner? We promise you won't regret it!

I was grateful for the towel, but so far I didn't need more. Because i was trying to impress valkyrie to like me back

After rubbing myself, without answering anything, I waved goodbye to the excited ladies. The gift also went with me, because you have to pay for everything in this life And for seeing me, even more so. Let's consider that they were lucky, because usually, from those who saw the real me, I take a completely different fee. I quickly changed. With disgust, assessing all the same srach that reigned in my room, I hurried down to the first floor. A lively conversation was going on here, concerning the attackers, battles, tournaments and armor.

Pulling off both her leather jacket and scaly armor, valkyrie was left bare to the waist. By the light of a fire that was kindling in the stove, she seemed to me a very, very attractive girl. The strong relief body of the short-haired woman was decorated with several old scars, which, as one, were on the back. Apparently, this was her weakest point. Now a new mark appeared on the militant body in the form of a barely visible bruise on the seventh rib.

– Missed a shot during the tournament. As luck would have it, today again in the first round I ran into the future champion. On a real monster under the Rage potion, with artifacts. She smashed my shield with one blow, while almost breaking my ribs, - the older sister demonstrated the bruise and handed over her armor to her mother.

– No luck, – looking at the number of bent scales, she grunted, – Just what are these monsters doing in our city? The place is wretched, on the edge of the cold sea, I don't understand ...

"So do I," the sister snorted and handed the old woman some strange spool, on top of which a strange wound thread shone.

"Well, why the hell do I need this elven shit?" You know I don't work with long-ear steel! muttered Helga, and tossed the gift into the corner as if it were some kind of rubbish, not looking up from the damaged armor links.

- A consolation prize, after all! Thought it might come in handy for something," Sigrid said slightly upset.

- This crap is too stubborn. It must be processed with magic, and even in heat, which cannot be achieved in my furnace. Gemorno, expensive and time-consuming - the very thing for long-eared. But not for people. Take it to the junk dealer tomorrow. Maybe he will give her something sensible.

The reel unwound during the fall seemed to me very interesting. In appearance, it looked like a fishing line or a very thick cobweb, however, taking it in my hands, I was surprised: the weight was decent, offhand, the spool of thread pulled a good kilogram and a half. An amazing thing...

Just don't touch the thread with your fingers! - said Helga, - It is not yet processed, and that's why it is sharp, like a blade.

And here is the first interesting tool in my piggy bank. Trying to assess the sharpness with my finger, barely touching it, I found a slight cut on the fingertip, followed by a drop of my own blood. This thread was the sharpest thing I have ever seen.

- She said, - looking at how I put my finger in my mouth, the old woman grinned, - These lovers of everything wooden have been weaving similar to this thread for years, courting them with the magic of fire and cold, creating silks of unique strength, capable of withstanding blows and pricks of almost any non-enchanted weapon. And, in theory, such things should be appreciated in our country. Yes, but it takes decades to create something like this, which, in fact, makes this crap useless for people.

"... for you, mother" - throwing a similar thing by force around someone's head, you could get rid of the target as quickly as possible. Or use a barely noticeable, very weighty thread like a whip, stretching in the form of a snare ...

- Can I take it? Maybe later I can figure out how to use it as a razor or a nail file, - I asked as plaintively as possible, immediately coming up with a few everyday things, which made my mother think about something. Did I say something superfluous, and she felt a stranger? ...

"Sigrid said you hit your head when you fell?" Damn, looks like I'm screwed. Thinking of a few plausible excuses, he silently nodded.

"Maybe Ilva should also switch back once in a while?" You see, will he also grow wiser? – the old woman burst into a ringing, infectious laugh and pointed her finger right into the bruise of her wounded daughter, the old woman, – Come on. I'm joking. How serious are you, - she said right there, looking at Sigrid, who was crouching in a painful attack, and slightly reassuring me, - Take off your pants, your kneecap also arched, you need to fix it.

The eldest daughter was not going to argue with Helga and obediently, like a doll, having thrown off everything, remained in what her mother gave birth and, sitting on a bench, picked up an earthen jug, took a few sips, lowering her head and burying her gaze somewhere on the floor, said:

"Ilva's money was taken away, and collectors will come tomorrow. We still have a few tools you made, but they still need to be sold. And besides, even if we can somehow miraculously do it, the money received will barely be enough to pay and purchase materials, not to mention food, "her words could be felt sadness.

It is understandable, financial difficulties have been a problem in our time, but here, I believe, it is a mortal threat. Maybe you should remember your playful past and try to rob a couple of rich houses? With a body like that, barely able to lift a bucket of water? I didn't really want to, but if it really presses ...

- Let's do it, little one. And we didn't get out of such troubles, - taking a jug from her, Helga poured herself into a mug, - If necessary, I'll go to the Stolzgers. They won't refuse me a loan.

– To these geeks? I forgot that it was they who brought us to this state! At their suggestion, our competitors lower their prices more and more, and Glaud cannot show up in class. It's all their fault! – categorically not wanting to deal with our new common enemy, Sigrid said.

Helga nodded slowly. She was also disgusted by the idea of ​​cooperating with local moneylenders.

"Then there is no choice. I'll talk to the city watch commander and maybe get some money from them. In addition, she hinted to me a couple of times about her daughter's interests in our handsome man, - looking at me, Helga was waiting for at least some kind of reaction. And she got it.

I didn't know who I was talking about, that's why I only let out a displeased, languid and meaningful sigh.

"Mom, she's almost thirty, and Glaud is only eighteen!" She is too old.

"She is our only chance to get the title of citizen without a fee and bribes for the city hall," Helga said decisively shutting her daughter up. She seems to have made up her mind a long time ago.

In principle, as a person with specific tastes, it was very comfortable for me to have a mother-in-law in the chiefs of the local guard. But there was another side to this issue: if you have to live with them under the same roof, then my nightly attacks, with a hundred percent probability, will be noticed. The only question is: when? Crap...

Seeing the confusion I did not hide, already with a kind of pity in her voice unusual for such huge women, Helga turned to me:

"Understood, baby. If you manage to marry Elga's daughter, our family will be able to breathe easy. Neither the Stolzgers, nor the thieves sitting in the city hall with their requisitions, can harm us. No one is forcing you to love her. In a year or two you will get bored with each other, and you will find someone younger. By then, I'm sure we'll have solved all our problems and enlisted the support of other local houses.

Of course, they wouldn't let me get a divorce either in a year or ten. I knew it. Gritting her teeth, Sigrid also understood that Helga needed this marriage.

– If tomorrow we manage to sell out, then we can postpone the issue of marriage for a while? Helga didn't expect this question from me. Moreover, confident that I would silently resign myself to my fate, she exchanged glances with her daughter, thought, and then agreed:

"If you are not going to go to a local brothel and sell your body there, then I agree," the old woman said, throwing me another interesting thought.

And I, having accepted the conditions of her game, went to my room.

Tomorrow we had to get up early. Even though all physical activity remained on the sisters, I had a much more difficult job to do: collecting information, finding new potential customers and useful acquaintances, making profitable deals, both for finished products and for those that we didn't even have yet. It was necessary to find out about the Stolzgers, their number, methods of doing business and people on whom they could put pressure on for any personal gain.

They were followed by the Thieves Guild. These guys, for which many thanks to them, without knowing it, opened a real Pandora's box. Amateurs who failed to crush the number did not deserve the right to exist. Their failed, clumsy attempt dishonored the true beauty of the ritual called murder. Those stupid animals, how unlucky they are! After all, I remembered everything: their faces, physique, weapons and even the manner of fighting. Already now I felt a familiar feeling, haunting me from world to world, from life to life. This insatiable desire-thirst to feel the real warmth of the human body. It has always been with me. Now I could finally let my inner demons go free.

I - Glaud Wolf - will be the one who wipes out all the followers of the Thieves Guild and everyone who dares to stand in my way to protect them!