Midnight Chronicles Page #6

This mayor knows Lesher.

Most likely.

Who's there? Krolis?

Quiet!

Wonderful!

Only the best psychologist may

recognize my dodge duplicity.

Shut your it. Now.

Amazing! Lost child

Elsedera, and such a terrible person.

You stop.

Wait.

Here I thought that

too late to play.

I hope your friend does not

around anywhere nearby.

No? No?

Okay.

What do you want?

So, we'll see.

To never again feel

smell this god forgotten village.

And that people have stopped

believe in its ghost.

I want something warm.

What you need to Legate?

Who am I to

know that he needs?

Well, you go with us or not?

Lesher hang your

intestine to the wall.

It is clear that it

all want to show

impressive amount of

my dignity.

Answer the question!

I go with you.

Excellent.

The air is heavy today.

Something happens.

I cleanse myself. I repudiate you.

What you need here? Leave me.

You do not need words.

I must do it alone.

I have been told that your race

disappeared from this earth for a long time.

We do not die so easily.

You killed them. All.

They have been hunted to their

for that place.

You join them, Legate.

Too late.

If you want, kill me, but then you

kill a free man, not the Legate.

The old man insisted on

that will take you. Live.

Stop! They caught me.

Yes, he does not forgive.

They know me on this.

The spot, which can not wash off.

Perhaps, and it was not.

I can not lift the shadow of your soul.

No. It is, I will devote

the remainder of his life.

Where are you looking at?

We call it sleep.

Looks are not very.

Sometimes.

You like?

What brought you here from the

Blekuayra? Beer is over?

Buyers ended, a hunter.

What happened?

Legate! He arrested

Lesher and began to hang the townspeople.

What?

You should know about it.

Where would not have gone Legates,

there is always - a pile of nothing.

He needs me.

Keep track of everyone who

enters or leaves the city.

Ok.

Every hour hang three, while

I will not bring a hunter.

Do you think I am cruel?

On the contrary, I am merciful.

Many cities have been destroyed

entirely for smaller crimes.

I assure you that Blackweir

will not be equal to preserve the

fidelity to the tower, Your Grace.

You made the right choice.

Elven knife. Dodge archness.

Dodge, your lordship? Indeed

robbers brought elves.

I'm tired of your lies, Lesher.

The city - as a mature

the fruit that you want to disrupt.

And you do not need no church

and no Legates.

Bloodthirsty scoundrel streets Eysina

could be anyone, even the mayor.

Mercy, your grace.

I can be useful.

Maybe.

Such cities as this,

attract all the worst.

Idealists and fraudsters.

The city stores

terrible secret, right?

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