Chapter 303 Class

With an uneasy feeling, Rascal knocked on this oak door rendered with red paint. In his hometown, this kind of door is rare because it is difficult for plants to survive in the frozen soil of the north, let alone use precious wood. paint render decoration.

After waiting for a moment, there was a creaking sound. A middle-aged man with a thick beard and a big red face opened the door. When he saw it was Raskol, he immediately called out happily,

"Look who is here? The hero Rascal who killed the Kurgan wizard on the battlefield."

After finishing speaking, he immediately gave the officer a bear hug to show the closeness between the two.

"It's a pleasure to see you too, Uncle Lomonlosov."

The two chatted for a while, and when they saw Raskel holding wine in his hand, the red-faced man immediately asked him to come into the house quickly. Drinks are not easy to buy in Kislev City now. It seems that he can drink freely today.

Arriving at a room with a fireplace, several people were already gathered around the long table. The large bread, roasted leg of lamb, and sausages all exuded tempting aromas, but what attracted Rascoul's attention the most was undoubtedly The familiar figure sitting on the left, I haven't seen her for several months, is still as beautiful as ever.

Seeing that the hero who killed the Kurgan wizard came here, several people immediately greeted Rascal to sit down quickly, so he sat opposite his sweetheart, but before he could take a good look, he was pulled away Drink.

People at the table began to ask him lively how he killed the Kurgan wizard, whether he had the protection of Esun, or some kind of power that made him explode in an instant, like a mother bear protecting her cubs.

So Rascal could only explain some things on the battlefield intermittently. As a vanguard, he always stayed at the front line, fighting with a sword and shield. Normally, he would not be able to meet a wizard, but When Plagg fell, who knew that a wizard fell in front of him because he didn't pay attention when escaping, and after releasing a few fireballs, his head was chopped off.

Although this is quite dramatic, it will undoubtedly attract more attention, and people will ask whether he will be promoted and make a fortune next.

"Next, I should be transferred to the Gospoda Palace as a guard." As he spoke, Rascal glanced sideways at the reaction of his sweetheart Goncharova, and found that she also had a face of admiration. After all, such a feat But not everyone can do it.

After feeling satisfied with his vanity, Raskol turned his head and looked at the silent man next to him, "Mazov, what are your plans next?"

The silent man took a big sip of kvass. He was Goncharova's childhood friend and a soldier participating in the great holy war.

"I heard that the elves are recruiting mercenaries, and I plan to give it a try."

These words instantly cooled down the originally lively atmosphere. Even the fireplace emitting high temperature and heat did not enliven the atmosphere again. After a moment of silence, it was the red-faced man who opened the door who broke the stalemate.

"Those elves are not good people. I heard that many soldiers who wanted to inspect the Cursed City were killed by them. Moreover, they fought at the other end of the world. They have been employed for such a long time. How can they guarantee that they will survive."

Mazov, who was holding the big leba, nodded to show that he knew.

"Indeed, those elves are indeed not good people. I saw with my own eyes several people who were too close to the cursed city were killed, but that was after they did not listen to the warning. Those who honestly scavenged did not have this danger."

While speaking, he glanced at Raskol vaguely, and then continued,

"And I also want to go out and make a living. Staying in Kislev for a long time is quite boring. Not to mention that the rewards from the elves are very high. As long as I can come back successfully, I can also buy a manor and be the owner."

None of the people at the long table spoke. Mazov's father was killed in a conflict with gangs, and his mother also disappeared inexplicably. Perhaps in some civilized countries, it is believed that gangs dare not attack the families of soldiers, but when your bosses are all When you are a member of a gang, there is nothing that can happen.

The quick-thinking Raskol saw that the atmosphere was not right, so he immediately changed the topic and looked at Goncharova opposite,

"How is Goncharova doing during this time? I have been busy with the army and I haven't seen you in the past few months."

His acquaintance with Goncharova can be said to be an accident. After all, who would have thought that on the first day he was transferred to Kislev, he would meet a girl who was being chased by wolves, and then a country bumpkin from the far north. , just like the story, he rescued the girl and was invited to his home, allowing the soldier to find a sense of attachment in a strange environment.

Before Goncharova could speak, the girl next to her had already answered for her, "Goncharova has been doing very well during this time. Little Boye of the Gatyelokin family may have taken a liking to her. Maybe After a while, you can enter the manor and become a lady."

These words made the girl's face turn red, and she immediately beat her close friend. The scene seemed extremely lively, but it made Rascal feel a chill in his heart. The hand in his pocket tightly held the delicate diamond. Thelamar silver ring.

The Gatyerogin family is a great nobleman who has served the Tsar for hundreds of years. It is impossible for him to win over the little Boyer. The gap between the two can only be said to be as big as Thor's thunder and a child's firecrackers.

He couldn't help but glance at Mazov and asked what was going on. He clearly promised to help keep an eye on Goncharova.

But Mazov didn't seem to notice this look, and just continued to pick up the wine glass, intending to use this silent carnival to cover up the sadness in his heart.

After the wine party, the originally lively room began to become deserted. As the owner, Goncharova's father was already lying on the ground. Several women were clearing the long table, while Raskol said that he still had tasks to do and excused himself. , and then motioned to Mazov to follow.

The two left the red oak door and entered the broken street. After a long time, Raskol turned around and grabbed Mazov's collar, pressing him against the wall. His eyes were red and he glared at this person who did not abide by the agreement. friend,

"Why? Give me an explanation, why didn't you tell me this?"

Mazov, who was pressed against the wall, looked very calm and did not feel any strangeness because of his friend's anger. He looked directly into those red eyes and said,

"So what if I tell you, do you have the ability to take back what you lost? Or, it was not your thing in the first place. Recognize the reality, Raskel! You know who Lomon Losov is. people!"

Raskol was stunned by these words. He knew who Lomon Losov was. Perhaps no one knew better than him. Covet for power and wealth, timidity and cowardice could all be found in that red-faced man. Perhaps it has a lot to do with the death of Mazov's father. After all, the temptation of money is enough to surpass decades of friendship.

After taking a few deep breaths, Raskol let go of his hand holding Mazov's collar. He really shouldn't tell himself this matter, because it would be of no use. Goncharova also inherited some of her father's characteristics. If she chooses to stand in the way of her relationship with Boyer of the Gatyelokin family, she might still blame herself because those memories are so beautiful that she is always willing to be deceived into the illusion she created.