Jackal Among Snakes
Chapter 128
Corentin sat in a group of near eight others, in the same house that he had just had his discussion with Argrave. The other southron elves were grizzled, scarred warriors just as he was—obvious war veterans. They were in a loose circle, some standing, some sitting.
“So, just as Durran did, this new arrival claims to have met my daughter?” one asked, a man with a missing nose.
“Yeah,” Corentin nodded, looking out towards the door. “Same tale as Durran, too. Gebicca was crushed beneath rocks. Same accounts. Only difference…” Corentin turned his head back. “Argrave brought Brumesingers with him. Seems to have tamed them, too.”
The warriors all looked greatly intrigued by this. One, who leaned against Corentin’s wall, asked, “How?”
“I don’t know,” Corentin shook his head.
“You didn’t ask?” the man pressed.
“What am I, a damned interrogator? You ask him,” Corentin crossed his arms and shook his head.
“What good are you, old bastard?” the man with the missing nose asked.
“Least I can still smell things, Morvan,” Corentin returned with a laugh. “You go outside, that cavity you call a nose fills up with sand. What kind of desert warrior loses to sand?”
Some of the others joined the man in laughter.
“You one-eyed prick,” Morvan leaned forward, a smile on his face.
“Let’s stay serious,” another man interjected—though he seemed the oldest, he was the least scarred. All of the others heeded his words at once. “Save the banter for when we don’t have an unexpected visitor. This man, Argrave, claims to be working with the Lord of Copper. This deserves serious treatment.”
Corentin raised his hands. “Of course, Florimond.”
Florimond looked about. “What is he doing right now?”
Someone stalked to the door of Corentin’s house. “Looks like… he’s letting the Brumesingers play with the children.”
That brief little description immediately made everyone stir.
“Either he’s not a bad guy, or he’s damned good at tugging the heartstrings,” Morvan shook his head.
“This is someone working for the Vessels,” another warrior posited. “With the intent to betray them, too. Maybe he’s a paragon. Maybe he’s a good actor.”
That sobered some of the warriors up, and their smiles faded somewhat.
“But what he’s saying—that the southern tribals are going to attack with the help of the Lord of Copper—it does match with what Durran told us. Everything matches,” Corentin ceded.
“Did you tell him anything about Durran? About the proposition the man’s made to us?” Florimond questioned.
“You think I’m stupid?” Corentin put a hand to his chest. “I kept my mouth shut, tried to let him say his piece.” Corentin lowered his hand.
“And that warrior with him?”
“Looked… I don’t know. Probably the type of guy I’d avoid
anything, craven
me how brave you are,” Corentin gestured towards the no-nosed elf. “His hand’s bigger than your head.
back into his chair, shaking his head with a grin on
say to this guy?” Florimond looked around. “Do we tell
Corentin
think we need to hear more
manipulate the Lord of Copper if he’s a drooling imbecile. If
on my end. I brought this,” he pulled out the black cube with glowing purple runes on it. “He kept his eye
told
Morvan disagreed. “Smart girl, but… too young,” he shook his head, then lowered his
loss. Someone patted him on the shoulder, but no words were exchanged—they
staying quiet,” Morvan finally broke the
advice, continuing, “So—we ask him questions, try to get a clearer
the
#####
in this place. I can hear nothing,” Galamon shook
runes,” Argrave explained. “They help with privacy. Don’t worry about
town. The Brumesingers dashed about the open area like little balls of lightning, the southron elven children watching them
you like children?” Galamon
“No,” said Argrave immediately.
down. “You surprise
they’re related to me, it’s fine,” Argrave shrugged. “I don’t want to deal with other people’s children. Nephews, nieces, et cetera—that’s tolerable.
“Sons, daughters?” he pressed.
shook his head. “Wrong time to even consider
where the mind
ready,” Argrave crossed his legs. “End of
ready, either,”
considering a question. Before he could ask it, he spotted a decent crowd moving towards them. The old warriors of the southron
injuries… these men are full of
Argrave questioned, though
alone. None can,” Galamon shook his head. “But they’re
skilled,” Argrave told Galamon.
an eye on them
of them. They seemed too proud to be pitied. Some were missing hands or had
tired of playing with the southron elf
must be Argrave,” Florimund greeted. “And those creatures…” he eyed one of the Brumesingers, who
group. “And…” his gaze stopped on Morvan. “You must be Gebicca’s father,” he stepped forward, swallowing. “I’m sorry to
held up his hand. He was
man had time to process his grief since Corentin had informed him… but Morvan definitely wouldn’t
known. He’s known for a
scenario… but nothing came, and the only thing Argrave could conjure was that Morvan had been informed a long time ago. The southron elf locked himself away for a week in ‘Heroes of Berendar.’ Considering everyone else’s personality had remained the same, there was no good reason Morvan’s reaction to his
Read Jackal Among Snakes Chapter 128 - The hottest series of the author Nemorosus
In general, I really like the genre of stories like Jackal Among Snakes stories so I read extremely the book. Now comes Chapter 128 with many extremely book details. I can't get out of reading! Read the Jackal Among Snakes Chapter 128 story today. ^^