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They got married!

An unknown child threw a letter to the door stating this.

This child himself did not know who asked him to deliver it. He was paid for the shipment with honey, a color similar to amber.

Even a pencil sketch was enclosed in the letter!

Wentworth wondered for himself how he hadn't lost his mind yet. Or... After all, it is unknown whether the madman will notice the madness ....

He was thrown into a fever, two witch potions drunk in a row only increased the temperature. The witch said that anger cannot be kept. Anger must come out, it kills faster than a sword.

Sword in hand and Wentfort quickly runs into the dungeon. He has only one way out of anger so far - to kill prisoners and aged concubines who have ceased to be needed.

— Open the door.— the king speaks with a calm expression on his face.— Bring the iron and the finger-cutter!—

Finger-cutting was an ancient device, once borrowed from vampires. Their leader invents a lot. After all, this Bjorn, despite his good looks, turned out to be incredibly smart.

They fan the fire, heat up the stigma.

— Where did you last see Olga Valdez?— he asks the vampire he caught earlier.

— I won't tell the dog anything!— the answer is in Swedish.

This guy resembles Bjorn, but only a little ...

***

After killing three vampires, Wentfort is incredibly happy - Bjorn himself fell into the clutches of his servants!

He was blinded by silver water, but it was unlikely to last long.

He was sitting in the cell, calmly staring into the void.

Wentworth came up to him, toying with a brand of pure silver.

However, the hand trembled.

Fear didn't even smell here, there was a smile on his lips.

The King shuddered.

— Turn your face to me!— says the tyrant, coming to his senses.

In response, something quiet in Swedish.

— Those you have killed have suffered less than what is in store for you, the king of the vile dogs, who has lost himself...— the vampire, white as snow, stood up, not even paying attention to the fact that the chains were burning hard.

The brand was buried in his chest.

— Are you so afraid of me?— he didn't seem to feel any pain.— You are afraid that you will come to an end ... —

This voice hung like velvet in the air and seemed to echo in your ears for a very long time.

The flame overturned and the coals sparkled.

Long white claws pierce the shoulder and animal blood dripped onto the stones.

It smells like iron. The wind blew by.

Screams, one after another, they fell like grain from a torn bag.

The eyelids became heavy and impotence came very quickly ...

***

... Wentworth opened his eyes wearily.

Kara was pouring something over his wounds.

— Where is this snow-white geek?—The king asked. His tongue, which was unfaithful to him now, was very slurred.

Yes, and the eyes saw poorly.

— You've lost a lot of blood, Your Majesty. The vampire escaped. He clung to your neck, drank and spat on the stones. One of our soldiers heard that this is a vampire curse. They curse the blood.—Kara opened the door a crack.— Yes, yes... Let's.—

The assistant brought a tray with a plentiful breakfast even for the appetites of Wentworth.

— Eat, you've lost a lot of blood...—

The food exuded an amazing juicy spirit.

— Let the wine be served... How long did I sleep?— although Wentfort knew the approximate answer to this question, he decided to ask it ...

***

Three days.

He was not conscious for three days.

Wentworth was sitting on the bed with a book.

Oh, how much his head hurts!

It hurts the neck and it hurts to breathe.

— Kara!—The king called again and the maid quickly appeared.— We're going north!

— To the north, sir?— the girl asks uncomprehendingly.— I'll make arrangements.—

After lunch, the carriages were ready.

Wentworth stared at the sky for a very long time until he fell asleep.

The collar of the man's dark shirt was soaked with crimson, perhaps they were still telling the truth about the white vampire ...

Perhaps...

***

In Finland, one of the houses burned down.

This happened after the arrival of Wentworth, cars began to drive through the streets for a long time, goods appeared in stores that no one had known before.

Wentworth has settled in Espoo, he likes it much more here, not everyone here recognizes that he is a tyrant king.

It's always better to be in cover...

the bloody witch was also transported here, as well as many prisoners, including Arnold, whom Wentfort caught not so long ago.

***

The Janssen house... the house... The Janssens? Christophe?

Christophe, you fucking freak! After a severe injury, the madman used a rebirth potion and lives!

When the king saw Finn returning from the supermarket with huge bags, anger flared up.

He wanted to come up and just kill him, but the heart... The heart of a seasoned warrior did not allow him to do so.

Even a dried-up heart has honor...

Karsten gripped the knife blade in his hand.

Heart...

Wentfort takes aim and throws a red dagger.

The distance is long, but the king of the northern werewolves easily gets them into the wet wood of the threshold.

He later sits in a bar.

Olga passes by when he is not there at all! Although...

Maybe she really didn't notice him...

***

A few days later, his werewolves are attacked by a vampire. The blood has been sucked out.

But here she is, standing next to the corpses, drained bottles, which are displayed as a perfectly even star.

Wentworth kicked the bottles crazily.

— And sometimes I think, maybe I should hire vampires to serve?? When the royal guard is worse than the old ladies at the fair, what is it worthy of?—he asked, grabbing one of the huge men by the collar of his sweater. Fingers hooked the chain and began to tighten it slowly.— What are they worthy of?—The

man wheezed. The broad and muscular neck began to crack under the onslaught of the strong fingers of the mad tyrant.

The pupils suddenly became huge and shrank to the size of a needle tip just as quickly.

The vertebrae cracked louder under his fingers and the carcass fell to the floor with a crash.

— Take it away!—Wentworth commands.—Let the Swedish werewolves arrive today! —