Chapter 6
- I'd like to repeat the question. What difference does it make to us if our appearance and transformation was the result of someone else's mind or a random natural phenomenon?
- The point is, we're killers. Someone or something is throwing three hundred perfect instruments of death into the world. This is clearly done for a purpose, such an expenditure of magical energy, in this world can only be done by elves, and they like to crap on people. But even if we are the result of divine decision, it does not cancel our purpose - to kill.
Having drained the glass of water, Alexander poured himself another one. At last, the idea he had expressed now, relieved his soul, I wanted to fly.
- I can't find any other reason for our purpose but to carry death. And there is no one around to apply our abilities to it. Both humans and goblins exist under normal circumstances, minor wars and messes. Nothing supernatural comes out of the Cursed Forest. Which means we have to kill the locals - humans, goblins, dwarves, elves and who the hell knows what else. And we're already doing it!
The knight returned to the table and pulled a stack of papers out of a drawer.
- Here," he threw them on the table, "Suggestions on how we can take over this world. Dozens of plans! Weapons. Poisons. Gases. Technology. Intrigue. All to increase our power over the locals, but it will only lead to chaos and death. Surely fulfills our destiny!
- Are you so sure this is our destiny? - Eugene said calmly.
- Give me another reason!
There was silence in the office again, it was necessary to think over what was said and of course to try to refute it. Yulia came in quietly and hiding her eyes, set out from the tray three cups, in which was her wonderful berry drink. The wretch had definitely been eavesdropping under the door and now she was afraid of what she heard.
- What suggestions? - Konstantin asked, as soon as the secretary came out.
- Almost the same as Eugene's, when he suggested moving to the mountains. Only we build a powerful fortress and do not interfere in the affairs of the locals at all. We sit quietly. A year, ten years, a hundred years, a thousand. As long as it takes. No technology, no shakeups. No vampires trying to live among humans.
- I'm all for it," Eugene said quickly, hearing the near-perfect proposal, no matter what it was dictated by.
- You know, I'm for it too," the last Triumvir said after a couple of seconds, "But where are we going to put our milk production and alchemical components?
- We will not be so far away from the world, - Alexander laughed, - And butter and roots will be a small thread that will connect us with the world and will not cause suspicion. A little later it will be necessary to do something with the church, but it will be many years later.
- In general, already this year, - Konstantin said with a sly squint, - Or next year. As soon as you get a baron, you will get a bishop at once.
- I wish all of them had been thrown and blown up, - the knight swore in his heart.
Night brought peace and uninvited guests to the village. The air smelled of blood. A woman's shriek hit his ears, but was cut off before it had time to gain strength and volume. Vidov grimaced. It was a bad time for some woman to wake up. Though it was not so important.
His squad had crossed the Valeria border two days ago. It had taken him some effort to convince his former partners of his intention to move to the Empire. Let them think so. He would be in Valeria, after all. Let that pompous idiot who had once been his superior dream of regaining power over the vampires, such petty plans were not for Vidov. By creating his assistants and subjugating them, he will conquer much more than these pathetic losers can imagine. If vampires can be created as many as they want, then the one who creates the most will have the power.
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