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A boy was walking around the yard, outwardly his gait looked extremely relaxed, as if he was now walking in a flower field, and not in the place of a terrible tragedy where a large number of people died.
«Yeah, it's nice here,» Aaron said, slyly clapping, as if applauding the actors in the theater, who put on a grandiose performance.
— Who ... — Laray Arcer tried to speak, which was given to him very badly.
Still, it's not so easy to talk when your lung is pierced... Especially along with the loss of a large amount of blood and magical energy.
«Oh yes, I forgot to introduce myself...» the boy grinned, and then, coming closer to the wounded old man, he said. — Aaron Bach, glad to meet you today, on such a wonderful fine day. Alas, despite the fact that September this year is amazingly warm, I dare say it's a little chilly at home...
The old man's eyes reddened even more than before, rage swirled inside him again, but with it came an all-consuming sense of powerlessness. Laray could not do anything, he was afraid, and gradually he began his fall into the abyss of despair.
«Shut up...» said Aaron, smiling maliciously right in front of the face of the half-dead old man. «The right decision, I wouldn't care about your pathetic attempts anyway. Whatever you say will not change the fact that the Arcer clan will officially be considered extinct from today...
«For what ...» Larey squeezed out of himself, after which he began to cough up blood.
«Hmm, don't you know? the boy snorted. — Come on... Don't make a fool out of yourself, you know perfectly well why... It's called retribution. Anyway, you shouldn't have killed my parents, you old piece of shit.
— Under...
Before the head of the Arcer clan had time to say his last words, a dagger blade was stuck in his eye socket.
«Ugh, some kind of nonsense, I don't feel any satisfaction from revenge committed with my own hands,» Aaron said irritably, wiping the dagger on the clothes of the murdered man. It won't bring the parents back anyway. Because of you, worthless bastard, I was never able to see my beloved mother, I could not talk to my father, who gave me a name, despite the fact that he outwitted time itself ... I wanted to live without regrets, from scratch, but alas. ..
There was a sound of footsteps behind the boy.
«Sir, the perimeter has been cleared, all guards, servants and even animals have been eliminated,» said the head of the Black Falcon squad, Orion.
«Check the houses, especially look for hidden rooms, cellars or something like that,» Aaron replied, looking at the frozen courtyard with a kind of melancholy. — The Arcer clan is quite ancient, they probably hid a bunch of all sorts of interesting junk in hiding places.
«It will be done, it's a sin for good to disappear,» Orion nodded, and then added. «And if we find prisoners, what will we do with them?» Also remove?
«Most likely, we don't need witnesses, even indirect ones,» the boy replied. «Although, wait, it's better to interview them first, if they are of any value, then we'll think about it...»
The head of the special forces detachment quickly disappeared inside the mansion, and his subordinates followed him there, starting the most pleasant wartime process — the victorious collection of trophies, the plundering of the property of the defeated enemies.
Aaron was in no hurry, he had enough time, for at least another day no one would even know about what happened today at the estate of the Arcer clan. This time is more than enough to cover your tracks and take away everything that is badly nailed down...
It's amazing how easy it really was to destroy an enemy that Bradomir was too tough for. Aaron himself did not fully believe that everything would be so simple, without a hitch and without a hitch, just like clockwork ...
In truth, if it weren't for the knowledge of a person from another universe, Aaron would never have even thought of this way of solving problems. I would wait for the awakening of the divine spark, and then personally cut out the entire Arcer clan.
It's all about the way of thinking, during a past life, when he was the most terrible of necromancers, Aaron always saw the world from the position of a strong one... Of course, he always had a cautious and cunning character, but he perfectly understands that even such a conspiracy, he simply could not.
Maybe it's fantasy, or something else, but Aaron was always more focused on his problems, and on his research ... Everything else was just a background for him, he did not waste time on details. Perhaps his grandfather found himself in a similar situation, Bradomir simply did not notice the obvious problems, all because he firmly believed in his exceptional power.
It would not have been difficult for him, personally, on any day of the week, to visit the estate of the Arcer clan, and cut everyone here, then go to the bathhouse, wash himself ...
Or one could not even bother with something like that, but act like his grandson. Find a weakness — Anna and Susan Arcer, who were accidentally stolen by slave traders, and then use this very weakness to destroy the enemy once and for all.
The girls in Aaron's past life were found in October, the family bought them from the robbers and they returned to their father's house, escaping with a slight fright. The clan at that moment had already come to terms with the loss, and no one was looking for them, but the robbers themselves went to meet them...
Even if he could not remember what happened, Aaron would still find something to cling to... The Arcer clan actually has many vulnerabilities, take at least the head of the clan, who, despite being an ice demigod, who often very restrained and cold-blooded, turned out to be a quick-tempered, narrow-minded old man ...
All that had to be done was to fool two stupid little girls, and then pour a special mixture into their food. Aaron learned the recipe for this poison in his travels when he was trying to find a way to calm the energy of death.
It uses ordinary herbs, and the mucus of a frosty snail, a fairly common magical creature that is completely harmless, but has one interesting ability. Frost Snail is able to absorb frosty energy using slime, accumulate it, and then attack. By mixing her slime with herbs, by processing magical energy, a fairly simple elixir is obtained.
If a demigod of ice drinks such a mixture, he will be able to absorb the energy of opponents with the same element for some time. However, the result will be different if this elixir is drunk by a knight who is unable to control and use ice energy in any way...
He would first absorb her as much as possible if he came into contact with her, and then exceeding a certain limit, he would suddenly release all the accumulated energy through a chaotic explosion of ice energy. Basically, that's exactly what happened... Aaron bet that Laray would lose his temper and attack Anna and Susan in a fit of rage, and she played.
Even if, by some miracle, the extremely hot-tempered head of the Arcer clan acted differently and did not direct the power of his divine spark against the girls, it still would not have saved his family from death today ... Aaron had a few more blanks in his pocket , which, in which case, could possibly be even more effective.
— Mister! Orion shouted from the mansion.
— What?! — Aaron shouted back, more than anything he did not like being distracted from his thoughts, especially from thoughts about his own greatness and superiority.
«There's such a thing... In general, you should see it for yourself, hurry up...»