A loud laugh interrupted the centurion's sentence.
- That's funny. Sectarians... They're mages. They must be fleeing from Valeria, as rumor has it that several councilors there have not shared something among themselves. So they're hiding the fact that they're mages. But their chief is definitely a mage, his habits are too characteristic, and his hands didn't know how to work and hold a sword. They wanted to settle in Orod, but they were just getting ready for war with us, and they were asked to join the royal army.
- That's why they're armed like the Orodians! - The centurion looked like a man who suddenly had one less secret.
- And that is why they destroy them with such enthusiasm, - the baron looked at his soldier condescendingly, - sometimes you have to think with your head.
- That's what we have you for, Mr. Baron. My business is to cut down your enemies!
The baron obviously liked the centurion's answer. Smiling favorably, he went to the stairs.
- Don't forget to find out more about them, Mith. They're not as simple as they seem. There may not be a Valerian Master or two among them.
He could no longer see the frightened faces of his servants.
Settling into the new place went smoothly. Tents and tents were set up a little away from the site where the houses were to be built. Besides this shore, it was decided to actively use the opposite, royal shore.
To begin with, a suspension bridge was thrown on the other bank, and the construction of a quality bridge was entrusted to Orlov, explaining that the base of the bridge should be almost reinforced concrete and eternal, but everything above the water surface should be wooden and look weak and unreliable.
After scratching his head, the big man started building. On the other shore, besides the dugouts for themselves, they placed all the prisoners. Except for the girl. They took her to live next to them and even gave her clothes.
Unfortunately, after her period was over, the attempt to place her with the rest of the prisoners failed. Once she was near a dozen naked men, she was raped not even half an hour later. Or rather, they tried to rape her. One of the guards became interested in the commenced fuss and immediately cooled down the ardor of grief-lovers.
And he did it in the most uncomplicated way - by showing them his fangs. Almost classic vampire fangs, which grew right before the eyes of the prisoners, perhaps, forever made them powerless on the male side. The guard, on the other hand, simply grew his fangs, in much the same way that mages put up a "stone wall". The story got publicized, and now almost all vampires flaunted their fangs to each other from time to time.
Olga, having gone headlong into work, actively drew plans and projects. Her subordinates had already started erecting several log buildings. For the time being, it was for household purposes. So to speak, they were perfecting the technology. It was decided to put the dwelling houses on deep foundations, and in the future to dig tunnels from one house to another, and ideally to the other side of the river.
In one place a hole was even dug, and the workers discovered that at a depth of about three meters the ground ended and a granite slab began. The news pleased Olga and she promised good houses and shelters for everyone by the first snow. However, she demanded almost everyone to help her, including children.
- Yes, perhaps you're right and there's no hurry. Is there anything else? - Alexander looked around at the people sitting around the fire.
"Vampires, not humans," he corrected himself mentally, "We need to stop thinking of ourselves as humans."
There was a look of boredom and mild discontent on the faces of most of them.
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