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Chapter 82 - Chapter 82

— Understood.

— Well, since that's clear, let's pack up everything that's not packed yet and head home, — Alexander stood up, — And yes — everyone ate?

— They drank everything and it's all good, if that's what you mean, — Sergey smirked.

— The girls seem completely drunk, — Leonid also got up, — their eyes are all weird and they're giving the prisoners nasty looks. I left extra guards there. Blood messes with people's minds somehow — once you drink, you want more and can't stop, damn it.

— Yeah, that's for sure.

Everyone nodded in agreement and each pondered their own thoughts.

"I'll have to find out the limit of our satiety soon," Alexander left himself a reminder — "It's an important question."

The vampires comprising the command of the small squad rose as if on cue and began to exit the tent, and soon the small squad started its journey toward the place they now called home for the night.

— Baron, understand that we don't want to offend you, but your conditions are unacceptable. We don't understand why we should pay you for something that didn't happen?

— What's not to understand? I am a nobleman, and as such, I was supposed to negotiate the ransom for Baron Erk and his knight from captivity and receive this ransom myself, while you were only entitled by right of transfer of the ransom to pay money. Since I can't receive the ransom for your prisoner, as you let him slip away, I wish to receive the money I lost due to the negligence of your warriors. And I want to get it from you!

The argument had been going on for ten minutes already and it was a dead end, utterly and completely. On the way home, Semen realized that the captured baron and knight could in no way be handed over to the locals, which stunned everyone slightly.

They really couldn't be handed over — they had seen too much. They stood on the hill and saw how in a minute their squad, from the fierce power of the surrounding rocks, turned into a pile of dead bodies. Everyone understood that people couldn't do such a thing. Releasing prisoners was impossible, as was handing them over to anyone.

But they were noble, and it is customary to take the bodies of nobles from the battlefield and hand them over to their families — also for ransom. They didn't dare organize a death on the way and simply arranged things so that Baron Erk and the knight accompanying him on this campaign, in the morning, in the eyes of numerous witnesses, escaped, just missing the city.

In the forest, of course, they caught up with them, killed them, and hid their bodies, and then half a day, fortunately clouds hung thick and low, spent on a feverish search, or rather pretending to search for them for the people of Savoyard while quietly sleeping in the forest.

Having thus given half a day to rest, Alexander went to pay his respects to the local baron, who, accepting gifts in the form of part of the trophies, suddenly demanded from them both the lost profit—the money he could have received for the ransom of the captured baron.

The local made a scene like the most brazen ram, although his demands went against all the rules. Alexander was already beginning to get angry, when suddenly, next to the baron, jumped an 'Savoyard' advisor, whom the vampires called a councilor and whispered directly into his ear:

— We need to talk.

Thanks to a keen ear, Alexander heard this, but what he whispered into his master's ear in the corner is no longer there, even the most sensitive hearing has limits. These whispers greatly annoyed the acknowledged bastard, the present baron was very cunning and calculating, here he was trying to do some nonsense.

"The baron patiently listened to his advisor, casting dark glances at the leader of the vampires. Finally, it ended, and the baron turned back to his abandoned interlocutor:

'Dear sir, I withdraw my demand for compensation from you for the lost portion of my ransom. I thank you for the generous gifts you have brought me, as well as for freeing those entrusted to me to guard the lands from the enemy unit. To conclude our conversation, I would like to ask what you intend to do with the armor of Baron Erk and the knight, whose name you still have not learned, as well as their horses?'

'How could I not recognize him, Knight Gotl, that healthy lad who served as the baron's commander and deputy,' Alexander thought.

After the baron's question, Alexander felt even more strongly the desire to know exactly what this cunning scoundrel had whispered and what advice he had given; the change in mood was too obvious."

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