Chapter 33.5 Our Family Has Declined
Butler Dia, who was waiting outside the door, saw Dacus come out and bowed to him. Then he said, "Master, Master Maranur just came back this morning and is sleeping now. I'm afraid he can't go to the market with you."
Darkus laughed and said, "As expected, isn't it? I have to go out now. See you tonight, Butler Dia."
At the corner of the stairs, he ran into Kesley, the family's champion of law enforcement. Dakuus had heard from his cousin that this Druki had studied at Har Gansi and was an executioner, skilled in wielding a curved executioner's knife. He had never heard him speak, and he seemed to be mute.
Daxus smiled and nodded in greeting. Kesley stood there staring at him blankly, with no change on his face. The two Drukhi passed each other.
In the hall, a waiter walked over quickly, saluted outside Dacus's three swords, and then said, "Master, a noble named Walter Thorn in the waiting room requests to see you."
"Okay, go and tell him to come out and meet me in the stable." After saying that, he walked down the steps, crossed the garden and headed towards the stable. He had to go and see the three Takia siblings.
Daquus was leading his horse when a sluggish Druzy came towards him. He stopped at the position of three swords and said, "Sir, your squire Walter Thorn salutes you!" Then he knelt on one knee with difficulty.
"You came here on horseback?"
"No, sir."
"Can you ride?"
"Yes, sir."
"Get up, ride a horse, do you know where the ancestral home of the Takia family is?"
"I know, sir."
Dacuus looked at Watt, who was wearing only a brown thick-skinned kaitan, without a robe or a hadrica, and without a noble curved sword at his waist.
"What's going on? A broke family? That's impossible?"
Walter climbed onto his horse with great effort and controlled it to within two sword strokes of Daquus.
"Where are your robes and Haderika?"
Walter's face was pale, and he said with lingering fear: "Sir, there were two stone vipers in my closet just now. I reacted quickly and ran out directly, and came directly here." After saying that, he lowered his head.
"Shit, why does this sound so familiar to me? Some kind of Malus script."
Dacus asked, "If I wasn't there, would you have stayed in the waiting room?"
"Yes, sir, I have nothing left."
Dacus shook his head and said, "Let's go to the Takia family. Ride faster."
The two Drukchi nobles galloped on their horses in the noble area. Although Walter's leg was a little lame, his horsemanship was very good.
A patrolling team of city guards passed by Daquus, walking in formation without looking around, as if the two dignitaries did not exist, and the sound of hurried horse hooves seemed to have never reached their ears.
The Takia family's ancestral home was dilapidated, standing out from the surrounding aristocratic estates. It looked incredibly old, with several spires crumbling from years of neglect. Dead vines covered the exterior walls. The garden was overgrown with weeds. Nearby lay a cart and several shovels, some of which had been shoveled up. There were also signs of a struggle, and the place was in a state of disarray.
Darkus looked at the scene before him and wondered, "Has our family fallen? What the hell is this place? Four people would go crazy if they went in there. If you didn't know better, you'd think it was Sylvania. There's probably a vampire sleeping in there."
"My Lord, now?"
"Let's go in and take a look."
After saying this, Dacius dismounted, tied up his horse, and drew his noble curved sword.
I walked up the steps and was about to push open the door of the ancestral home when it opened by itself.
A waiter from the Hell's Disaster Family stepped back and saluted him, and he looked at the waiter.
"Why are you here?"
"Master, it was Butler Diya who sent us here to serve."
Dacus nodded, put away his weapon, and said, "Where are they?"
"Master, they are resting in the bedroom upstairs."
"Is it convenient?"
"Master, they are still sleeping. Do you need me to wake them up?"
"Then I won't go up to disturb them. I'll come back tomorrow. You guys have to take good care of them."
Without waiting for the waiter's reply, he turned and beckoned Walter to leave. He had left in a hurry this morning, so he needed to go back and get some sovereigns, a repeating crossbow, and a flintlock rifle for self-defense. He also wanted to get Walter his own noble robe and curved sword. He could pat his chest and guarantee that the three siblings would be filled with gratitude to Newker tomorrow. Forget it, he didn't want to think about it anymore, he would just let it go.
After coming out of Night Overlord Castle, they walked and talked until they reached the bridge. The group of thugs who collected the "Red Poison River Sightseeing Fee" avoided Daquus from a distance when they saw him.
The bridge is fifteen meters wide, with a statue of Kane standing at the highest point in the center. He is standing with his right foot forward, wearing spiked armor, with his hands raised horizontally, his left hand grasping his heart, and his right hand holding a serrated sword with the tip of the blade facing upwards, with a ferocious expression.
Darkus frowned at the statue and thought, "What a fucking bummer! I'm going to punch you when I see you next time!"
"Where did you go for the trial?"
"My lord, Lyonesse of Bretonnia."
Darkus laughed and said, "Hey, what a coincidence! Did you run into that female knight?"
"Kane, we encountered them, not long after we landed. Not only her, but also the knights she led. Half of the Druzy died on the spot, and only a small number of them managed to get back to the ship."
Dacus looked at Walter sympathetically and said, "I also met a Duruchi who was participating in the trial before. He bumped into me when he was retreating."
Daquus stopped in the middle of the bridge, the cold wind ruffling his hair as he looked at the black arks moored at the noble docks on the west coast, and the countless Druzi plundering ships moored at the east coast docks. The black masts filled the coast of the City of Ships, neatly arranged on the Sea of Resentment that was about to freeze, and on the horizon there were also sporadic Druzi plundering ships returning one after another.
Looking at everything before him, Dacus felt it was extremely unreal, like he was in a dream, but he couldn't wake up no matter what. He was speechless, his eyes closed in pain, letting the cold wind blow over him. After a moment, he opened his arms to embrace the world.
Walter seemed to sense Dacus's emotions, his body trembled slightly, and he looked at Dacus quietly.
After crossing the bridge and walking through the square for a while, Dacus looked at a tavern and said, "Let's go get something to eat first."
It's strange to say, I ate a lot in the morning, but it feels like I didn't eat anything, and now I'm hungry again. Seeing Walter trembling a little, I guess he didn't eat in the morning either.
After tying up the horse, Daxus saw that Walter could dismount normally, so he walked straight up the steps and pushed the door open.
The moment he entered, the previously bustling tavern suddenly fell silent. The owner behind the bar, the scantily clad female Druzy waitress scurrying through the aisles, the rowdy old sea dog, and the mercenaries playing finger-guessing games all stared blankly at Daquus, dressed in a crimson silk robe, wearing a Haderika, and with a noble curved sword hanging from his waist, as if under a spell of silence.
Daxus walked in, waved his left hand casually, and walked towards the bar. The Druzy around him quickly stood up and stepped back. Those who reacted quickly at the door rushed out directly. The bar owner broke out in a cold sweat, swallowed his saliva, and knelt down behind the bar.
"Get up. Sorry for interrupting your business. Send someone to the door to keep an eye on my horse and get me some good food."
After saying that, he took out a sovereign and placed it on the bar. The boss stood up tremblingly and said in a distorted voice, "No delay, no delay. It's my honor that you can come."
Dacus didn't want to waste time talking to him, so Walter asked, "What's there to eat in the store?"
"Sir, we have freshly baked lizard meat and mushroom soup."
Walter looked at Darkus and he nodded.
At this time, there was no fourth Drucci in the store, they had all run away.
Dacus found a relatively clean table and sat down. Walter found a cloth to wipe the table and stood beside him.
"Come here, let's eat together."