Chapter 512: Those of Oaths, Blood and Coin

Chapter 512: Those of Oaths, Blood and Coin

The demon moved like water.

It danced between unconscious drunks and the uneven floor as though moving on flat earth.

Guntile snatched a stone from her pouch, flicking it at the fiend.

The pebble flew true, but the creature ducked low without breaking stride, all in one fluid motion. The stone ruptured against a nearby beam, outlining their attackers form, revealing the gleam of a blade at its waist.

Alexs thoughts raced.NewW novels updates at novelhall.com

He was almost up and out of his seat, ready to defend himself, but a mystifying thought struck him.

If this was an attack, why did the demon have its sword sheathed?

Before Ezerak could draw his weapon, their attacker was mid-leap, hands outstretched like a springing leopards claws, ready to pounce

beneath the table.

In a blur, it shot between their seats, and couched under the tabletop.

Those crimson eyes met Alexs and dark lips below them hissed softly; a finger pressed against them.

They whispered imploringly, words the young, Thameish wizard did not understand.

He spoke in the tongue of demons hed used before. Wait, what now?

A flash of comprehension passed through crimson eyes. You speak a demon tongue? He whispered, surprise clear in his low voice. No matter if you be wizard or scholar, hide me, my friend. Drink and act like I am not here!

What? Alex looked at the other two at the table, they mirrored his puzzled expression.

Clarity came quickly.

From outside, voices were shouting in a language Alex had no knowledge of, and he looked back down at the stranger.

He paused, undecided.

The hells with it, he thought, plopping down on the bench and slapping the seat beside him, his eyes on Guntile and Ezerak.

Both of you, down!

The two mercenaries looked at each other.

Hes paying youand probably me. Guntile sat beside Alex.

Aye, how far kings do fall. Ezerak shook his head, sitting across from them, arms resting on the table.

Folk in the barroom turned away, focusing on their drinks, conversations, and the swaying dancers.

The bartenders eyes had just dropped to a clay cup he was polishing when the door burst open.

A squad of men and womenwell-armed and sheathed in bronze armourrushed into the tavern, khopeshes drawn and shields high, snarls marking their lips. They stopped abruptly, scanning the smoky room, eyes widening at the armoury of deadly weapons before them.

Anger instantly drained away, giving way to restraint.

The lead warrior lowered his shield and weapon, eyeing the patrons in a mixture of surprise and confusion.

Suddenly, Alex felt magic pulse through the air.

The newcomers flinched back, body language hesitant, apprehension marking their faces. With a quick glance at his fellows, the leader nodded to the bartender, speaking to him in a harsh sounding language.

His face neutral, the bartender replied in the same tonguethe words coming easy to his lipsas the warriors frowns deepened.

Three broke off from the group, eyes searching tables for any sign of their quarry.

Those eyes fell on the trio at the table nearest the door.

They strode forward with purpose, one spoke, uttering something in the unfamiliar language.

The young wizard simply sat tall, back straight in his seat, calling upon the Mark.

It brought him images of every minute shift in their body language since theyd come through the door

He altered his own posture, setting his jaw, eyes steely like someone used to command.

Thankfully, he was in the market for very, very dangerous at the moment.

You said you killed a demon. Alex leaned forward. Do you often do that?

Much of my trade and life is focused on it. Kyembes eyes hardened. Their kind is filth, and many hold folk in their claws. Why not destroy them? Let them be in fear for a change.

I can get behind that, Alex said slyly. Tell me, you speak this tongue of demons very well, have you ever been to the hells.

Once. It was not a pleasant ti The man paused, a sudden dawning of understanding entering his eyes. Aaaaahhhh, you seek to lead a raid into a demons stronghold? Looking to hire swords. Yeeessssnow that I look closely, you have the look ofwell, to be honest, you have the look of a wrestlerbut you also have the look of a wizard. And few mortals but those who practise such arts have such a command over the tongues of demons. Well, if that is your purpose, you can count on my sword, my ring and my magics. Although

He glanced down at the shabby tunic covering his torso. I would appreciate ameal, if you could, as poorly as that reflects on me.

Alex smiled, clapping him on the shoulder. What kind of boss would I be if I didnt make sure my mercenaries were well fed. All three of them.

Waitso Ive got the job too? Guntile asked.

Lets just say your rock throwingrocks. Your skill made an impression. Alex grinned.

Oh Ezerak murmured awkwardly.

What? Guntile frowned.

Kyembe let out a deep chuckle, which made Alex like him immediately, even if their chance meeting aroused his suspicions.

A demon slayer that happened to wander right into his hands when he was looking to slay demons? He wouldnt rule out coincidenceor some cryptic prophecy business, considering this place and what the bartender had saidbut the timing seemed a little too perfect.

It made him wonder if there was more going on here than it seemed, if maybe Zonon-In had gotten wind of Baelins plans and wanted a spy among their ranks. The chancellor had warned him about some of the rogues in this place.

Anyway, better to keep a close eye on traitors, Alex thought, remembering Amir. If you are a spy or an assassin, Kyembe the Spirit Killer, then lets have you right within Baelin-scrutinising, and Claygon-blasting distance, shall we?

Well, are we not a merry band? Kyembe said. Is this all of us?

The door burst open again, this time bringing in cold air and snow along with the towering, armour-clad figure whod exited before.

With armour clinking, he made a line directly for their table.

An intimidating air radiated from him as he stopped before them, looming like an oak tree.

I heard everything. His words were clipped. Precise. You seek to slay demons and rob them. You wish to pay. I wish to be paid. I am Celsus. Ezerak can vouch for me.

Wait, what do you mean you heard everything? Alex was startled.

His peoples ears are as sharp as diamonds, I wouldnt be surprised if he heard half the whispers in here. Celsus, are you sure youre interested? the former king seemed surprised.Its not like you to get involved unless the job really moves you.

It did. Ive had run-ins in the hells. Any plan against their masters? I want to be part of. He growled, raising his visor.

An elfs features were revealed, one with ghostly-white skin and not a trace of hair anywhere on his head, not even above his eyes, giving his large, strange eyesgold, with red flecksan intimidating cast.

Id hire him, Ezerak said. Few warriors are his match in this whole place, and thats saying something.

Agreed, Guntile joined in. He isntthe most subtle, but if we have him as our backup, you can count our opponents as good as dead.

I like the sound of that, Alex said, looking at Kyembe. What do you think?

The Spirit Killer leaned back, spreading his hands helplessly. Do not look at me! After all, I just got here.

Alex took a long look at the tall, pallid elfhis body language was odd. He seemed to be hiding no ill-intent, but then again, the way he moved was almost alien.

Definitely in Claygon range. The young wizard thought.

Right, welcome aboard Celsus, he said. And to answer your question, Kyembe, this is almost the whole team. I hired another mercenary and well have a friend of mine accompanying us. But yeah, thats it.

So, including you Guntile counted on her fingers. Seven. Small team for a raid on the hells.

And possibly an expendable one, Alex thought, stymying his guilt. But, in the end, better us than everyone close to me.

Yep, its seven. A magnificent seven, he said. No wait, theres Claygon too, so more like an eight really. A hateful eight?

What are we hating? Guntile asked.

Hopefully not ourselves for taking this joband speaking of the job, let's get to it in more detail. He waved Celsus down to take a seat at the table.

Nowtell me, how many of you have seen performers at a fair. How many of you can dance?