Chapter 11 11. Jioniva
, the bully, nodded with satisfaction at Darkus’ answer, because this was the most respectful and humble surrender he had ever seen so far.
"Well said, Baldek Blackblade of the Thousand Devours. I accept your surrender. You will be treated fairly before you are handed over to our Duke Herpanse de Leonis.
" Keus then said politely: "I wonder if you can give me one last help? The moment I prepared dinner, you captured us. Can you give me a chance to have the last meal? If you are willing I would be very honored if you join."
Joniva and Bassetine looked at each other, and Bassetine said: "Why not?" Joniva said enthusiastically: "I'm a little hungry too." He handed the rifle to him. To the attendant, he dismounted and took Darkus' noble curved sword.
Bassetine also turned over and dismounted, looked at Darkus, and imitated his father's intimidating tone and said: "Be careful, Druch. If you make any abnormal move, you and your subordinates will be punished with the most painful death." "
Single Go ahead and tell Druzi about the most painful death?" After thinking about it, Darkus smiled and said: "I assure you, my lord, the food is cooked by me myself. It is neither poisonous nor harmful. Administer the medicine. I swear to Loyk, the God of Faith, that you will eat and leave the tent unscathed." He made an elegant noble salute.
The interior of the tent was woven with druzi-style patterns of silk and was illuminated by ceiling candles. A small feast was laid out on a beautiful long table, and the tent was filled with aromas.
Two Druchi nobles and two Bretonnian nobles sat opposite each other enjoying a feast.
Joniva held the wine glass and curiously asked Dacus: "You said you are from the Thousand Bites family, then why are you called Black Blade? Shouldn't you be called Thousand Bites?"
Dacus smiled and poured the wine. He entered the wine glass and said: "This is my life experience. This story is too long to tell. Are you willing to listen to this story?"
Joniva said in a curious tone: "Tell me about it."
Joniva and Bassetine However, stay vigilant and be wary of unusual movements. But stories are the best pastime at the tables of Bretonnian nobles.
Darkus took a sip of wine gracefully and said, "This is a very cliché thing." Then he cut off a piece of the barbecue on the plate. He continued in a heavy tone: "A long time ago, Chaos erupted from the rift and swept the world. We followed the steps of the first Phoenix King Aenarion, drove out Chaos, closed the Chaos Rift, and saved the world. After that, our legitimate Phoenix King Malekith was not recognized, and the civil war started. Father and son brothers of the same family drew swords at each other. The mother chased the child with a sword on the street, and the child stabbed the mother with a spear. After a long battle, Countless cities and villages were destroyed, our homeland, the Kingdom of Nagaryth, was torn apart, and those loyal to the Phoenix King were exiled. My family came to Nagaryth on a black ark, and the name Nagaryth is to commemorate Our former home, Nagaryth. The black ark washed up on the shores of the Cold Sea and ran aground. The family settled there and took root."
Next to him, Franais was eating the steak in front of him with a calm expression. He understood Bartoni Asian language.
"Basestine, this steak is unparalleled, you must try it." Joniva interrupted Darkus' story and pushed the steak to Bassestine.
Darkus raised his eyebrows and said, "Thank you for your recognition of my cooking skills. You can try this baked snail dish. I made it according to the Bretonnian method."
Bassetine said while cutting the steak. : "Please continue. I am very interested in your story." Darkus continued his narrative: "The war lasted for several generations, and countless divided families fought countless battles for the Phoenix King and the False King. The war came Coming and going, each family thought the other was dead or forgotten by time. During a battle, my father met my mother. When he was still in the Kingdom of Nagaryth, my mother's family's manor was in Qian. Next door to the Qie family manor, the two families have been friendly for generations. Unfortunately, she was captured and gave birth to me."
Franais was drinking Portuguese wine with a glass of wine when he heard what Darkus made up was so outrageous. It was true. I couldn't hold it anymore and almost choked the wine into my lungs. Feeling the strange gaze, Franais put down the wine glass and said in Bretonnia: "I'm sorry, gentlemen, I have just recovered from a serious injury."
Darkus glanced at Franais and continued to speak in a sad tone. Said: "My mother died not long after giving birth to me. I was ostracized by my family since I was a child. My father and brothers beat and scolded me arbitrarily and regarded me as a shame to the family. Once, my brothers stuffed me into a barrel with something in it. A very poisonous stone viper, I squeezed its head with my hands, and I stayed with the poisonous snake all night. Another time, they said they would take me hunting, and I was so happy that I couldn't sleep all night. I thought They finally accepted me, the result."
As he was talking, Darkus suddenly stopped and looked up at the candle on the ceiling. The candlelight shone on Darkus' face, and tears rolled in his eyes.
"I was the prey. My brothers kept chasing me. I could only run as hard as I could and kept running. They deliberately shot arrows at my side, kept laughing, insulting me, and humiliating me. I want to turn around and face them calmly and fight with them, but I really can't muster up the courage. I'm just a loser. I hate it so much."
Darkus picked up the wine glass and drank the Portuguese wine in one gulp, adjusting After losing his emotions, he continued: "I am sixteen this year. According to the tradition of Druchi society, when a noble reaches adulthood at the age of sixteen, he needs to conduct a plundering and sailing trial. The captain threw me on the shore and sailed away. I You can never go back, and you don't have to go back."
Duzi's story was full of loopholes, but no one could believe it.
Bassetine sighed, shook his head and said: "Illegitimate son, alas."
Darkus then continued: "I have a brother named Lacasse."
Joniva raised his head suddenly and asked: " In the year 996 of the Bretonian calendar, Druch invaded Briogne, and Duke Corentin died in the battle. The leader was named Lacasse. Is he your brother?"
Darkus nodded and said, "Yes, that's him. ."
Joniva and Bassetine looked at each other, with surprise and then disappointment in their eyes.
Joniva sighed and said: "The Duke of Corentin's family is extinct."
Darkus closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the rising tide outside. It was like thunder rolling, and the wave was getting closer, like a mighty army with thousands of horses. The ground surged forward.
"Sorry."
(End of chapter)