- Tell me how things are at the camp," came from beneath the hood.
- All is well, Your Grace! We have no sick, thanks to your care. No dead. The boys are eating to their hearts' content, there's plenty of food.
- You're eating convicts?
- That's right, Your Grace, - the warrior didn't try to hide the obvious fact, as he didn't see anything shameful in it.
- Any problems with them?
- They're all fucked up, Your Grace. There aren't enough cesspools. We don't have time to dig! There are too many of them, - complained the commander, - But apart from that, everything is normal, quiet and calm.
- And quiet among themselves? - Alexander was surprised, given all the memories stored in his memory.
- Well, they fight among themselves every day! Already almost two dozen corpses! They fought mine to mine the other day! - The mercenary chuckled, "It was fun.
- How did the king's representative react to it?
- He didn't see the fight, Your Grace.
- What does that have to do with the fight?! How did he react to the deaths of the convicts?
- He told them to report all the bodies to him, Your Grace!
- That's it? - The vampire was surprised again, the deaths among the prisoners must have been very upsetting to the royal representative, who was the only royal official for miles around.
- That is correct, your grace. He said nothing more.
"Apparently he doesn't keep accurate records and will simply write off everyone on a per-unit basis rather than on paperwork. Shall I buy more convicts from him while it's free?"
But Alexander banished the last thought, realizing that the convicts would be recalled to him for more than one day. His decision regarding the convict women was too unexpected and ambiguous.
When Alexander went to his tent, he made sure that everyone was in place and no one had entered his temporary dwelling. All the beacons were in place. So was the smell. Immediately leaving the tent, the vampire headed for the forest, not even bothering to think of any justification for this strange act.
Leonid met him with a desperate yawn. It was obvious that the triumvir's arrival had woken him up.
After exchanging greetings, Alexander got straight to the point and said that this night we should make a training infiltration into Zalon, and next night we should try to kill the rebel archmage. There is no other time, the army is lifting the siege.
- We'll do it if we have to," Leonid sat down, wrapping himself in his cloak.
- How are things going here?
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