Six Of Foxes (Six Foxes)

Silva

Silva has two questions: the cake and the shirt. He should be working under now, otherwise his superiors would be fiery again. But today she was even dangling in her comfortable chair while brushing pastry setoples. It's a tough question for Silva, if he keeps eating, the cake will run out soon. But if she holds it, this cake is too good to hold. He rubbed a piece of cake from the jar and muttered with his mouth full. "What do you want, Ken?"

    "There are crumbs in your cleavage."

    "No matter," Silva said as he picked up some more bread.

    "Does anyone feel like they failed at being human?" Ask Ken.

    "He has lost the one he loves."

    Ken's a little bit of a head bobble, maybe he's amused. Silva doesn't need to run anywhere to make money, he creates calmness, excitement, makes a new day for whiny people. He did not need a bed to make his patients satisfied. Most Juwels devote their expertise to healing or killing. So, it seems that they have to risk their lives and earn a large wage for the mercenaries. Silva needs a job to survive in Moontown.

    Silva can control the human mind, making them a rogue dog rolling here and there. Can relax muscles, stop breathing. Silva's side business as a remodeler, he can also change the face of a human with the aim of eliminating traces and spies. Poking their noses, making a Kalterville-style frowning face, fiddling as they please. But his main job as a mood maker is to make people good. The one who came in a state of sadness, emptiness, emptiness, could disappear after meeting Silva. Not for long, his joy was only short and his disappointment would come back. But the illusion can make them have a new day. When Ken asked why, Silva said, "I don't want anyone to think anything."

    "Males don't need beds to think things through, Silva."

    Silva put on an uncertain face, "You know what Ken is? Let go of your gloves and we'll prove where it came from."

    Ken just kept staring at Silva coldly until the girl stared him down.

    "Do you know much about arta mortem?"

    Silva shook his head. "Not much, I just get wind of it being a cure for the spirit enhancer, and over time the news starts to fade, like nonsense."

    Ken sat on the soft seat and his right leg rested on his left leg. "That conversation wasn't pleasantries" Ken said. "And it's real. Plus, if you're really a fine Juwel warrior like I thought, you wouldn't be willing to hear your people become test rabbits."

    Silva does not understand what Ken means, if it goes against his people, Silva must intervene. "Tell me."

    Ken started talking. He deliberately covered up Etz Djel's problem for his good name, but he told Silva of Erikson's problem, arta mortem, the potion's side effects to zero. Specifically underlining the woman he met in the alley. Ken intentionally covered up.

    "Then, hasn't Erikson been wiped out?" Silva is willing to bet that if Erikson had been at the Royalemerald, he would have been eliminated.

    "Juragan wouldn't bother to give this much in return if they thought Erikson was dead, he looked alarming, '" Ken said, closing his eyes. "I have received all the information of his agents, and all of them are trustworthy. If everything is true and Erikson is alive, why don't we take his rations" Ken raised both hands.

    "The merchant called you?" Silva asked, "if he's still alive, it means we have to eliminate him."

    "It's not our job, Silva."

    "Money doesn't matter, Ken.

    It is precisely in Ken's mind that money is the most important, but this becomes two pressures for him. Silva loved his country and his people, he held fast to the future of Juwel and the first army, the Juwel elite. The story of him being attacked by the troops of Barchen believes his friends that Silva is really dead. And to this end, Silva still wants them to think so. But one day he hopes to be back with them.

    "Silva, I'm going to get Erikson out of the Royalemerald, and for that I need a Soulvalin, I want you to be one of my members."

    "Wherever he was hiding, and you found him eventually and set him free, that was an outrageous act, I refused."

    "I also need someone who knows the outside-in Royalemerald."

    Instantly he stopped turning his back. He jumped up from his chair and paced back and forth while furrowing his chin. Occasionally looking at Ken's face looking at him, he shook his head. Ken's eyebrows aren't raised at all, but his legs are starting to fall off.

    "You are indeed b*jing*n\, Ken. How many times have I come to you begging you to release Reader? And this time you want something from me\, you can help me if you want\," Silva turned his body around so he could look at the man.

    "For what?"

    "A. I could have helped you if..."

    "Since when have I done something for free, Silva?"

    Silva opened his mouth, then closed it back.

    "Do you know, Silva. How many people do I need? How many bribes do I have to pay for his freedom? The price of freedom is too high."

    "And now?"

    "From now on the new Reader's freedom is worth."

    "Hey, not from the beginning--"

    Ken raised his right hand to stop Silva. "Judge for me."

    Silva twirled his cheeks. "If you manage to release him, Van won't approve of your plan."

    "I'm a bargain expert, Silva."

    "No to Reader, Ken. You don't know her."

    "Masa? He's human, that means he's the same as everyone else, driven by honor and pain. You should understand better than the others."

    "Honor is enough, and you can't negotiate with him."

    "It used to be, Silva, but he's been through long days. Reader has changed a lot."

    Her green eyes sparkled with glass. "Have you ever met him?"

    "Yes," Ken's response was quick.

    Silva took a deep breath with a tremble. He didn't want to tell Ken anything about Reader, but the desire to free Reader seemed to be controlled by his own heart. "He wants revenge, Ken."

    "That's not his need, but it's what he wants." Ken said as if he had gone through various things of pain.

    "If we want to jack up the bargain, we have to know their differences."

    "Give it to me."

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    The current makes the rowboat faster. Silva's stomach was nauseous from the strong swaying of the water along with the spontaneous flutter of paddles slapping the water. The fog covered their view, but this vaguely assisted with Moontown lights. Looking from afar and disappearing from afar, Silva focused his attention on the lights. Helf paddled quickly and aggressively to drive them to Toram, one of the smallest islands in Moontown, getting closer to Raregate and Reader.

    Silva meets with Ken and Helf at the fourth port. They'll make a mess in jail, not for fun. So why do we dress like we want to party? Ken gave him a bright purple chiffon robe and a matching mask, a more luxurious level cloth and classic-costumes of the merchants who rained money from the roof. While Ken wears a green robe with a crazy-looking mask, so does Helf.     "Lose your cover" Ken now elbowed Silva, and he put on his own big-mouthed mask with clear eyes.

    Now Silva's almost given up and there's no reason why we're wearing costumes? He realized, it turned out that he was not just the three on this road. There were other boats that carried the Mad One, the Red Lord, the Bride, the Fire Lord. What events made them come to Raregate? Ken declined to specifically deliver on his mission. When Silva insisted, "Just get on the boat" he said. That's Ken.

    Silva did not need to say anything, Reader's freedom always thrashed in his head, his mind bulldozed out Silva's power.

    As their lifeboats swiped through the sand, the two guards immediately ran towards them and dragged the boat to get more attached to the bottom. Silva's vision was faintly blurry because of his mask. If not mistaken, he saw a tattoo under their arm that was in the shape of an Ice element and Death's writing with Latin letters. It was no mistake that they were members of the Ice Death, or it could also be called Deal.

    "Money" said one of them.

    Ken gave them a wad of money. And after the money was counted, the Ice Death members let them into the gate.

    Silva stepped forward to offset Ken's path. They entered into a large door, it was not strange that Raregate turned out to have a neat kitchen. Ice Death guided them into the Raregate deeper. They were led to a circular staircase to climb up to the second tower.

    "Where are we going?" Silva asked, but Ken was silent.

    The wind blew fiercely above this, Silva's vision was not one hundred percent correct because it was blocked from narrowing the mask's eyes. While they walked into the next door, a figure emerged from in the shadows and Silva nearly let out a scream.

    "Crista?" Said flutter. The girl was wearing a hooded, murderous robe, but her murderous nature seemed to be covered with cute devil horns. The jasn is left open so that its movement is free. Although his face was covered Silva could understand very well, no one else could move like that. As if this area is like a playground only specifically for him.

    "Well are you here?" Silva said.

    "I'm here first, put on a corpse-burning barge."

    Gigi Silva vibrates. "Did they go back and forth to Raregate just for a walk?"

    "Yes, once," said Krista with her horns up and down following the rhythm of her steps.

    "What does it mean to be-"

    "Shut up" Ken spoke up.

    "Don't order me as you please, Lunark." snorted Silva. "It turns out that getting into the Raregate is as simple as this--"

    "The hard one came out" continued Ken. "Now shut your mouth and open your eyes wide."

    Want as wide as possible the results are still narrow. In front of him was a doorman who was probably in Reader's cage.

    The Ice Death member held a rifle and shouted, "Four more people." His words are like a boisterous crowd.

    Then he looked at Ken. "If we get out of this place, the guards will send an escort? So we can't run around."

    "Ah, of course-of course, I just don't dare to imagine that." Ken said behind his strange mask.

    "Good fun" said the guard and opened the door wide.

    Silva went inside and felt completely blown away in a real wind of nightmares. They were standing in the stone audience. The tower was dredged and created an arena. Torches were blown away, Silva saw men and women grinding their feet to the bottom, shouting with clenched hands and crumbling banknotes in his hands. The roof was smashed to a point, then with the power to see thick clouds covering the stars in the sky. Silva fluttered to see those who were betting money, humans or animals would win.

    "Explain," hardik Silva.

    "Welcome to Hellgame, Rav gets the transaction and puts it to the board appropriately" Ken told the story.

    "The merchant knows?"

    "Of course, Silva. The business path promises."

    Silva strengthened his fist, Ken's style of speech deserved a slap. Smoke still emerged from the body of the fighter, but the crowd even mocked each other. Not that they are happy to complain.

    "Why are they complaining? Didn't they come here to see something like this?" Nina asked angry.

    "They want a fight" Ken said, "they hope the guy can last longer."

    "Ken, they're prisoners."

    "Laborers and deceivers like your kind."

    "Silva is sweet, they fight not because they are forced. They were waiting in line to get this fight. The fighters will be rewarded with more fancy food, sit with the girls, and other interesting things."

    Helf relaxed his hand. "It looks interesting, even better than Krisbow."

    That man must have gone crazy, Krisbow was indeed like a man-made hell, but this was truly a real hell. Probably right, they were lining up for this chance. But the one who got the real money was Rav Frederic.

    "Readers... Reader's not gonna be in this fight, is it?" Silva said slowly.

    "We're not here to receive tears." Ken.

    That guy's not just worth slapping. "You're clearly aware, aren't you, that I could make you wet your pants."

    "Survey, Silva. I love these pants and, if you mess with my vital organs, Van Reader I'll make sure you don't have any children from tomorrow."

    Silva could glare at Ken. His breath was stifled with rage.

    "Silva--" Krista started

    "Don't interfere, Krista."

    "Not a problem, but let Ken do his thing."

    "He's cruel."

    "But potent. If you're angry because he's cruel and unforgiving, it's the same as being angry with the stove because it's hot. You know Ken's nature, don't you?"

    Silva's lips docked to form like a line. "I also want to make you wet your pants."

    "I? Why?"

    "No idea, I just want to."

    The girl squeezed Silva's shoulder, and then also held Krista's hand.

    Meanwhile, the gate was opened next for the sake of next. Silva was just dumbstruck throughout the fight and muttered that he would soon meet Reader. Pray that the possibility is not as severe as Silva imagined. The fighters choose their opponents, and the most savage the prize is worth it as well. He could only wail sitting sweetly with Krista beside him. Ken sees every fight. Silva did not know for sure how that person would react, which was clear he was silent like a rock. And if Reader is successfully ejected, Silva will still slap him.

    But, when Reader came out of the mouth of the cave, things instantly changed. Silva recognized him more than his friends, and the figure was no stranger to the man being Reader. Her long golden hair and jaw were impossible to spot. Silva knows that he was wrong, Ken said, but he was right: Reader has changed a lot. His blazing eyes and looking like a wolf were strangers.

    Silva remembers when he first met her. Because of the appearance of Reader, Silva so blame the world that destiny is not fair. He was lost in the woods and a heavy snowstorm. Reader happened to pass by that night and saw a girl who was walking about all alone. He was a soldier who was very loyal to his Queen and pure-hearted, his job was to hunt juwel witches. He would catch every witch, but he wasn't so tough when he saw Silva struggling for life in a snowstorm. Reader takes him to his snow train and warms Silva's shivering body. The man wondered why Silva was alone? The magician Juwel should not be alone, but in groups. One year ago, Silva was left in a small house and fresh fire melted the freeze on his body.

    Now Reader is reflected as a true killer. When the chain was released, he jumped down as well as the roar of the crowd cheering him on. "Open the gate!" The gate is turned by the executioner. Various giants were inside the cave, it was not an animal, it was monsters. "It could be much worse" Helf said behind him.

    "No," said Silva shaking his head in the sense of wanting all this to stop. He snatched Ken's hand and felt that the young man's muscles stiffened when Silva touched him. "Ken, please, you have to stop this."

    "Take me off, Silva." His voice was slow and raucous, but Silva could sense the threat within.

    "Please, Ken. You're not gnawing-" Ken managed to get his hand out of Silva's grasp.

    "If he survives, I'll get the Reader out today, but this part we'll have to rely on."

    "You don't understand" his fiery eyes seemed useless when combined with the young man.

    Not if it's a wolf, it's his best friend, an animal known as the family in Barchen. Instantly the wolves escaped from their enclosure, and vied to annex Reader. If he did not dodge, both of his arms would have sustained heavy injuries. The young man jumped back and kicked one of the wolves close to him. For the first time Silva saw the young man's attack hurt the wolf. The reader picked up the spear behind him and was about to spread the spear. The movement is slow, so the animal first pounced on the reader elbow. Silva knew that the young man did not exert all his abilities, he was lackluster and uninspired.

    Reader grinned and slammed hard the wolf, could have his hands off because of the momentum swing earlier. "Avoid that, Reader." Silva's voice of despair. The animal groaned in pain and limped, but not yet there, Reader still had to face three wolves, not to mention the two wolves were back to fight. On the left and right side was a wolf who lowered his head and bared his teeth. Reader tried to negotiate, but the wolves would not listen to him. Indeed the animals could not dodge, but they would attack together and, get instalments attack after attack even though one of them was injured.

    Sooner or later, Reader has to finish this fight. There is no rest, there are only two ways to finish this game: win or get killed. Reader ran to and fro and dodged every attack, the young man also had a plan to defeat the wolves, both squeaky, one after another. Once again the wolf managed to grab Reader's right foot, swayed to a blinding and Silva could feel a great pain. The cucumbers rumbled more and more at the sight of this fight, no one turned this sight away or complained, everything was glued towards Reader. So did Silva who had been dumbstruck into a heavy shock.

    The wolf sped on without a plan, giving the young man a chance. When the wolf opened its mouth, Reader thrust his spear into the wolf's mouth. Then the animal slid off and did not move. The reader took the pieces of stone and then rained on them, he took the pieces of taper bone and stuck the bone into the neck of the wolf blinded by it, again and again. This time his movements increased, but it still weakened due to the wolf attack.

    One more time, this fight will be over. The reader was beaten and battered there, he fell weakened with a crouching position, wolves are still effective looking for a swing to jump. As soon as he jumped up, the young man was not strong enough to dodge, and the wolf grabbed Reader's left forearm. He groaned with the wolf on it. Silva immediately thought that the young man would give up his life. Then Reader stretched out her hand to the sand, fumbling whatever she would get. His fingers picked up a medium-sized stone and hit the wolf's head as hard as he could. The wolf remained attached to his arm, but Silva understood that the animal was weakening. The young man opened the wolf's jaws wide, Reader's muscles stiffened, his face moody. Silva closed his eyes tightly. There was a sound of crutches that made pain. The audience howled for pleasure.

    "Again! Again!"

    "Where did they take him?" Tanya Silva was shivering.

    "Cell, to rest" said Ken.

    "Which took care?"

    "Here is the medic" Ken elbowed Silva, "ready? First the guards. That one we just passed, he's focused on seeing the show."

    Silva and the others followed Ken towards the cell door. The crowd ignored them, as well as the guards.     "All right, that's the one you're taking care of, Silva."

    Silva glanced at the guard standing in the middle of the hallway door. "How much?" How bad do you want it to be?

    "Muck," make him faint.

    Ken approached the hallway to the warden. "Need bodyguards?"

    "I have a question" Ken said under his cape, while Silva's fingers danced to feel the blood flow, the tempo of the breath, and the guard's heartbeat.

    "How's your mother and the sparrows doing?"

    Silva felt a thumping pulse. "Don't like it in a decent way, Ken?"

    Meanwhile the guard sighed and moved forward while threatening with his weapon. "What did you say? Will---" his eyes started to drool. "No-will-" Silva put down the man's pulse and fell him forward. Before touching the ground Helf had caught the guard and, Krista had put Ken's robe on some time ago and put on a crazy mask. Silva was surprised, it turns out that behind Ken's robe using the wardrobe. Helf beat the man so impressed like a drunk. They then placed it onto one of the benches attached to the wall.

    "Can't you ask me about the weather or something?" Silva's birthday. "And whose wardrobe is that?"

    Ken tidied up the suit. "Listen Silva dear, People will give honor if they dress well. I've got kardolla uniforms, government guards, and ship employee uniforms from all ports in Moontown. Let's go."

    Silva felt nausea in his stomach. Then they went into the corridor, and headed to the resting cell. Ken had to go first to check every corner and roof as if there were other guards. They made it through each corridor, there was only one door locked and that was where the cell was. Ken took a few seconds to fiddle with the padlock. The door creaked open, the cell room was pitch-black. They have to go in so they can see.

    Krista raised a bone lamp made of red deep fish, usually this lamp is used by some people Krisbow in a dark place. The cell is clean, Silva thought. The Raregate fighters only fought for the empty place of the cocoon, a sheet of blankets, buckets to urinate, and clean water. As silence passed, Reader was sitting against the wall with her eyes closed. The Juwel girl reflexively approached him.

    "Hold, Silva." Ken clutched his hand.

    "I can cure him" Silva said. His ability does focus on the human body, but Silva is not as adept as Je Lita.

    "Let Krista check it out." Meanwhile, Krista stepped forward with a bone lamp that leaned forward using a cane, she examined each of the man's wounds.

    "His elbows are sliding, the right tooth is dislodged, the left bone is broken, and the right leg is sliding too."

    "His left or yours?" Ask Ken.

    "His side."

    Helf carefully removed his robe, now he looked like a prisoner. Silva looked at Reader and Helf alternately. From there he realized, his body is equally sturdy Ken uses Helf as a substitute player.

    "No-no, "reject Silva. "Where can we replace Helf as a Reader? Besides, I can do a face remodel, but if it gets that detailed, where can it be?"

    "Readers get bitten here and there, and people will think that he has rabies. So, Reader will be quarantined until she recovers. Understood?"

    Silva was breathing neatly, he understood the young man's intentions. But...

    "It's okay, Silva. I can hold it in," Helf said.

    The girl swallowed her saliva. There is no other choice, the way does not know the custom, cruel. But potent. He briefly recalled Krista's word, "Alright."

    Silva started to play around with his fingers, extending his hair, his face, and everything. Make everything like a reader. "Had it" said Silva. "It's gonna hurt."

    "I'm tough, Silva."

    Silva kicked Helf on the right cheek with a sour face, then removed the man's teeth. He continued to break and slide his bones. Silva will not forgive himself this time. "Then what?" Silva said.

    Helf lay heavy, he even smiled like getting millions of money. "May I have a waffle?" Pinta Helf's.

    "Oh of course if our mission is not a goal. Wake up the Reader," Ken finally asked for it.

    Silva who had just gnawed took a deep breath and stepped towards the Barchen man. Krista immediately bandaged Helf to look like a Reader, and Ken stood beside Silva with a bone lamp that was fumbling on Reader's face.

    "Not his face, Silva. Make him stand up, not be handsome. Heal him but don't get too well, I don't want him to act nimble and bother us."

    Silva lowered the blanket slowly and started to work. Just a human body, as always, he said in his heart. Silva touched Reader's shoulder gently, "Reader," he called out. "Wake up Van Reader," the man began to move.

    Silva started to shed tears. Ken and the others are watching him that he was humiliated by himself, but finally here comes Reader, of all the old-fashioned, Reader before him.

    Reader opened her eyes slowly, she started to move. "Reader," repeated.

    "Silva?" The mane was raspy and slow but as semerdu as Silva remembered.

    "Oh Demi Dewi Shi, Reader. Wake up, Reader." His whisper.

    Reader tried to open her eyes hard. Looks dazed.

    "Silva," he said so gently. His blue eyes were starting to become clear. His hands scooped the girl's face carefully, rubbing her cheeks gently in disbelief.

    "Silva?

    "Srst.." Silva stuck his finger into Reader's mouth. "We'll get you out soon."

    Before Silva closed his eyes, Reader had already hunted down both of Silva's shoulders and dropped him to the ground.

    "Silva," he growled. Then the young man's hand choked Silva's neck.