Six Of Foxes (Six Foxes)

Ken

"That's enough" Ken said to the others. "You guys I'll tell you after you get the ship. We leave tomorrow night."

    "So fast?" Ask Krista.

    "Why not morning?" Ask Tera.

    "We don't know what the weather is going to be tomorrow, our plan to save Erikson is not long, we can't wait until Erikson is tormented over there."

    Ken needs more time to finalize his plan. This is a big mission, if it fails a little payoff as bad as and at the same time limit their luggage. Ken has to get as much information as possible, the smaller the knowledge, the more likely the situation is to be run down.

    By keeping Reyn Etz Djel next to him, it became more a guarantee that they would get paid. However, their mission did not become easy. Reyn's younger than Tera, the way it works here has been mishandled. Somehow still like a boy, smooth-skinned, bended eyebrows, like a pet dog in a room full of fighting dogs.

    "Observe Reyn, don't fall down" said Ken.

    "I? Why?"

    "Because you're unlucky, and I don't want Etz Djel's son and his father to reconcile before you leave Moontown,"

    "That's nothing to worry about" Reyn said.

    "I worry about everything, Little Prince. That's why I'm still alive today. You can also keep an eye on Tera."

    "Watching me?" Tukas Tera beaver.

    Ken reached into the pocket in his suit, he pulled out two sips of cairo. "Here," Ken gave money to Tera. "It's for bullets, not for others. Reyn, make sure Tera doesn't magically move herself to the casino, make sure she buys the bullets."

    "I don't need a babysitter" Tera said.

    "Exactly the supervisor, but if you still tell him to change diapers and give you milk, it's up to you."

    Ken ignored Tera's offended face. Giving Cairo to Reyn to buy the explosives he needs, giving cairo to Silva for what he needs, and giving Krista to prepare the equipment. "Buy as you need to" said Ken. "Obviously, if it fits my plan, we go in empty-handed."

    Ken can see Krista's sad face, he doesn't like to wander around without his knives. Krista still keeps her seedy knife from long ago, she always tajami until the size is reduced. Ken offered to buy a new knife, but he dodged it. "I'll buy it if these knives are really broken." Say

    "There's a moment to come" Silva said

    "Shut up," snapped Reader.

    "Please don't" said Ken.

    "the days when Barchen stopped torturing himself and was free to have fun" Silva closed his eyes and raised his hand. "Entertainment?" Ask Ken. "Actors, dancers, other events" Silva replied

    "I don't think the Barchen people like to have fun" Tera said.

    "They were partying, without wine and physical pleasure" Reader broke her tongue.

     Silva put on a doubtful face, while Ken turned his head and looked at the crow from a distance. "Use this money to buy winter gear" Ken told Krista. "Suatulama hallway has a hunter's shop, starting from there."

    "You're going to the Royalemerald through the north that's not a charade?" Ask Van Bould.

    "It was, it's not now" said Ken. "The agents will be wandering the distance of the Handlamp, we'll spare this moment as your big party begins."

    "It's not a party" beaver Reader.

    "It sounds like a party" Tera said.

    "It shouldn't be," the Reader erratically.

    "For now, Reader will stay in this Club, I want you to release all the information you know, Reader. Reyn and Tera will join you later."

    "Wait, '' Tera's hand movements mean to stop. "You want me to stay here? I have something to take care of in Easd."

    "Will you tell me your magical bin plan in detail?" Ask Silva.

    "When we're on the ship, little do you know, little can you leak."

    Silva gave a contemptuous face to the fox. "And you left Van Reader without shackles?"

    "Can you keep up the attitude?" Ask the Bearchen.

    Reader's eyes looked like killers, but he nodded. "We're going to lock this room, we're going to need guards."

    Krista looked at the large body of Reader. "Two people."

    "Put Han and Derry, don't tell us about our mission as much. And you, Reyn, we're gonna have a long chat about Etz Djel's trade."

    Reyn shrugged his shoulders. "He never dragged me into his company."

    "You never sneak in or anything to scrape by? You mean you never sneak around to see some of the documents?"

    Reyn shook his head, Ken was surprised himself for trusting the young man.

    "I told you, didn't I?" tera said cheerfully while showing his fist to Ken and said happily. "Not useful, you're like sisters."

"Reyn, do you have any trust?" Ask Ken.

"Of course."

"Good, because I don't."

"It had nothing to do with it" Krista said. Tera nodded too

    Everything marched out, Ken turned his wheels so they were locked. "I want to talk to you, Lunark." Word Reader. "Four eyes."

    Krista glanced at Ken, but she ignored him. He thinks Ken can't face a muscular scabby like the Reader? He closed the window. "sana, Cat," said Ken. "Close the door."

    When the door closed, Reader stormed Ken. The young man let him go, he had already predicted this Barchen man. Reader covered Ken's mouth with her hands, skin contact with skin making the young man feel nauseous. But since Ken had already predicted the attack, he could control the sensation that was engulfing him. Reader's hands reached into Ken's suit pocket, one after another.

    "Where?" He grumbled furiously. Ken invited Reader to check his entire pocket. Then the Reader was forced to lower his elbow, forcing the Bearchen to loosen his grip and eventually make Ken easily kink away. He struck the back of Reader's right leg with his right leg, collapsing the young man. When he tried to get up, Ken kicked him. "Sit's quiet in a place of pathetic losers."

    Again Reader tried to get up, he was agile, while prison made him stronger. Ken picked up the stick next to him quickly. He blows two punches with the end of the stick to pressure points on the Reader's large shoulders. Just glance. In the second blow, Reader groaned and paralyzed both hands. Ken turned his wand and glued it to the Reader wound point, he groaned.

    "Try it again, Reader. Then one of your hands I'll be paralyzed forever."

    Reader flinching, his eyes glaring with hate. "Where is the letter of pardon?"

    Ken took the paper from inside his pocket that had previously been checked nothing into existence. "This?"

    The Bearchen flapped his useless hand and let out a low animal-like growl as Ken removed the paper from between his fingers and returned it again to his hand. Appearing the manuscript, rubbing the paper once with his palm and disappearing the words.

    "Chotgor," he said in the Barchen language, Reader muttered his language. Ken didn't recognize the Barchen language, but that word he knew, the devil.

    Wrong big. It was just a simple trick by a great magician from Western Kharfa. He learned magic tricks from the card whiz and the magician. Ken bought a large mirror from his first payday and practiced it in front of a mirror. He polished his skills by practicing for hours with that big mirror.

    Ken knocked on Reader's shoulder weakly many times. "While you see this one trick, I still keep thousands of other tricks. Staying in Hellgame makes you stronger? Becoming more resilient? It doesn't mean anything, Reader. In my eyes only as a child. You're as slow as a buffalo and at most for only two days you can be nimble where I grew up. Today I understand you, then don't test me again, Reader. Tell me to understand that you understand."

    The reader seemed to hate the young man a lot, but he nodded once.

    "good. I think it's best if both your legs are chained."

    Ken gets up, snatches his new pocket watch from the table, and kicks the Barchen's kidney one more time just in case. Sometimes the big ones don't know when to submit.