Six Of Foxes (Six Foxes)

Reader

As soon as Reader exited the deck, she headed straight for the fence. He saw the canal rats and slum dwellers cleverly adjusting, as they often jumped from boat to boat in the Kalterville rivers. It's just the mushy guy, Reyn, who seems to be in trouble. He looked exhausted, as Reader saw.

    It is better to survive in the open air because it can still see the horizon. He was able to pass through the ocean as a Dushenka, but he always felt better when he was on land, tracing land or ice. It was embarrassing, vomiting for the third time this entire time under the gaze of strangers.

    It was fortunate that Silva was not up here to witness the disgrace. Reader constantly thought about it in the cabin earlier, taking care of the bronze-skinned girl with anxiety and kindness. And fatigue. He looks so tired. My actions were wrong, Silva said. Mistaken for calling Reader a slave trader, he was thrown on the Kalterville ship and thrown in jail? Silva claimed that he was trying to correct his mistake. But even if it's true, what's the point? The Knoulbars have no honor, Silva proved it himself.

    Someone had attacked the coffee and Reader saw the crew drinking from the copper ceramic mug. He recalled giving Silva a cup of coffee in front of a warm house fire or a cup of fresh water. The reader hurriedly expelled his thoughts. He didn't have to look after Silva or tell Lunark that the girl was exhausted and needed rest. The reader clenches his hand while opening his scarred knuckles. Silva has made himself weak.

    Lunark waved her hand, she pointed to Reader to get closer to her place, Tera, and Reyn who were gathering saw the Royalemerald plan far from the eyes and ears of the crew. Looking at the picture, Reader's heart was like it was slicing. The gate, the wall, the guards. Supposedly such tight security makes the tol*l people close the intention to break into. But in fact the Reader is also their setol*l.

    "Why doesn't this plan contain a single place name?" asked Lunark while pointing her hand at the floor plan.

    "I don't speak any Barchen, but I don't want to get the details wrong" Reyn said. "Let Van alone list the names." Reyn inched backwards upon seeing Reader's expression. "I'm just doing my job. Don't bully me."

    "No," growled Reader.

    "This," Ken said as he threw a tiny, clear flat tablet glittering in the sun. The devil sits in a barrel leaning against a sail post and rests his right leg against a lump of mine, maybe his leg is injured, Reader thought, because the first time they met, the young man's path was limping. While the cursed stick he was carrying was now on his bench. The reader liked to imagine himself breaking the young man's wand to pieces and stuffing the sticks into his mouth.

    "What's wrong?"

    "One of Hendrik's new findings."

    Reyn's head lifted. "I guess his skills are explosives."

    "The skills are many" Tera said.

    "Slip it between your back teeth" Ken said, handing out similar tablets to others. "But, don't digi--"

    Reyn started spitting and coughing while clawing at his mouth. A transparent layer had formed in front of his lips; the membrane was bulging like the oral cavity of a frog. While he was trying to breathe, his eyes were pierced with panic.

    Tera began to laugh, while Ken only shook his head. "I told you not to get bitten, Reyn. Breathe through your nose."

"Slow down" said Tera. "Later you passed out."

    "What's this?" ask Reader.

    Ken stuffed the tablet deeply into his mouth, slipping it between his teeth. "Baloon, I plan to keep it, but after the ambush at the harbor, I don't know what problems we might encounter at sea. If you get into the water and can't get to the surface to breathe, release the grains into your mouth and bite. You'll be given ten minutes to breathe, less than that if you panic" she said, looking at Reyn meaningfully. He gave the young man another baloon. "Save this one carefully." Then Ken tapped into the Royalemerald floor plan.

    "Name, Reader. Everything."

    Reluctantly, Reader took the pen and ink that Reyn had prepared and began writing the names of each building and street around. For some reason, doing all this with his own hands impressed him as a greater traitor, some of whom wondered if he could separate himself from this group once they were in Barchen, reveal their location, and consequently get blessing and forgiveness from the government. However, will anyone recognize him at the Royalemerald? He may have drowned in a shipwreck with his closest associates and Commander Nisius. He has no proof of his identity. He will be a stranger at the Royalemerald and, if anyone will listen-if anyone will

    "Is there something you're covering up?" lunark said, his dark eyes staring fixedly at Reader.

    The reader ignores the horror that makes him creep. Sometimes the devil seems to be able to read his mind. "I've told you what I know."

    "Your conscience is clouding your memory. Take another look at the details of our deal, Reader."

    "Yes already," Reader said bloodily. "You want my opinion as an experienced? Your plan won't work."

    "You don't even know what my plan is."

    "Get in through jail, get out through the embassy?"

    "The initial plan was so."

    "Can't. The prison sector is completely separated from the rest of the Royalemerald. The prison sector is not connected to the embassy. Prison can't be reached from there."

    "The prison sector is roofed, right?"

    "You won't be able to climb onto the roof of the prison sector" Reader said complacently.

    "As part of the training, Dushenka spent three months working with the prison and Knoulbar prisoners. I've been to a prison and the roof can't be accessed in any way exactly because of the alesan. If someone makes it out of his cell, we don't want him to run here and there at the Royalemerald. Prison is completely inaccessible from both other sectors in the outer ring. As soon as you get in, you're trapped."

    "There's always a way out" Ken took the prison floor plan from a pile of papers. "Five floors, huh? Processing area, plus cell area as much as four levels. So what's this one over here? In the basement?"

    "Furnace burning."

    "Yes, where the clothes of the inmates were burned after their arrival. His gum to prevent the plague, but--" Once the words were thrown from the Reader's mouth, he understood what was clean in Lunark's mind. "For Syel's sake, you want us to climb the six-story furnace chimney?"

    "When was the furnace lit?"

    "Early early in the morning, as I recall, but even if it's not hot, we--"

    "That will be told to climb instead of us" Silva emerged from the lower deck.

    Ken sat up straight. "Who's watching Krista?"

    "Han" said Silva. "I'll be back there in a minute. And don't worry about Krista when you're planning on telling her to climb the chimney."

    "Cats can do it."

    "The cat was a sixteen-year-old girl lying unconscious on the table. He might not survive to Barchen."

    "She certainly can" said Ken, his eyes glittering with savage light. Reader suspects Lunark will recklessly drag the girl out of hell if she can.

    Tera picked up the firearm, then wiped it with a dark cloth. "Why are we talking about climbing the chimney, when we are facing a more serious problem."

    "What's the matter exactly" said Ken, though Reader vaguely got the impression that the young man knew.

    "If Rav Frederic intervenes, we better not go after Erikson."

    "Who is Rav Frederic?" tanya Reader, saying silly syllables by syllables with no kagok in her mouth, the names of Kalterville are no good. He knew the man was the leader of the gang and his income was more than Hellgame. That's all bad, but Reader felt something else.

    Reyn shuddered from his place. "Only the greatest and most evil practitioners of Moontown. He's got far more money and connections than we have, and he might as well have started way ahead of us."

    Tera nodded. "This time Reyn's words make sense. Even if we can magically get Erikson out before Frederic, once he knows that we beat him, it's over for us."

    "Rav Frederic is just a Krisbow boss" Ken said. "No more and no less, stop mentioning the person's name as if he were an eternal man."

    Not only that, Reader thought. The brutality at the docks tricked Lunark earlier, when she killed Roger, it seemed to have receded. Even so, his words were still fiery. Reader believes that Lunark hates the man. Not just hate, Lunark's hatred for the man implies old wounds and grudges.

    Reader leaned back and said, "You think Lin Ginger will help you when she finds out you're challenging Rav Frederic? You think the old man wants a war?"

    Ken shook his head and Reader saw that the demon was really frustrated. "Frederic was not born into the world in a fine, curled fabric of cairo. Your way of thinking is still too narrow. Just like Lin Ginger, just like what people like Rav Frederic wanted. Once we get the job done and we're for the benefit, we'll be the legend of Krisbow. We'll be known as the crew that defeated Rav Frederic."

    "Maybe a practical way if we want to go through the north, we'd better undo it" Reyn said. "We'd better get to Handlamp if Frederic's crew moves first."

    "The seaports must have been secured more strictly, "said Ken. "Not yet predicted by agents and law enforcement as usual."

    "South lane, how? Through Barchen?"

    "The border is well guarded" Silva said.

    "The limitations are broad" Reader says.

    "We won't know which places are loose" Silva said. "Unless you have magical powers about the watchtower and whichever outpost is active. Not to mention if we go into Barchen must face the people of Barchen and Dushenka."

    Silva's words did make sense, but Reader was caught off guard by it. In Barchen women do not speak like this, nor do they talk about military matters or strategy. However, Nina had been so from the beginning."

    "We're coming in from the north like the original plan" Ken said.

    Tera looked up to the point of hitting the side hull of the ship. "Yes already. But, if Rav Frederic kills us all, I'll have Reyn's ghost teach me how to flute so I can disturb your ghost all-out."

    Ken's lips twitched. "Then, I'm going to scrape the ghost reader to beat you up."

    "My daughter won't want to hang out with your ghosts" Reader said. Then wonder for yourself whether the sea air has made his brain bully? Why is Reader holding a smile? Maybe this is called danger.