Six Of Foxes (Six Foxes)

The Reader 2

When they said goodbye to the crew, the sky had already turned golden red.

    "Until we meet at the port of Udeshleg" Aye said. "Come as blossom."

    "Or goes as blossom," the others responded. Strange people.

    Ken spoke a thousand languages about the exact method to get to Erikson and then out of the Royalemerald while bringing the scientist along, but he confirmed that his mission had been accomplished, one of the ways is septicaye. The ship was carrying Kalterville files and obtained permission to transport fur and goods from Barchen to Zierfoort, a port city in southern Kalterville.

    They began their way to the rocky coast towards the cliff. Spring is approaching, but because the ground is still thick snow, it is difficult to climb. Arriving at the top, they were already stingy and resting for a while should. The septicaye was still visible on the horizon, its sails being blown away by the wind slapping their cheeks.

    "For the sake of Goddess Shi," said Krista. "We really did this."

    "I languished for days, hoping to get off that ship" Tera said. "Why did I suddenly miss him."

    Reyn was tracking his boots. "Maybe it's like our feet are almost frozen."

    "When we get the money, you can burn the cairo to warm your feet" Ken said. "Let's go." The young man left his fox stick on the septicaye ship and replaced the less conspicuous stick. Tera reluctantly leaves her pearl-handled revolver with an immodified and unornamented pistol, as well as Krista leaving behind her unbeatable knives and daggers. The choice is practical, but Reader knows that talismans contain power.

    Tera opened the compass and they turned south, looking for a path leading to the main trade. "I'll hire someone to burn my kairo."

    Ken drove across it. "Why don't you hire someone to hire someone to burn your kairom? That's what the dignitaries do."

    "You know what a real big boss does? He'll hire someone to hire someone to hire-"

    Their voices grew louder as they got further ahead, trailed by Reader and the others. But, taking the time to glance over the shoulder to see the increasingly shrinking Septicaye.

    Reader was a little sympathetic, but throughout the morning commute, she had to admit that she was happy to see the canal rats shivering and distressing. They thought they knew the cold, but the northern white can punch people in for a U-turn. They stumble and limp in with their new boots, trying to figure out how to walk in the shallow snow, and not long after, Reader has taken the lead, determining the speed of the group, and the, even though Tera keeps observing the compass so they don't misdirect.

    "Kneens..." The reader fell silent and gestured to Reyn. He did not know the Kalteville language for "glasses" or even "snow". Both are not a common term in prison. "Cover your eyes. Otherwise, it'll be permanently damaged." People can be blind so far in the north; they lose their lips, ears, nose, hands, and feet. However, this area looks beautiful for Reader. Syel's soul is contained in the ice. As long as we know where to look.

    The reader went on, almost at peace, as if Syel could hear it and calm his worried mind. Ice attends to his old mind as a child, reminding him of the experience of hunting with his father in his hometown. They are quick to adapt. As the sun began to set, they ate beef jerky and bread, then sprawled out in their respective tents without a word.

    The next day, a calm and peaceful atmosphere was dashed in Reader's heart. Because they had already left the ship and crew, Ken concluded that it was time to explore the plan in detail.

    "If we properly carry it out, we can certainly get in and out of the Royalemerald even before the Barchenians realize that the scientist of the catch has vanished," ken said as they carried their bags to their shoulders and moved back south. "When we go to jail, we will be taken to the detention area under the male and female cell block to await a verdict. If the Reader's words are correct, there will be guards counting the number three times a day. Once we're out of that cell, we should have at least six hours to the embassy, looking for Erikson on White Island, then get it out and take it to the harbor before anyone finds out we're gone."

    "What about the other defendants in the temporary detention cell?" ask Reader.

    "We've arranged it."

    Reader frowned, but he was not surprised. As soon as Ken and the group enter the temporary detention cell, they will be at their most sensitive. To thwart their plan, Reader simply tells the guards. That is what Nisius will choose, who will be chosen by a gentleman. Part of Reader believes that after returning to Barchen, his senses will recover and will gain the power to abandon this maddened mission; but he misses home instead, kian longed for his old life among his Dushenka brothers.

    "As soon as we get out of the cell," continued Ken, "Reader and Tera will take the mine from the stables, while Reyn and I will remove Silva and Krista from the female holding cell. We're gathered in the basement. That's where the furnace room is located, and the laundry room should be empty as well after being closed at night. While Krista climbs up, Reyn and I will comb the laundry room in case any materials can be made for explosives. And just in case who knows that the Barchenites locked Erikson in prison and made our work easier. Silva, Reader, and Tera will conduct a search in the cells on the top floor."

    "Silva and Reader?" ask Tera.

    "Reader knows the procedure in prison, while Silva can handle any warden without fuss. Your job is to prevent them both from killing each other."

    "Because I'm a representative in this squad?"

    "In this team there are no representatives. Well, look carefully," said Ken. "A real prison is not the same as a temporary detention area. Patrols go around every two hours, and don't let the alarm go off, so play smart. Everything we coordinate is based on the clock ticks of the Bearchen--"

    "Ghantaclock" says Reader. It is more worthy to be called by his name than at the hour of Barchen.

    "Ghantaclock," Ken repeated. "Six clang, we should've gotten out of the cell. Eight clangs, we've climbed the chimney and reached the top. Without exception."

    "Then what?"

    "We crossed to the roof of the embassy sector and from there, look for access to the glass bridge."

    "So we're going to ask for a checkpoint" Reader said. "The guards will assume that we entered through the embassy gate and that if our files were checked in front."

    Reyn frowned. "While in prison uniform?"

    "Stage two," said Tera. "Military."

    "Rubber," said Ken. "Crista, Silva, Reader, and I will borrow a change of clothes and extra frills for our new friend later, Erikson. Once we find him, we go straight to the embassy. Silva if there's time, remodel his face as much as possible. Even so, do not let the alarm sound, Erikson Kuwei and the appearance of Kuwei people in the midst of guests will definitely not be touched by anyone."

    Unless Reader manages to get to the scientist first. If he had died first, Ken wouldn't have accused Reader of being responsible. He will still get a letter of pardon.

    "From the explanation just now," said Tera, "I draw the conclusion that I was alone with Reyn."

    "Yes, unless you suddenly have dictionary knowledge of White Island, the ability to break keys, climb walls that can not be climbed, or extract confidential information from high officials. Anyway, I want a bomb designed two people."

    Tera looked at her gun regretfully. "It is a shame that the potential of other talents is not utilized."

    Silva. "Suppose everything goes according to plan. So how do we get out?"

    "We're on foot" said Ken. "That is the beauty of this plan. Remember what I said about the target that was whining? At the embassy gate, all eyes will be on guests entering the Royalemerald. The people who come out are not considered to be a security hazard."

    "Then, what's the bomb for?" ask Reyn.

    Reader held her head with both hands, imagining the commotion in the capital that these lowly souls would create.

    "It's just a prisoner, Reader" said Ken.

    "And a bridge" Reyn said.

    "And what should blow us up in the middle." added Tera.

    "Everybody shut up" hardik Reader.

    Tera shrugged her shoulders. "Basichen people."

    "I don't like this plan" Silva said.

    Ken raised an eyebrow. "Well, at least you and Van Reader agree on this one."

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    The further south they walked, the further along the coast, the ice sheets were replaced by green forests, black soil, as well as animal trails, hills of life, the beating hills of Syel. In the meantime, the question arises.

    "What is the number of White Island watchtowers?"

    "Do you think Erikson is being held in the palace?"

    "On White Island there are guard barracks. What if he's being held in a barracks?"

    Tera and Reyn debated what explosives could be used in the laundry room and whether they could pick up gunpowder at the embassy. Silva tried to help Krista estimate the optimal chimney climbing speed so that there was enough time left to tie the mine and raise the others up.

    They tested each other's architecture and Royal procedures, as well as the layout of the three guard posts on the outer walls, each of which was built around the field.

    "First checkpoint?"

    "Four guards."

    "Second checkpoint?"

    "Eight guards?"

    "Gate on the outer wall?"

    "Four guards when the gates are not being operated."

    They are like noisy foxes, who chuckle in the ears of Reader: Traitor, traitor, traitor.

    "Yellow protocol?" ask Ken.

    "Disturbations in the sector" Krista said.

    "Red protocol?"

    "Sector busted."

    "Black protocol?"

    "We're all fucked?" ask Tera.

    "More or less so," said Reader snapping the hood and advancing with a scratch. They even had him imitate the various rhythms of the bell. It should, but Reader feels tol*l when voicing," Bing bing bing bong. Wait a minute, no. Bing bong bing bing."

    "When I'm rich" said Tera behind him, "I'll go where I don't need to see snow. What are you, Reyn?"

    "I don't know exactly."

    "I think you'd better buy a gold--piano"

    "Cross."

    "And held a concert on the boat. Boat can you park in the canal. Outside your father's house."

    "Silva can sing" Krista said.

    "We're duet, "Ralat Silva. "Your father will definitely move house."

    Silva's singing is very important. Reader was furious because she knew it, but she inevitably looked over her shoulder. Silva's hood had been blistered to the brink and his thick, choppy hair had decomposed behind his collar.

    Why do I keep this up? Think Reader, frustration. The same on the ship. He had already told himself to ignore Silva, but a moment later his own eyes were searching for the girl.

    However, pretending that Silva did not win his mind was foolish. He and Silva once walked together in this region. If Reader's calculations are correct, they're stranded just a few miles from where the septicaye dropped them off. The culprit was a storm, which arguably never ended, the wind and the rush of rain as well as dumping Silva into the life of the Reader. From then on, her world was turned upside down and she felt off balance.

~Next Reader 3