Six Of Foxes (Six Foxes)

Tera 2's

A cloudy mist formed between Tera's hands.

    Reyn gasped. "Is that iron ore?"

    Tera nodded. He could feel the sweat accumulating on his eyebrows.

    "Can you melt the trellis?" said Ken beside him.

    "Don't tol*l," grumbled Tera. "Don't you see how thick this is?" In fact, even though the trellis he was holding seemed unchanged, he had already pulled enough iron from it that the mist between his hands was almost black. Tera bent his fingertips and spun the particles, twisting ever denser and more concentrated.

    Tera lowered her hand and fell a slender needle onto the floor with a melodious clink.

    Reyn picked up the needle, then lifted it so that the light dazzled its opaque surface.

    "You're the Fabricator" said the grim Reader.

    "Just a little."

    "Yes or no, period," said Reyn.

    "Yes, I'm a fabricator." He's accusing Reyn. "And you should keep your mouth shut about that when we get back to Moontown."

    "But why are you lying---"

    "I like to roam freely in the streets" Tera said. "I don't want to continue to worry in case of being kidnapped by a peddler or executed by a bedeb*h like our friend Van here. After all, I have other skills that bring more joy and profit than this. Many other skills."

    Reyn coughing. Flirting with Reyn may be more exciting than annoying, but the difference is not far away.

    "Silva knows you're Knoulbar?"

    "No and he can't know. I need not be lectured to join the Second Army and the purpose of Juwel's glorious struggle."

    "Do it again" cut Ken. "And hurry."

    Tera repeated her efforts in another trellis.

    "If this is your plan, what's the point of trying to smuggle a keypicker?" ask Reyn.

    Ken. "Have you heard about the dying man who was told by the medics that he was miraculously cured? He pranced himself into the street and was then killed by a horse. You have to let the target feel that he has won. Have the guards observed Reader and wondered why she seemed familiar? Did they look for a tantrum when the paraffin slid off Tera's arm while she was bathing? No, they were too busy praising themselves for catching me. They think they've neutralized the threat."

    When Tera finished, Ken held two slender key-piercing rods in between his fingers. It was strange to see the young man working without gloves, but moments later, the padlock was open and they were free. As soon as they came out, Ken used the same tool to lock the door behind them.

    "You know each of your duties" whispered Ken. "Reyn and I are going to get Silva and Krista out. Tera, you and Reader--"

    "I know, take as many mines as we can find."

    "In the half-hour pissing, you guys should've been in the basement."

    They split. The wheels of the plan started to turn.

    According to Reyn's plan, the stables stood on the side of the guard post field, so they had to turn around through the detention area. Theoretically, the detention area is crowded only when prisoners are being processed for admission or removal, but they still need to be careful. Their plan could be scrapped just because of a prank guard. The most gripping part is to walk down the pedestrian beside the glass cage, because they can be seen from behind the long expanse. There is nothing they do but expect good luck and move on. Then they went down the stairs and turned to the left of the room where the poor wave amplifier Knoulbar tested it. Tera had to refrain from shuddering. Although the paraffin in his arm was always working in the gambling den, his heart was still pounding as he faced the woman earlier. The old woman lived a bone wrapped in skin, thin and empty. Such was the fate that befell Knoulbar when they were caught in the wrong place at the wrong time - the punishment of a lifetime as slaves or even worse.

    When Tera pushed the stables door open, she spontaneously relaxed. The smell of straw, the animals moving around in the room, and the neighing of the horse gave rise to the memory of Ru Kraine. In Moontown, horse-drawn carriages and carts were not needed as there were canals. Horses are a luxury item, a sign of prestige that indicates that we have the space and treasure to keep the animal. Tera did not realize how much she missed being near the animals.

    However, there is no time to reminisce or stop by to stroke the nose as soft as a velvet. Tera passed through the rooms and into the equipment room. The reader anchors a large mine roll to its right-left shoulder. He looked surprised when Tera was apparently able to transport two strands of the mine as well.

    "Growing up in the farm" Tera explains.

    "Not visible from your appearance."

    "Flame, I'm a crep," said Tera as they hurried through the stables to get out again, "but I was relatively dry in the rain."

    "The rain that drenches me is less than that which wets a man of greater stature."

    "Are all of Ken's associates as weird as the current crew?" ask Reader.

    "Oh, try to meet the other Geak members. They impressed us like the Barchens."

    They passed through the shower room and, instead of advancing steadily to descend into a narrow spiral staircase and then down a long dark corridor leading to the basement. They are now under the main prison, a five-story cell block, a large number of inmates, and guards piled on top of them.

    Tera thought the rest of the crew members were in a large laundry room to collect explosives. However, all he saw was a giant tin tub, a long table to fold, and clothes that were dried on shelves taller than himself.

    They find Reyn and Krista in the dump room. The room was smaller than a laundry room and smelled of trash. Two large barrels containing discarded clothing stood docked to one side of the wall, ready to be burned. Tera felt the heat escaping from the combustion furnace as soon as they entered.

    "There's a problem" Reyn said.

    "What direction?" reyn asked as he dropped two mine rolls onto the floor.

    Krista waved to a pair of large metal doors at the base of a giant chimney that poked out of the wall and extended all the way to the ceiling. "I assume they're lighting the furnace by noon today."

    "You hear the furnace being lit in the morning" Tera told Reader.

    "It used to be so."

    When Tera gripped the leather-coated doorknob and the pungent smell of coal-and others, the chemical smell, they probably added substances to make the fire hotter. It does not smell good. This is where all the garbage from the prison is thrown away - kitchen garbage, buckets of human waste, clothes stripped from prisoners, and clothes stripped from prisoners, but anything added by the people of Baarchen is not only able to produce a hotter fire but also repel the unpleasant smell. Tera leaned forward, already starting to sweat. Far below, he saw a coal burning furnace, which was already sidelined but still glowing red glow.

    "Reyn, get the clothes from one of the barrels" Tera said.

    Tera tore off the sleeve and threw it into the chimney. The cloth fell without sound, engulfed in flames in mid-air, and burned to nothing before it even landed on coal.

    He closed the door and threw the rest of the clothes back into the barrel. "Well, the blasting is off, then," said Tera. "We can't possibly get explosives in there. Can you still climb?" ask her to Krista.

    "Maybe, I don't know."

    "What did Ken say? Where's Ken, by the way? And where's Silva?"

    "Ken doesn't know yet about the combustion furnace" Krista said. "She and Silva were going through the top cells."

    The Plot Reader was as deep as the overcast sky that was about to spill a torrential rain. "Tera and I were supposed to go with Silva."

    "Ken won't wait."

    "We're on time" Reader said angrily. "What is he planning?"

    Tera questioned the same thing. "He's going up and down the five-story staircase while avoiding patrols?"

    "I might have brought it up to him" Krista said. "Always make surprises, remember?"

    "Like a wasp. I really hope we all don't get stung."

    "Crista," call Reyn from the barrel. "This is our clothes."

    Reyn reached inside and pulled out Krista's little leather sandals one-on-one.

    A dazzling smile flashed across Krista's face. A little bit of luck, finally. Ken didn't bring a stick. Tera didn't have a gun. And Krista didn't have a knife. However, at least the girl had magic sandals.

    "What do you think, Cat? Can you climb?"

    "Can."

    Tera took the shoes from Reyn. "If I wasn't afraid it was carrying germs, I'd kiss Krista's shoes and kiss you" Tera told Reyn.