Chapter 10 - Arriving In Vasconcelos (1/2)
”Haa... Haa... I think I managed to escape in time.” Balthazar said to himself when he had arrived in an open field. The sight of a purple late afternoon sky, almost made him think that everything would be fine.
As long as two or three archers could get away with some thieves, the old thief believed he could round up more misfits to complete the gang.
However, he heard the bushes behind him moving and then heard a loud noise. Fluuush! In a few seconds, Luke managed to catch up with Balthazar.
”Easy, easy! I'll give you all my money!” Balthazar exclaimed in fright, as he backed away.
The half-wolf didn't answer him, after all, he wasn't doing it for money. Luke was only preventing the number of thieves in Oukiwa from increasing, which would draw the attention of the noble families and the adventurers. This was necessary to help and protect his gang.
Luke, as he had done with the archers, killed Balthazar with ease, for he was just an ordinary thief. The thieves he had encountered on the way back required a little more effort, but all three were eliminated as well.
It was not Luke's intention, but he managed to profit eighty pieces of silver from these thieves, which was good. He also managed to recover all the throwing knives he had used to kill the archers.
Although he knew he had let one get away, he did not regret this, because it was a child. Zeld ran so hard that he felt his lungs would explode. This was surely the biggest scare he had ever been through.
When the half-wolf returned to the carriage, both coachmen were terrified, but they were alive. The two horses carrying the carriage, which were already frightened in the presence of a half-wolf, became even more so when the bull appeared, luckily both carriage drivers were quite experienced and managed to calm them down.
”Can we go to Vasconcelos now?” Luke questioned, after getting into the carriage and closing the door.
”Y-yes, sir.” said the chubbier coachman. The other, skinnier one, just nodded and gave an inaudible groan.
The half-wolf realized that he needed to try to be more polite from then on, as he was going to live in a mansion and didn't want to create antipathy with anyone, not enough for them to suspect his loyalty. ”What are your names?”
”I am Albert Jognart.” The fat man spoke and soon set the horses to go again. Thwack! The whip cracked.
”I am Alonso Jognart.” The thin man said. He seemed to be a little more relaxed. ”And you, Luke?”
”Do you wish to know my full name?”
”Y-yes.”
”You can call me Luke Lange.”
”Nice name your family has.” The fat man, who was sweating profusely, complimented.
What he didn't know was that Luke had copied that name from a missing woman he saw on a billboard. In a way, he envied that woman, because his mother and father never looked for him, however, that didn't affect him today, not as much as a child.
”Are you two from Vasconcelos?”
”Yes...we didn't use to do this kind of service, but we broke our little market, and now we need to work.”
Luke was surprised because he could have sworn that both coachmen were quite experienced. As the half-wolf was not very accustomed to making conversation, he soon closed his mouth, and this silence lasted for a few hours.