Граф Орлов
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Looking at the corpses, the elder takes out some money and, placing one 100-axot note at a time into Quint's hand, says:
- What if... what if this isn't all of them? What if there are other bandits out there? Huh?
Leaving his address, Quint turned and slowly walked towards the city, rhythmically tapping his cane on the dusty road. Decimus, having taken everything from the bodies except for the armor and weapons, and having disarmed the traps, hurried after his father.
-- A good start to the day, wouldn't you say, father? We could have done without all this preparation.
-- No, we couldn't. I don't know the details of your affairs in Deathmore, but I do know that you're only alive because you were lucky. As was I. One day, luck might run out. If you can't finish them off quickly, either you have a second plan, or the worms will be having you for dinner. If the second plan fails, go to the third, or die. Some say that risk is a noble thing. But the death of such people is usually a very amusing sight.
Decimus fell silent and continued to walk in silence. In his opinion, his father was sometimes too serious, if not tedious, and it was all the more unpleasant to realize that he was right. Quint uttered a couple more wise words and also fell silent.
They arrived home just in time for breakfast. According to established custom, the meal took place in complete silence, and Rianna sat as if on pins and needles, waiting for the opportunity to ask her husband all the questions that interested her.
The answer was brief:
-- It went well. Honey, do we have any wine left at home?
-- Mm... no.
-- And those half-bottles that... -- not giving her a chance to come up with an excuse for the missing wine, Quint coughed and continued. -- Well, buy some. Two.
He counted out forty axots for her.
After sending his wife to buy wine, Quint headed to "The Corner" himself
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers