Posts from United Kingdoms Auto-translated

-My name is Ronard Mengsk. I used to serve in Menas's army. My specialty was sabotage and espionage. I became unnecessary to the government for political reasons and was dismissed. I decided to find new work. My talents are of interest to two groups of people: criminals and the government. I didn't know how to get a job with the government – I couldn't just walk up and say, "Hello, do you need a spy?" So, I tried to attract the attention of criminal lords, including through reckless attacks on government officials. It didn't work; no one tried to contact me. Since nothing good awaits me now, I want to offer my services to you. People involved in illegal kidnappings could use another assassin.

— Interesting story, but you don't seem to be lying. That's good news for both of us: I won't have to extract information from you through humiliation and torture. But there's also bad news for you: you killed the people you wanted to work for. And your recklessness is of no use to me. A person like you will cause more problems than benefits. And you know too much of what you shouldn't. Do you understand?

- I must say, sir, that the guys tried hard and did a very good job, much better than I expected from such recruits on their first mission.

-I understand. But wouldn’t those whose people I killed have a shortage of personnel, which I could so successfully fill? Not to mention that I would clearly be smarter and wouldn’t let myself be stuffed with bolts like a pig in a battle that is impossible to win. I don’t think those brutes represented any sentimental value to their employers, so why not consider this, as they say, “even from a mangy sheep, you can get some wool”? If I am executed, those people will lose two brutes, but if I am kept alive, those people will still lose two brutes, but at least they will gain a reckless spy in return. Who, moreover, is not a pity to lose and who will have nowhere to run from them.

Valerian refused Chios, and then Lex as well. — And you, better not show up here again without a good reason.

— The value of the Oakhearts lies in their loyalty and their tendency to mind their own business. Unfortunately, I can't say the same about you. You seem like a restless individual – you'll get distracted, and then who knows where you'll end up, or what you might tell someone else. The man whose people you killed might have given your proposal a second thought, and even if he had refused, he would have likely sent you somewhere appropriate instead of just one of the residents of that dump. But personally, I prefer dead people because they don't talk. So, unless you have some trick up your sleeve, we'll end this here.

-- I'll wait for my companion here nearby, and you can do as you please. But, I must say, you mercenaries have more interesting assignments. Is there a fee for joining the guild?

- May I ask the reason for the refusal, esteemed guard? - Garliy inquired. - I understand when suspicious types, bandits, and other riffraff are not allowed in, but these guys are quite harmless.

- I had a thought for a while to lie, saying that if I don't return to a certain place at a certain time and don't crow like a rooster three times, the count will receive an anonymous note about your escapades, captain, but then I thought - why bother? To deceive, to evade, to hide on the run, and for what? Perhaps it would be more peaceful to die. If you are going to carry out a public execution, I have only one request - cut off my head. I don't want to hang on a rope like a worm on a hook. It's a bad death.

— Do you think transporting carpets is an interesting job? — Chios was surprised. — There’s no pay, but there are some obligations.

Before continuing on to the city, Abigail turned to Chios:
— So, are you planning to wait for us or head back right away?

- When it comes to civilians, it's rare to avoid casualties – one way or another. Therefore, I'm glad that we managed to neutralize the gang and my men returned safe and sound, so they can bring even more benefit to the county in these difficult times, sir, - the sergeant saluted the captain and left the room.
Walking down the corridor, Helmut took out the medallion, opened it, and admired the beautiful family. All this made him feel like writing a letter to Franke, which he did upon his return. Briefly describing how things were going, he added some rough but sincere sentimental notes, saying that he missed them and would try his best to return and visit them for his son's birthday. Having finished and sent the letter, he spent the next three days off, partly celebrating the successful operation with his subordinates, and also taking leisurely walks around the city and in nature, enjoying a brief period of rest.