The Mist and the Lightning. Part 11. Ви Корс

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      Kors shuddered, as if with difficulty breaking away from the bewitching action, averted his eyes, from the unclean economic dog, looked at Arel:

      “You don’t take off your mask at all now,” he said more caustically than questioningly, “just like your Nikto?”

      “Do you need anything?” Arel repeated. “Nik said that you can address me if you need something. Only on business.”

      “Yes, of course, I came on business,” threw Kors irritated, “do you really think that I came to you just to chat? I need a map of the village, if there is one, of course. And the surroundings. All surroundings.”

      Kors went to the table at which Arel was sitting, and bent down, examining the book lying in front of the prince. The book was open.

      “You are reading?!” Kors’ surprise knew no bounds, and now he looked very sincere. “Prince Arel, are you reading?! What is it? A textbook?”

      Kors reached out and took the book, Arel didn’t stop him, and Ver, too, silently continued his meaningless, short-lived work.

      “Everything is clear,” Kors chuckled, looking at the cover. “It's unclean language. You are studying unclean. All’s clear! Does Nikto make you do it? Well, how are you doing?” He put the textbook in place and took the sheet on which Arel tried to write in unclean.

      Kors read aloud:

      “My Demon Nik. We are together. I, Prince Arel and my Demon Nik, we love each other with love.”

      And Kors laughed:

      “We love each other with love?! This is cool, Arel! It seems that you can’t master unclean the same way as all other sciences.”

      Arel turned away, standing up. His long dark hair covered his back, and when it was not visible that faceless black leather of a mask was on his face, he was again the same Prince Arel. Tall, thin, graceful, he walked over to the closet and took out a bunch of keys from a drawer. And then he turned around, and the magic disappeared, the mask that covered his handsome face spoiled everything, depriving the main thing for which he was nicknamed the handsome prince. And Kors lowered his gaze, he didn’t mock anymore, seeing that Arel didn’t react.

      “Here are the keys,” Arel said, “my servant Valentine will take you to my father’s office. I don't know exactly what is there. See what you want if you don't have enough of what Nik left you.”

      Verniy began to polish the candlestick slightly smoked with a candle.

      Kors went out.

      A few hours later, closer to the evening, he again disturbed the prince. There were now three candles burning in the room in shining candlesticks, wax dripping again onto the freshly cleaned surface. Arel was lying on the bed on top of the covers on his side, he got up when he saw Kors again. Verniy thundered with basins in the adjoining room.

      “Prince Arel, I apologize for disturbing you,” Kors began.

      “Yes?” Arel straightened the hair that fell on his face, obscuring the anyway narrow slits for his eyes.

      “I found a little new in the office, really. Apparently, your Nikto or Lis have already searched everything and got what you need. But I still wanted to look at some of the maps, but they are closed in tubes and I need a key. Key-seal to open the tube,” Kors lifted the metal cylinder he had brought with him, beautifully engraved.

      “Hm…” Arel drawled in confusion, “I don't remember where it is. Nik opened something with them, yes…”

      “I hope he didn't take it with him?”

      “I don’t think so… probably, it is somewhere here,” Arel looked around in confusion.

      “You don't take off your mask at all now, Arel? Do you even sleep in it?” Kors asked again. He took a few steps towards the prince, and Verniy appeared on the threshold of the room. Ver only glanced at frozen Kors, and walked past him, carrying a bucket of water in his hands. He put the bucket in the corner of the room.

      “I’ll look for it,” Arel said, “and…”

      “Okay,” Kors looked a little nervously at the unclean man who was now standing behind him, “when you find it, bring it to me, please. I don’t want to see this one again!”

      He backed towards the door. Verniy poured water on the floor and took a rag.

      “Here, I brought it,” Arel said hesitantly and handed Kors a box with a key-seal in it.

      In the room where Vitor Kors stayed there were several bottles of wine and a heap of papers on the table. He himself was sitting in an armchair, looking at the plan of the Riverside village. But when he saw Arel, he jumped up sharply, and in two steps approached the prince who was frozen on the threshold, snatched the box from his hand, while the other simultaneously slammed the door behind Arel.

      “Let's talk without your dog, eh, prince?” He said quickly and angrily. “I've been waiting for this all day!” And he hit Arel in the stomach will all his power, forcing him to bend over.

      “Kors, no!” Arel wheezed, not trying to fight back. It was as if it was not at his Estate, but in the office of the King's Security Chief.

      “No?!” Kors hit him in the jaw, with a bang tore off the shield, which additionally closed the gap in the mask, made especially for the ring. Arel grabbed his face, covering the mask with his palms, closing the ring.

      “Did you mock my daughter here? I know you very well! Did you cut off her hair?! What else did you do with her?”

      Kors continued, although Arel still didn’t answer him, didn’t resist. Sitting on the floor and pressing his back against the wall, at some point under a hail of professional blows, he was forced to peel his palms off his face, but tried to cover his head with his hands.

      Kors saw the ring:

      “What the hell is that?!” He immediately reacted, tried to grab hold of him, but Arel managed to dodge.

      “Kors, Nik will learn about this!” He cried in despair with anguish. “What should I do, Nik?! What should I do?”

      And Kors stopped.

      “Again you behave like a madman! Gods! You are completely sick, how could I forget! Get out!”

      He opened the door, pushing Arel out, who didn’t even have time to get up. He slammed the door behind him. Throwing out the prince, Kors squeezed his temples in his hands and collapsed into a chair. He was shaking.

      On stiff legs, Arel limped to his room. He entered like a somnambulist, without looking at Verniy, sat down on the bed. The shield from his mask remained at Kors. And Ver saw that Arel came without it, and his hair was tousled, and the buckle on his jacket was torn out with the roots and dangled on a piece of leather rag. The prince glanced at the unclean guiltily, looked away.

      “Brush your hair,” Ver said to him in unclean language and pointed to the comb. Arel understood him, he obediently went to the mirror and sat down in front of it. He grabbed a hairbrush to smooth the tousled strands.

      “Take off your jacket, it has to be sewn СКАЧАТЬ