Temple Sword

Chapter 131 Transformation
What a night!Laszlo never imagined that he could drink so much good wine. He stopped counting after counting to the fifth jug, and kept drinking freely. At that time, he did not intend to get drunk at all. Totally changed his life.

On the way to the mercenary camp, he turned back and forth on the straight road and saw millions of stars dancing around him.

His ears were hot, as if someone had lit a fire at the base of his ears, and the flames were licking tirelessly.Laszlo was happy and proud that he hadn't felt this in his soul for eight or nine years.

He reached for the money pouch on his belt and smiled, although it cost a lot of money to buy everyone a drink, more than half of the purse was full of clinking coins.

From now on, his life will change, he repeated to himself countless times.Tomorrow, the first thing he's going to do is tend to his own little manor and burn everything that's moldy!

Laszlo had set out with an entirely different purpose.It had been hurting him a few weeks ago to say something Antar had said the last time they met, saying he must have drunk the sword that the knight had given him.

But Antal was wrong, and Laszlo would rather die than sell that special Saracen weapon to anyone.

Not because of how valuable it was, but because it was the most important gift he had ever received.The sword is a symbol of his freedom, of being a squire and a man, and he will never abandon it.

At least that's what he thought before. When Antal questioned where his Saracen sword went, anger, resentment and grievance gradually boiled into poison in the depths of his soul, so he took the Eastern sword Went to the underground tavern.

If fate wanted him to lose everything, he would lose his honor and the Saracen sword tonight, he thought.

But Laszlo didn't lose both, well, maybe the former was poor, but he won.This had no small effect on him.

He thought, maybe fate didn't want him to go down this path after all, maybe he could really change his life and make it better.For the first time in years, Laszlo felt hopeful.

His hand slipped from the purse to the hilt of his sword, his leather-bandaged fingers numb with drunkenness, and a strange tingling sensation filled Laszlo's entire body.

At this moment, he was sure that everything would be fine, maybe he could climb the ladder again and become a knight again, not only in name but also in action.

Suddenly, he felt dizzy and had to lean against the tree trunk, bending over in nausea.

It was the last time, he assured himself as he vomited, the last time I got this drunk, and when the sun came up in the morning, I'd be a man again.

After throwing up, he felt better, and then he peed in front of the tree trunk, which relieved his whole body.

"Look, a drunk pig!" A thick voice came to Laszlo's ears, "Why am I not surprised at all?"

"After all, it's this kind of place," another echoed. "Should we kill you, or should you go away?"

Laszlo narrowed his eyes and turned towards the direction of the voice.

He saw patrolling guards at night, two men in crude helmets and brown horsehair coats.

Armed only with a short spear and a small dagger, their task was limited to disciplining drunkards, thieves, whores, and other nocturnal vermin.

"It's midnight, peasant!" the tall man called to Laszlo. "Can't you hear me, bastard?"

"What are you doing around here?" the short man joined his companion, "I'll tell you how to..."

"Stinky peasants?" Laszlo raised his eyebrows, "Are you blind?" He patted the sheath of the Saracen sword, "I am a court knight. After the Battle of Rozgoni, Charles Anjou personally Knight me!"

The two soldiers looked at him. The man standing in front of them had a sickly face and a thin figure. He was wearing a dirty shirt and torn trousers. sword.

"Where did you steal this sword?" the tall man asked dubiously, unable to decide whether to believe the drunk man's words.

"I didn't steal it, you bastard!" Laszlo snapped, before quickly realizing that he had to do something befitting of his status.

So he reached into his purse and took out a few coins, however many fell between his fingers.He staggered up to them and handed them the money.

"I am the king's knight," he proved in the most convincing way. "This is your reward for your due diligence. Get out of the way now!"

The soldiers looked at each other, then took the coins together, and stood obediently by Laszlo's side.The newborn knight walked past them contentedly, repeating an exciting thought in his mind: From now on, his life will change!

It didn't take long for him to understand why the soldier said it wasn't surprising to see drunks in this place.

Laszlo went the wrong way after leaving the underground tavern. Instead of going to the mercenary's residence, he came to the outer area he frequented, the poorest place in Timisoara.

The rickety wooden houses are close together, and most houses don't even have yards, and even if they have, they can only accommodate a small pigpen or a few chicken coops.

Dozens or more families, and perhaps hundreds of poor bachelors, lived under these inhuman conditions.Laszlo thought of Antares, and he must have asked why these wretches didn't go to work on his estate, where everything was perfect.

Antal and his idea of ​​solving all problems... Laszlo shook his head and couldn't help but snorted mockingly.He has always been like this, treating himself as the center of everything...

He shook his head, trying not to think about that knight, he was still very angry with Antal, and he didn't know why, maybe there were too many reasons...

Laszlo stopped, his feet brought him to a place that he had been to many times a year ago, he walked here subconsciously, looking at this familiar dilapidated wooden house.

At first he didn't understand why, he drank a lot and his sexiness was long gone, but then he realized that if he wanted to start a new life, if he wanted to live like a knight, he could finally take her with him .

Yes, because from now on, he will never be ashamed in front of anyone again.He could carry her, and she could always depend on him, and he would be a better man than a drunken wimp.

Laszlo summoned up all his courage and knocked on the door. The hinges on the door were already rusted, and the door creaked and was easily pushed open.He put the latch on and stepped firmly inside.

The room was dark, and the air smelled unpleasantly of bodily fluids.There is nothing here except a box.A large number of straws are scattered on the ground, layer upon layer.

Laszlo is familiar with this place, and "poverty" can be regarded as a compliment to it.The man's eyes adapted to the darkness, and he slowly saw the delicate figure of the woman sleeping in the straw.

"Amysey!" he cried, as gently as he could, "my dear Amysey, wake up!" Laszlo crouched down on all fours and crawled cautiously beside her.

He almost fell headlong into the straw that was being used as a bed, but he managed to balance at the last moment and settled on his buttocks.

The woman whimpered weakly, and instead of waking up, turned away with a grunt.

Laszlo stroked her hair, which felt like a ready-made straw, and then slid his hand down her back, touching her sides, and then moved to her belly, which should be delicate and white. , round belly...

The woman's lower abdomen was completely flat, and Laszlo's mind was instantly enveloped in a red mist that was more depressing than drunk.Her stomach was flat, as if there was nothing in it.

"Saint Andrew, Christmas, Mother of God," Laszlo murmured the names of the months, fearing the worst, "Last Ramadan, Lent, St. George, Pentecost , St. John, St. James... a total of... nine months!"

All his anger, all his despair, came back all at once, and this man who had been planning a better future on the road was once again replaced by that tiny existence who was afraid of tomorrow.

He grabbed the sleeping woman's arms, pulled her up in one violent motion, and began shaking her like a rag doll.

"Where's my son?" he yelled into Amysey's horrified face. "Where is he? Where's my son? You dirty bitch?!"

The woman screamed, not knowing who had attacked her in the middle of the night, and shut her mouth when she recognized the sunken cheeks of the man.

"You gave birth and didn't tell me?" Laszlo shouted louder and louder. "Where did you put him? Tell me! You sold him, didn't you? Or did you keep him in the church? Answer me, for God's sake!"

Aimise struggled to break free from the man's control, stood up, straightened the rags on her body, and then retreated to the wall.She didn't answer his question, but just waved her finger in front of her mouth.

"Be quiet!" she begged Laszlo. "Stop yelling like that, you stupid brute!"

"Stupid bastard?" The man also struggled to stand up. "I'm good enough, I squeezed my seed into you, you disgusting flea-ridden whore!"

"No one wants your seed!" the woman screamed angrily. "You're just a clumsy idiot! I told you I'm not your wife, so leave me alone!"

"You're pregnant with my child!" Laszlo yelled back, he didn't care if he woke up all of Timisoara, he didn't care about anything anymore. "In my opinion, you are my wife!"

Emily suddenly laughed.It was a crazy, angry, disgusting sick laugh that made Laszlo's hands clenched into fists.

"You idiot!" the woman yelled, laughing hysterically. "You stupid, good-for-nothing bastard! You know what? You came to my place once, just once, and you didn't come out in time!
You are nothing to me!Nothing!There is only one reason I let your seed stay in my stomach, do you know how many people are willing to pay a high price to patronize a pregnant woman?You know how much these guys paid me to keep your little bastard?When your little bastard was kicking me in the stomach..."

Laszlo couldn't listen any more, and he felt that if he heard one more word, he would go mad forever.Another wave of nausea came over him, nausea and dizziness, and the stinking cabin danced with him.

Hearing the woman's last words, he sprang forward, pounced on her, and slammed his fist into her face so hard that the woman was hit against the wall and spit out two teeth.

Blood gushed from Amy Sai's mouth and nose, and her face suddenly turned purple, but she didn't cry.She stopped laughing wildly and looked at the angry Laszlo with a very serious expression.

"Do you want to know, do you really want to know?" she asked softly, "I didn't give him to anyone, I gave birth to him six... no, seven days ago. But he didn't even cry could cry, so I let the river carry him away," she whispered, with tears in her eyes, "my little..."

"What did you do?" Laszlo stared at her in horror. "What did you do, you godless dirty whore? What did you do?"

"I put your baby in the river!" Amy Sai screamed at the man, because it was the only way for her to escape the pain that was eating her inside. "What else do you think I can do? What do you think you can get for those few copper coins? You've already got what you paid for, and you have no more rights!"

At that moment, Laszlo's already overstretched strings snapped.

In the depths of his being, where he perceives the world, where he weighs the most important things, comes a crisp sound.

He threw himself at the woman's throat, too fast to be noticed.Dirty fingers were intertwined on the snow-white neck, and two strong hands tightly closed on the fragile body parts.

Amysey's whole head was red, her eyes were swollen, saliva burst from her mouth and splashed on the man's face, but he didn't wipe it off.

They slipped and fell on the straw-strewn ground, but their grip did not let go.

The woman struggled helplessly, pulling Laszlo's hand more and more weakly, and then stopped, lying motionless on the straw.After the last trace of life had left her long ago, Laszlo still did not let go.

It was a long time before he let go of his hand before Laszlo realized what he had done.He killed a woman, he became the murderer of the mother of his dead child.But he didn't feel fear and panic. This feeling has always been entrenched in his heart, but it didn't become more intense because of the murder.

Something was stinging his forearm. Laszlo raised his hand. The faint moonlight shone in through the only window of the cabin. There were bloody scratches on both his arms, and blood flowed under eight torn skins. Bleeding.

His throat was starting to hurt too, in fact he had been screaming until just now, but in his delirious state he couldn't hear his own voice at all.

Laszlo stood up, took one last look at the dead woman, and staggered out into the narrow street.

At least half a dozen shirtless men were waiting outside, and people were woken up by the frenzied shouting, and the daring ones ran out of the house to see what was going on.

They held various tools in their hands, one with a kitchen knife and another with a large stone, while the most daring pointed at Laszlo with a wooden fork covered in excrement.

"What are you doing in there?" the man yelled at him, "Answer me, you bastard!"

At the same time, someone glanced into the room and immediately shouted frantically.

"He killed her!" came a terrified cry, "He killed Aimise!"

"You deserve to go to hell!" The man moved forward with a fork. "The only thing a murderer deserves is..."

The steel flashed in the moonlight, and Laszlo drew out the Saracen sword, cut a long gash in the man's abdomen, then turned halfway, and slashed at the face of the man holding the knife with the same momentum.

The kitchen knife fell, and the man had a shallow gash on his face, but the first man was in much worse condition.He dropped the dung fork and clamped his round belly with both hands, but it didn't help. The incision opened the abdominal wall like a big mouth, steaming and gurgling.

After that, no one dared to step forward to challenge Laszlo, but they did not dare to turn their backs on him. They slowly backed away, and the circle around them was slowly expanding.

"What happened?" Another voice rang through the bloody night, "What the hell is going on here?"

Patrol guards, a thought flashed in Laszlo's mind, he picked up the dung fork with his other hand, and threw it at the two shaking figures that appeared in sight.He didn't know why he did it, he just wanted to throw the biggest thing he could find nearby so he would have more time to escape.

The wooden fork stained with feces drew a beautiful arc and whizzed past in the cool night wind. Laszlo, who always failed in knightly tournaments, now threw the most accurate throw in his life. With one shot, it pierced the tall guard's throat.

The soldier fell to the ground, spitting blood, dying.Kneeling helplessly beside him, his companion impulsively pulled the dung fork from the man's neck, and more blood began to ooze from the wound.

"Don't come near me again!" Laszlo yelled, waving his bloody sword, and neither the people standing around him nor the guards who watched his companion die dared to approach him. "Don't move, don't move..."

Then he turned and ran as fast as he could into the open space of the street.He had fled this horrific crime scene, this hideous neighborhood, and Timisoara.

He was still running, the sun was up behind him, he ran into paths that were not roads, into forests, into bushes.

Somewhere, a rooster crowed, and Laszlo heard a satanic ominous cry, and a familiar voice slowly rang in his head.

From now on, his life will change.

(End of this chapter)