Temple Sword

Chapter 150 The Touched Soul

1322, St. George's Month (April)
Skradin, Croatia

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There are plenty of words for spring by the sea: delicious, colorful, fragrant.Laszlo quickly adjusted to his new life, and now that he no longer had to run away or lie, he enjoyed new possibilities.

A few days after first meeting Mulladen Subis, he moved out of the house of the wheelwright and his mouthy mother-in-law.

He got his own house near the Governor's City Palace, not very large, but with a small garden, with a small well and small stables, which filled him with terrible pride that it was his own.

In fact, it was his own first home.There was just a simple bed, a wardrobe, a table with chairs, and a small fireplace, but that was all Laszlo needed for now.

He thought about buying a comfortable bathtub in the future, but he was not in a hurry because he felt that the Krka River, which was only a stone's throw from home, could be used to wash until the end of summer.

He designated a corner in the small garden as a compost area, where he put all the rubbish and dumped the contents of the manure bucket.

If he occasionally needed to do his laundry, Skradin's laundresses were happy to be there for him for a small fee.

After their first conversation, Muladen kept an eye on his new subordinate.

Laszlo's men followed him wherever he went, but they didn't do a good job because Laszlo would catch them following him every time.

Of course, in order to meet the Governor's expectations, he always pretended to know nothing.

Since Muladen hadn't given him any quests, he wandered the streets of Skradin all day long, just in time for the governor's men to see his every move.

He went to church, where he confessed his crimes, but murder and robbery were not mentioned at all.

He went to the market, and every morning he would buy a big red apple, chew it heartily, and drink a glass of wine or ale in the best tavern in town.

Afterwards, he leisurely walked to the river, and occasionally chatted with the fishermen. Once, on a whim, he bought an old fishing rod from them. The worm's hook was dangling in the river.

He doesn't fish for a living, it's just for fun, so he doesn't mind if he hasn't caught anything by noon, and walks to an inn for lunch.

But if he catches a fish, he takes it home, disembowels and cleans it in his garden, builds a little campfire, and cooks himself a crispy lunch while the watchers watch .

There was only one thing that Muladen's men couldn't see: when night fell, Laszlo would take out a small box wrapped in rags from under the wooden floor under his bed, fondle it for a while, and look at the Scratched and dented padlock, figured out how to get the lock unlocked, then murmured something tender, then wrapped the case and put it back under the floor.

He lived in the hut for two weeks and was followed for two weeks.When he returns from an unsuccessful fishing trip, Laszlo spots a beautiful girl on the street.

The ebony-haired, brown-skinned, slender girl was walking home from the market with a basket of vegetables in her arms.When her eyes met his, he was instantly captivated.

Laszlo, forgetting his hunger for a moment, was going to go to the inn with his rumbling stomach, but when he saw the alluring girl, his legs took him in another direction.

He followed her all the way to a big stone house. The servants were busy in the yard, and he couldn't get over the stone fence and the big iron gate.

It was a dreamlike moment, one that Laszlo had never felt in more than 30 winters.His heart was beating violently, his breathing had become rapid, and his stomach was sickeningly sweet.

It felt like a tickle from the soul, and at this moment, he had even forgotten that he should pretend not to notice his stalker. When the dream girl disappeared into the house, Laszlo turned body, and strode towards Muladen's men.

"In the holy name of God, who is this angelic creature?"

Dimitri, who was caught by the shoulders by Laszlo, was embarrassed because he thought he was perfectly lurking behind Laszlo, among the houses in the narrow street.

"Speak, can't you hear? Who is this beautiful girl?"

The thin Dimitri struggled quickly, shaking his small body, and quickly shrank out of Laszlo's hands.

"You don't need to know," he replied deadpan. "You can't have her anyway."

"So he is the daughter of a nobleman?" Laszlo asked with some disappointment, "Isn't she a servant at home?"

"No," the man didn't even blink, "I told you, you don't need to know who she is."

Of course Laszlo needed to know who she was, and he was struck by this terrifyingly strong sense of the unknown as if struck by lightning.

Only then did he realize that what he felt for the whore Amise in Timisoara was not love at all, but an attachment mingled with lust, the only thing that took him into his arms and welcomed him. into the body of a woman.

This time, though, it's completely different, he needs to know who she is... Laszlo is already thinking about how to win her parents' trust, and in doing so, her favor for him, if she hasn't already been betrothed to someone else.

True, he once held a knighthood, but he'd lost his coat of arms long ago in that damned tavern in Timisoara.

However, his appearance is still that of a nobleman. Although he has been squandering the property he stole for more than half a year, the money is still enough.

But as long as he lives in his own little house, he can't appear in front of the girl's wealthy parents, who might laugh at him, might kick him back into the street...

But he is now the governor's man, who knows how far his status will be promoted, and how dazzling he will shine in the process of serving Muladen Subis?
"At least tell me her name!" he begged Dimitri. "It's very important to me, and you don't get into trouble by saying a name."

Muladen's lackey hesitated for a moment, and then directly said what Laszlo wanted to know.

"Sophia."

"Sophia," Laszlo repeated under his uneven breathing, his eyes sparkling, before shaking his head, looking firmly at Dimitri.

"Look at me, you stalker! Tell Lord Mulladen that I'm ready for whatever he wants me to do. You've been watching my every move for two weeks, and you know I don't have any Shady place.

I'm tired of waiting, does the Viceroy want me to leave Skradin and find another job in another city?My body and soul are ready to serve him, and if necessary, I will swear allegiance to him, tell him! "

Again the thin Dimitri hesitated for a moment, for the man was not asking but commanding him.But his task is to report any actions of Laszlo to the governor, including what he has said...

He looked at Laszlo angrily, nodded, and ran to report to his master.

Laszlo watched the departing minions with a satisfied smile, convinced that he would not have to wait any longer now, and that if he rolled the dice well, the governor would turn him into a great nobleman in no time.

(End of this chapter)