Temple Sword

Chapter 39 Fire in Heart
"The sun is setting too late, damn it, this filthy mother of God!" Olivier sat in the dark of his tavern, his men nodded silently to him, they were bothered by the heat and their own stench, and didn't want to Use your brain, everything the boss says is right.

"Let me tell you, this doggy summer is bad for business!" Black-toothed Olivier continued to complain, "You can't fight before dark, let alone it's so fucking hot."

"At least people are thirstier," said Pera from the corner, "and more people come in to drink."

"Which eye of yours has you seen a guest, Pera?" Olivier turned to look at him. "When was the last time you saw a guest, you bastard? What decent man dares to come here?"

"Well, I'm just saying..."

"Pella, if I sold you to the herders, they'd have no problem taking you all the way to Vienna, because they wouldn't even notice that you weren't a stupid cow! So tell the money collectors what you're brainless about You nonsense bitch, don't bother me with a headache! Come and drink, drink a fart!"

Pera, sitting in the corner, winced in shame, while the others laughed.Olivier turned and continued to scold the summer heat, but at this moment, a burly man blocked a ray of light from the door.

"Who are you?" Olivier tried to recognize the figure in front of him. "We were just saying that no one would—"

"Are you Olivier?" asked the man.

"It's me, who did you hear about—"

"Are you the moneylender who made his fortune on the blood of the young squire?" the man interrupted him again.

"Listen, my friend," Olivier smiled nervously at him, "I don't know who you are, but I'm tired of being interrupted all the time—"

"I'm not the devil," the man approached, and Olivier saw the red cross on his chest at this time, "but you will hope that it is the devil who comes to you, not me!"

Before Olivier could speak again, William pulled out the dagger and nailed his right hand to the table.Pera, who had been curled up in the corner, raised her head amidst the screams of her boss, drew out her knife and rushed towards the knight.William snatched the knife from his hand with one movement, kicked him flying and smashed him to the table in the distance, his head was bloody.

"I don't advise you to do this," William yelled at another burly lad who was walking towards him, before continuing to stare at Olivier. "Get them out of here or I'll slit your throat."

"Get out!" Olivier ordered his men, "You heard what he said, get out of here!"

"Now, my friend," the man squeezed Olivier's left hand hard like a pincer, "you are a lucky man, and you must have some very good friends up there, because the rector will not allow me to kill you. "

Hearing William's words, Olivier stopped howling, he snorted, opened his mouth with bad breath and asked, "Who are you? What do you want?"

"You sent my son against Goliath," revealed William, "so you should already know what I want. I want Goliath."

"What do you want him to do?"

"kill him."

"No!" objected Olivier, "I cannot give him to you!"

"Tell me where he is!" William threatened.

"Please understand me, Templar," Olivier begged, "I live by Goliath, and my business depends on him! There is no better warrior than Goliath!"

"I came to kill you," the knight shook his head, "do you think I care what you do for a living?"

"I see, you are not much smarter than your son!" Olivier laughed wildly, "The rector won't let you kill me, how do you think I will tell you where my most capable men are so that you can kill me?" he?"

In response, William put Olivier's left hand on the table and stuck Pera's knife in it, the lender's howling almost unbearable.

"After this, I'll cut off your nose," promised William, "and then, if you still don't speak, I'll cut off your ears, then your teeth and eyes, and I'll be careful not to kill you , and finally your egg..."

"No!" Olivier cried out in pain, "have mercy, please have mercy!"

William was so close to the ground that Olivier knew what he was waiting for.

"He doesn't live in Buda, and he will never be able to afford a house here in his life." He said anyway, "On the way to Seksberg, near the forest, there is a hut with a fence wall. Little Farm, where you'll find him."

"Thank you." William straightened up, pulled out the dagger from Oliver's right hand, and left the tavern.
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Goliath's last fight was as unfair as his fight with Antal in the barn, only this time it was him who suffered.

William doesn't want to lecture him or torture him, he's a tough executioner now, he's here to kill.With a short spear in hand, the giant roared and charged at the Templars. William dodged the attack at the last moment, and then chopped off Goliath's head with a sword with lightning speed.

The giant's head rolled through the dry dust and hit the hut fence, his body still limping along.A moment later, his body also limply paralyzed, making a dull loud noise.

This Goliath had no family, and presumably no one mourned him but Olivier.William dragged the corpse into the hut, and then put the head that had been twisted into a grimace on his chest. He lit a fire from the crude furniture of the hut and lit the surroundings, and then walked out, watching the flames rise slowly. rise.

First the roof caught fire, sending a cloud of black smoke into the clear sky, and then the fence of the house slowly started to catch fire until the whole hut was engulfed.

Fire always wins, William thought.He turned and mounted his horse, and rushed to Buda.

He looked back at the burning hut again, the flames were just like Vader's thatched hut 11 years ago.

(End of this chapter)