It's time to heal, rest, and get paid.

The next week passes for you in a series of monotonous events: short awakenings to take food and medicine; constant excruciating pain in numerous wounds; the noise of peasants walking inside and around the inn building, working to restore what was destroyed.

However, during these days something has been imprinted in your memory...

Screams and the sight of a young woman distraught with fear...

One of these days, you were able to sit up slightly in bed and look out the window.

There was a loud noise coming from outside.

You looked out the window at the space next to the inn.

Then you saw a mountain of corpses lying on wooden logs and brushwood.

Corpses of satyrs and wolves.

But not only that...

In the center of this mountain of corpses stood a long wooden log, to which a young woman was tied.

You could hardly see her frightened face.

This is the young peasant woman who was fucked by the satyr in the temple. A satyr who, through unholy magic, took on the appearance of the priest Bernard. You think this young woman's name was... Vela. Yes, you've heard her name. Her name is Vela.

She claimed that she did not know what was happening. She claimed that she was only a victim of circumstances and that she did not knowingly cooperate with the unholy forest monsters.

However, from what you saw, the villagers of Olinsford were not convinced of the veracity of this woman's arguments. On the contrary, they were convinced of the opposite.

Before your eyes, a young human woman, Vela, was burned alive along with a mountain of corpses of forest monsters who attacked the village.

The horrific sight of this young woman's **** is forever etched in your memory.

Flashes of powerful flames consume the fragile body of a young human woman, whose face is distorted by a grimace of hellish pain and horror...

What did you do to stop this cruelty?

What did Raul the Wolfkiller do? What did the brave hero, who is called upon to protect the innocent, do?

Nothing.

You haven't done anything.

Your mind was consumed with conflicting thoughts: “Was Vela lying when she said she was not involved in the betrayal? Let's say that Vela was probably innocent and she didn't consciously help the satyrs... But what if even **** "interaction" with these unholy creatures could affect the situation? What if this woman is still a danger to the village? For example: she might give birth to some kind of vile monster from that satyr... I obviously shouldn’t interfere in this matter... The villagers wouldn’t listen to me anyway if I ordered her to be released...”

Indeed, you had practically no chance to influence the tragic situation with the execution of a young peasant woman.

You were still too weak and wounded. You couldn’t even get out of bed on your own that day.

However, to tell the truth completely... even if you had the necessary physical capabilities, you would not even try to protect this woman.

Whether she was guilty or not is unclear.

But it is clear that you are now dependent on those who control this village.

You are wounded and helpless.

In this situation, you clearly should not anger those on whom what is happening in the village of Olinsford now depends.

Similar thoughts wandered through your mind day after day while you were conscious.

At the end of the week, you were able to get out of bed on your own.

It's time for you to get the pay you deserve for your dangerous work.

To your surprise, the payment for your work even exceeded your wildest expectations: the innkeeper handed you 100 gold coins, a large steel two-handed sword and an elegant gold patterned medallion on a gold chain.

Originally, your mercenary contract required a payment of twenty gold coins. This is the price for killing a large and dangerous man-eating wolf. As your mission progressed, you found out that the problems of this village were much more significant...

The problem wasn't just any one wolf... That's why you wanted to voice your demand for an increase in your pay. Three times the magnification. You wanted to demand payment of 60 gold coins. But before you can voice this demand to the headman of village, he hands you an even larger amount of money... And this two-handed sword - it probably costs about 40 gold coins! And the gold medallion? The medallion is probably worth about 30 gold coins.

With mixed emotions, you examine the things that are your payment for solving the village’s problems.

This is just a huge amount of money!

It’s even strange that such wealth ended up in this small village.

However, you absolutely do not care where this money came from. The main thing is that your payment is transferred to you.

Your gaze scans the steel of the large blade of the two-handed sword and you say: “Is this weapon really forged in the village forge?”

Durlen replies, coughing slightly: “This sword? No... My subordinates found this weapon... They found it in the old watchtower ruins. As soon as I saw this weapon, I immediately thought that it would be useful to such a great warrior as you, honorable Raul!”

You thoughtfully examine the steel of the sword.

Innkeeper continues to say: “I have one important request of you, honorable Raul...”

You ask, “What do you mean?”

Durlen says in an ingratiating tone: “I, like all the residents of our village, would be very grateful to you if you... If you, honorable Raul, did not tell anyone about the tragic events that happened in our village... Unnecessary attention to our small village will only generate unnecessary fuss and additional risks for... risks for trade..."

You nod understandingly and answer: “Well. I won't tell anyone about what happened here."

Durlen smiles contentedly and says: “Great! I was extremely pleased with our cooperation, honorable Raul! You saved the inhabitants of our village! We are all very grateful to you! You are a real hero! "

So, Durlen Gruy gave orders for a group of armed militiamens to accompany you on your way to the city of Granveith (this is the capital of the Kingdom of Morthem).

In a small carriage, you and a group of armed militiamens, after a week of travel along forest roads, reached a large city surrounded by stone walls.

You were lucky, you did not encounter any serious threats along the way.

Probably, small gangs of robbers were simply afraid to attack a group of a dozen armed people.

The militiamens left you, and you entered the city territory, paying a small entrance fee to the city guards and completing all the necessary formalities.

On the streets of this large city, the first thing you decided was that... you should rest.

You have a substantial amount of money. It will be easy for you to find the most enjoyable ways to relax.

You went to the nearest tavern. You paid some silver to the innkeeper and found out the necessary information.

Now you know where you need to go.

Quarter of Big Market.

This is the wealthy merchant quarter of the city of Granveith.

The destination is the elite brothel “Voluptuous Rose”.

The most beautiful and expensive prostitutes work there.

You purposefully walk along the city streets. The rays of the sun illuminate everything around.

You will happily realize that the bloody horror that happened to you in the village of Olinsford is over.

This horror is over.

You mentally repeat this phrase, as if trying to convince yourself.