Broken Sword's
Ch. 21: Bringing Baramun To District City

The house was repaired and cleaned in a short time. Buwin offered Baramun dinner together but was refused.

Fang looks for an opportunity when everyone is busy repairing equipment, flanking Baramun's arm and then pulling the demon general into the house. Door in the lock, Fang sniffed. "The disguise this time does not use the help of magic tools?"

"My king gave me a shape-shifting pill. One tablet can last three months."

"I just found out that your king is good at distilling medicine. Isn't he a warrior? can you do alchemy too?"

Baramun shut up. The pill potion was not Kuro refining. There are two expert pill refiners who were kidnapped from the upper world and forced to do a life-and-death contract with Kuro. For ten years now, two kidnapped experts are still on the missing persons search list.

Fang did not continue to find out. Out of nowhere the medicine came from, all he needed now was a blue stone to be found.

"Have you heard of the four rumion stones?"

"Rumioni? my great-grandfather once said a thing or two about that rare stone. In our place, the new red became one of the four series of rumion rocks."

Fang's body shivered happily. "Your great-grandfather, still alive?"

Baramun. "Died fifty years ago, killed."

"Owf. I'm sorry."

Baramun felt nothing. The Devil Race did not look too much at family relations. The group's interests are primary.

"So this is why you locked the door?"

"No. I want you to take me to the county town tomorrow. Can it? Thanks." Fang did not wait for Baramun's approval and rushed over when Gana called his name.

Nightfall. The village is very quiet. Baramun stood in the spacious courtyard. The cool air followed the smell of fresh blood, occasionally teasing him. Baramun's black eyes turned red, flickered then returned to how they were.

Sit in an empty room. Baramun plans to go to sleep soon. It was just that, every time his efforts were increased the more difficult he was to fall asleep.

The crowing chicken surprised Baramun who had just fallen asleep. Sleeping barefoot, Baramun's body stiffened and every joint hurt.

Stretching out the body, the sound of bones sounded crisp. Vaporized widely, Baramun was in a moment of daze.

Opening the window of the house, Baramun came face to face with Fang waiting.

"Geez!"

"Devil can be surprised?" Fang sneered in disdain. "Hurry over."

Headache with Fang appearing in the morning, slamming the window to close, Baramun took out all the items stored on the storage ring.

The storage space on the ring was not very large. Most of what Baramun brought were weapons and drugs. Changing into better clothes than yesterday, Baramun came out of a one-room house without a bulkhead.

"Your father knows you're here?"

Fang nodded. He had asked permission to accompany Baramun after eating breakfast. "Wash your face and clean your mouth. You have a toothbrush, right?"

"A toothbrush?"

Cc, cck. The civilization that is left behind is seen from how a group lives. "You wait."

Fang returns home and picks up Gana's old toothbrush that is slightly bald on the fur. "You wear this. Buy a new one when in the county town later."

***

Fang forced Baramun to let himself sit on the demon's shoulder. Picking up a pinch of hair, Fang also accidentally hit Baramun's head when looking around.

"You see!! The chicken cut in the slaughterhouse was always large. Sold in the county town at high prices!"

"Hey, why are you quiet? You mute now? hey, Baramun???"

Baramun, who had never read a poem, recited a piece of the tranquilizing poem he had memorized. If not mistakenly remembered, this verse of poetry he heard while playing in a brothel. An entertainer poured tea and said many things that some of him did not understand.

"Good chicken, good meat, good fruit, vegetables.I don't really like it. Good milk, good free food, anything that's good I'll eat." Fang chattered like an idiot.

"Dad, your mother has no intention of throwing you away?" This boy ate a lot of fat and heavy, his speech was also a bit annoying, if it was born in the Devil race at the moment this boy was born would have been thrown away!

Turning the eyeball, Fang who had been acting sucks so lazy himself. Don't be childish, just be what it is if you are with Baramun.

"Now are you silent?"

Baramun looked up, this kid is not angry right? "Fang, be honest with me. Are you a child or undercover? Your age is just like me, right? You're the dwarf who took people's nests, right?"

Fang picked up a lump of cotton he often carried and stored it in his wallet. "You think?"

This time Baramun was the one who said a lot of things but Fang who had stuffed his ears with cotton looked at the road that passed.

***

Merchants are happy when guests are shopping. Baramun who lack furniture, go to the store and buy a bed, wardrobe, drawers, shelves and many others.

Not having a cart to carry his groceries, Baramun paid for the delivery fee and all would be delivered before afternoon.

"Sir, just calm down. All will be delivered before night."

Out of the shop, Fang who was walking in front smelled a sweet scent. Standing in front of the snack vendor, Fang pointed to the candy. "Buy me two."

"Pay yourself."

Fang squinted. Take out your wallet and pay with your own money. "Marrel."

Sellers laugh. "This is your father? Son, auntie will give one as a bonus. Don't be mad because your father's a stingy."

Baramun's face was dark. "I'm not..."

"Beautiful aunt, you're as good as my mother." Fang's speech cut Baramun.

Standing by the side of the road, one small and one large watch the people passing by. "Is the meal finished? let's go back." Baramun is not at home. The longer the people stay the more people gather.

Fang kept looking around. "You think only your race is thinking of taking over the lower regions? You underestimate a lot of things, huh?"

Alarm turned on. Baramun half-couched down, "There are other races who want the lower region as well?"

Of course there is.

Elf race. Their population is not many, only about hundreds of thousands. But their magic power is very powerful.

The battle for the lower region took place between the demon race and the elves as the new demon race occupied the lower region for two years. A crippled elf was the leader who brought the strongest army to seize power.

In two days of fighting, the Elves lost. Not because it's not too strong. But because their leader was accidentally injured to protect his younger brother who was secretly joining the battle.

Disfigured elves must obtain arrow wounds and sword slashes. The head of the deformed elf was taken from his body and made into a show in front of the entrance of the lower region. Losing a leader in war makes the mental soldiers fall.

The rest of the survivors escaped while the younger brother of the disabled elf became an exiled elf.

"The Fang? Fang?"