Apocalypse respawn

I see again the familiar figure of RedStar. Behind him is another goblin, buried in darkness. I am on the ground, they look down at me together. Their mouths murmur something, I can hardly hear. I try to speak: I was forced! The commander would have killed me!

Then I wake up. The room around me is quiet, calm, like I've never had it before. This place is safe, physically and mentally. It's been a few months that I've been enjoying it, but I still have these visions. It's the only reason for my survival. What I thought was a curse was in fact a blessing.

They will use me, I know it. It doesn't bother me. It doesn't change anything. As long as my former allies come to livr, my usefulness will be assured and I will be able to ensure my survival. I need to bide my time and make myself indispensable in another way. Only the apocalypse of old age is worthy of taking me.

I grab my hat and slam the door. I walk down an immaculate street. The sound of heels echoes to the walls enclosing me in curves. The path is wide to avoid any barricade. The only structures that stand out are observation towers, the same height as the rows of outer walls: nearly fifty meters.

I turn several times, look at the kinds of lampposts with arrows and plunge into the labyrinth.

I arrive in front of a large square where a castle with moats resides. From here, the incline is striking. I advance under the gaze of the guards, all goblins - like most of the city's inhabitants.

"Again this test?" I ask amusedly.

The goblin does not respond. He approaches like a robot, invokes magic and the system window reveals itself.

[Rargnes Kafe

Class: Armor Nightmare (broken)

Title: Squire of Milton (noble, granted by Louis).

Confidentiality Level: 5

Access Granted]

The goblin withdrew, returned to his rank without giving him a glance and fixed the alley through which he had passed.

I turned away and plunged into the fortress. Were these things themselves alive? I understood the legend that goblins do not lie. These soldiers would not speak under the worst torture and would deliver themselves to their own death without hesitation. They were the successful products. The others were sent to the border, like RedStar.

I passed three other verifications of the city which its inhabitants revered as perfection and accessed a deserted inn. I recited the password, followed the bartender who opens a hatch and descended by ladder to follow a long corridor with multiple branches. Finally, I saw the end of the corridor. Behind me, the bartender had already disappeared. I climbed up steps, pushed hard on an extremely heavy hatch and came face to face with spears grazing my neck.

A wrong word and death was assured. The guards, humans, stared at him then retracted their spears.

"Over there" they pointed to a door behind which a goblin awaited. It was a lot of security for a simple noble's slave but this one was paranoid.

"I have received news from Louis. He entrusts you with a mission." The goblin opened a scroll and Rargnes bowed.

"Milton must deal with the rebels and as his squire, your task must not be very different. The grace we have offered you, try not to waste it. We have observed you and think you have become sufficiently worthy. So infiltrate the rebels, incite aristocrats to rebel. In one blow, we will mow them all down. May the king awaken." He saluted

"May the king awaken," repeated Rargnes "I accept this task with honor."

The difference in power was so great that it could not even be called a war.