The Most Evil Kind.

The trio of rulers themselves were also present at the treasury. Each of them hoped that Krapivin's nerves would give way and he would try to escape. Each had brought a weapon. The absolutely clear skies guaranteed that justice would be served today. Albeit in a rather cruel version.

The wind picked up the clouds in just ten minutes. The cloud layer was loose. Periodically, almost-almost, demur came out from behind them, it seemed a little more and...

Alexander left the village as soon as it became cloudy. Disappointedly kicking a granite block with his foot, he ordered to pawn horses for himself and two guards, which he was entitled to by status, and left for the baron's visit.

When after sunset the condemned man was untied from the pole, Eugene only spat irritably under his feet and left.

Only then, going down into the cellar he yelled into the wall.

- Well what the hell! There are no cloudy days at this time!

Konstantin behaved with a little more restraint and reminded the rapist that he might not be so lucky next time.

The girls tried to get to the criminal, but the guards prevented them from doing so, neither right after sunset nor all night, staying close to the man.

Olga and Maria only the next night caught Krapivin and cut off his penis. Ripped it off. The camp guards, who came to the noise of the fight, did not disturb them. Both were punished by being sent as test subjects to one of their own.

The monk walked into town at sunset. A classic absolved - gray cassock and red scarf with a red sash. While regular monks should have them white. In the morning I visited the church and prayed there, and then began to find out the news from the locals.

- Is there anyone here who doesn't know the light of truth?

There were too many of them. And the neighbor, Moore marked, and the shopkeeper was a miser, and the merchant was a bloodsucker, and the owner was one of those who would not receive the warmth of the true fire after death. It wasn't until the second day that he heard of the great mages who had settled in the forest and helped the Lord Baron and his lordship Duke Cass defeat the Orodian army. Further questioning yielded more information.

It turns out that in the fall, right in the north of the barony appeared detachment, whose leader asked permission from Mr. Baron for a free settlement in the forest and received it and founded a village. And when there was a battle at the Cursed Bridge and it became known that the newcomers are not ordinary people, but mages. And powerful mages. The battle was terrible. Many thousands of people died. Not a scratch on them. And the Duke himself knighted them. But you're a man of light, you'd better check my neighbors instead of them. The spawn of darkness and pure non-humans!

The monk nodded importantly, and then visited the bishop and asked him for guidance in the difficult task of educating mages on the path of light, and asked about the road, left the city and quickly moving his feet went to the forest village.

Igor put on his hood and walked along the road with a smile on his face. In front of the locals he shone with quality. The bishop also approved of his activities, though he looked displeased. For the time being, the problem with the local church was solved. One could only hope that this time would prove to be a long one.

***

Alexander greeted the baron warmly. He was indeed glad to see the man. The troubles of the fall had taken a bad toll on him. Over the winter, his predatory features had grown gaunt and turned into a caricature of himself.

- I was beginning to think you were avoiding me, my dear! - the Baron was also glad to see Alex.

- Business, business. I regret I could not come at once after receiving your invitation, Your Grace!

- Your men will be accommodated. Come upstairs with me.

- You needn't concern yourself with my men. They'll go and see how my friends are doing. I hear they've been having quite a party.

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