Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов
Chapter 6
Youshakeonthatpriceandyoucanconsiderthatno-friendofyoursdead.Youdon’twanttoagree,findsomeoneelseforthejob."
Silencefellinthecellarreekingofmustinessandsouredwine.Acockroach,brisklymovingitslimbs,scuddedalongthedirtfloor.FlaviusMichelet,movinghisleginaflash,flatteneditwithacrunch–hardlychanginghispositionandnotchanginghisexpressionintheleast.
"Agreed,"saidRience."Yougettwohundred.Let’sgo."
ToublancMichelet,professionalkillerfromtheageoffourteen,didnotbetrayhissurprisewithsomuchastheflickerofaneyelid.Hehadnotcountedonbeingabletobargainformorethanahundredandtwenty,ahundredandfiftyatthemost.Suddenlyhewassurethathehadnamedtoolowapriceforthesnaghiddeninhislatestjob.
CharlatanMyhrmancametoonthefloorofhisownroom.Hewaslyingonhisback,trusseduplikeasheep.Thebackofhisheadwasexcruciatinglypainfulandherecalledthat,infalling,hehad
thumpedhisheadonthedoor-frame.Thetemple,wherehehadbeenstruck,alsohurt.Hecouldnotmovebecausehischestwasbeingheavilyandmercilesslycrushedbyahighbootfastenedwithbuckles.Theoldfraud,squintingandwrinklinguphisface,lookedup.Thebootbelongedtoatallmanwithhairaswhiteasmilk.Myhrmancouldnotseehisface–itwashiddeninadarknessnotdispersedbythelanternstandingonthetable.
"Sparemylife…"hegroaned.
