I hope the black people dont know about it.
Blacks think that you are my lover, whom I torture and keep in slavery.
Yes, everything is very confusing and I don't like it. One thing falls on another, these rumors around us
Eh, no one really cares, Nik. Only Zagpeace digs under us, the main thing is that Peace doesnt learn about us, and thats it.
Peace is the one who knows, said Nik and looked at Kors very seriously, and, as it seemed to him, a little guilty.
WHAT?!
He guesses, or rather, he is sure of it, but so far he keeps it to himself.
Who had told him ?! Unclean ones?
Nikto shook his head.
No, of course, the unclean ones will never say anything to people.
Who then?
He guessed it himself. We are still alike, but he is attentive. Nobody saw your Iness, but everyone sees me next to you all the time. You shouldn't have brought me to them, but I shouldnt have listened to you and took off the mask.
Kors covered his face with his hands.
And he realized that you are my son, and thinks that I am fucking my own son?
Yes, Nik nodded, thats exactly what he thinks.
And how does he imagine it? Does he think I'm completely finished?! That I made my own son a slave and fuck him?! Is he nuts in his fantasies?
He thinks that your wife Iness was your white slave, and an incomplete half-blood child from a white slave he is like trash, not important for a true black, he believes that you dont hold me for a man. Usually, such children are simply drowned, like kittens, after birth. And thats why you treat me this way, even though I'm your son.
Tell him that you are a Demon!
I cant. Zagpeace hates everything Leonardo does, all these rituals, witchcraft and appeal to Demons. He hates Demons. He wont help us, but on the contrary will interfere. It will get worse!
Much worse! Oh-oh-oh, fuck! What to do?
Nothing!
Its good for you to say so, you are poor and unfortunate, you are my victim. And I am a monster, a filthy pervert! He'll put me in jail for rituals with Leonardo, for Kamiel Varah and for incest!
Kors walked around the room from corner to corner:
And you were silent! You didnt tell me anything!
I knew that you would start to get nervous from scratch.
From scratch?!
Nothing will happen, Zagpeace wont do anything to you and wont put you anywhere!
Are you sure?
Yes. And now he has no time for us at all, he is looking for those reds who held him captive.
Kors shook his head.
If I ask you not to communicate with black people, not to talk to Zagpeace anymore, if I ask you not to approach people and not talk to them, will you do it for me?
Yes. I promised you this even earlier.
And you havent forgotten your promise?
No, Vitor, I havent forgotten.
Are you with me? Tell me? Are you with me?!
Yes.
Say: Yes, father. I promise you not to get close to people.
Yes, father, I promise.
I promise you
I promise you.
Not to get close to people.
Not to get close to people.
And Kors, in a joyful fit, hugged him:
Just you and me, without unnecessary people, right?
Yes.
Kors gently kissed him on the cheek, on his own letter, then pulled back:
Its almost worn out, there was some regret in his voice, and Nikto noticed it. He took a pencil from his jacket pocket and handed it to Kors:
Here it is. Do as you want.
Kors took a pencil, he heard that Nik in his thoughts quickly thought: Or do you want to cut your letter with a knife on the back of my head? Kors froze for a moment, but decided to pretend he didnt understand.
With a rod soaked in black dye, he renewed his letter. He circled the lines thicker and smoother. The letter V stood out brightly on his Niks cheek again, and Kors was overwhelmed with emotions, and he understood that they were base and wrong, and that he was feeding Demon with them, and now he was feeding him much more satisfying than with meat before, but Kors couldnt do anything with himself.
Lets go, said Vitor Kors to Nikto.
Where?
To the doctor.
What for?
The reds have good medicines, let him give some to you.
Vitor, I don't want to.
But you need drugs, Nik, and preferably of the Upper.
Can you go to him without me?
What nonsense?
Well, okay, let me go with you and wait for you behind the door.
Nik, don't talk nonsense! What a slavish habit of always waiting behind the door? You will just come with me to the doctors office, and let him help you.
Hes red, I'm not sure he wants to help me.
First of all, he heals people, he took an oath and is obliged to help!
But not people like me.
I love that you keep away from people and dont trust them, but you dont have to be completely wild, Nik. Lets go, why are you against it? Everything is alright. Im with you, my dear.
Nik, head down dejectedly, trailed behind the confidently walking Kors, he turned to him:
Why do you remember now how I took you to dinner with the blacks? These are completely different cases. Dont compare the noble blacks and the common red healer.
He's not common, he is Kudmers personal doctor..
And it is very good! It means that he has good expensive drugs. Reds take tattoos and scars calmly, have you seen their teeth? What are you afraid of?
Yes, but the red ones treat black water very badly, he will refuse to treat me.
What do you mean refuse? Let him try! Then I'll make him do it.
Vitor, no black water is taboo for the reds
We wont tell him.
If he is a doctor, he will understand, and he cannot help, this is taboo
But Vitor Kors didnt listen to him and entered the doctors office without knocking. An elderly man in a white robe and a white cap raised his head in surprise and quickly got up from the table, he quickly reached out to the stack of sheets, taking his glasses from it and putting them on.
A joyful evening, said Kors loudly in red and himself laughed at what he said.
Vitor, why are you doing that, Nikto told him inwardly, but Kors continued to smile insolently, pretending not to hear him. The doctor looked at them, two black warriors in leather clothes, hung with weapons, in some shock.
I I support the policies of the new Head of the town Sigmer and the idea of independence for the red underground people, he said quickly.
Underground? Snorted Kors. What kind of stupid definition do you give to our world? Why underground? Do you think we all live underground here?
This is what the reds from the Upper World think, sir, justified the doctor, for them our world is a huge cave in which we live, yes.
Okay, lets skip their silly fabrications and geographic cretinism, we have come on business and for help, Kors said sharply, and, slightly leaning towards the doctor, carefully looked at the rectangular badge attached to his medical gown at chest level.
Doctor Cartmer, he grinned.
For help?
My name is Vitor Kors, and this is my son, and I want you to give us medicine for him.
He is ill?
Yes.
What is with him?
He has Kors was a little delayed with the answer, remembering the name on the red, hepatitis. And we need the drugs of the Upper. The best.
Hmm, and what kind of hepatitis does he have, what form?
What do you mean, the form?
Hepatitis is different.
Really?
You dont know what kind of hepatitis he has and ask for medicine, not really knowing anything about his illness?
Listen, Cartmer, it's your job to know about diseases, I'm not a doctor.
And the doctor smiled condescendingly:
I have noticed. Well, we need to find out first what happened to him. Establish a diagnosis and then seek medication. Its strange that you dont know his diagnosis. Maybe he doesn't have hepatitis at all, but something else? You would first figure it out
Kors suddenly abruptly drew his sword from its scabbard, forcing Nikto and the doctor to recoil from him in different directions, but he simply thrust the hilt into the doctors hands:
Hold and make me an eight, show me a banal eight, well? Why don't you do it?
The doctor turned pale:
But but. I'm not a warrior!
I'm not a doctor, damn it! Shouted Kors. And I don't have to know all the forms of your fucking hepatitis! You are too proud of your knowledge and medical subtleties here! You look at us with superiority! You see, he knows all forms of hepatitis, but we dont! Let me now make you fight my son and see how you know all the intricacies of swordsmanship! What, you dont know anything? So why the hell am I supposed to know your job?
Cartmer was dumbfounded, and he carefully held out his sword to Kors.
Take it, please. I am sorry if I was wrong.
Kors made an arrogant and displeased face and took the sword from the doctor:
That's it.
He looked around the room. In Cartmers large and bright cabinet, in tall glass cases, there were many hermetically sealed containers, in which all kinds of human organs, embryos and babies with anomalies and other wonders were kept.
Kors looked sideways at the can from which, it seemed, a human eyeball was also staring at him:
What the shit?
This is a unique collection of human organs, healthy and damaged by diseases. I have been collecting it for many years, the doctor answered, not without pride.
Kors looked skeptically at the life-size skeleton in the corner.
Oh well
His attention was drawn to medical devices located near a tall window, half-sealed with thin white paper.
Is it a weighing machine?
Yes.
Kors nodded at Nik.
Weigh him.
Weigh?
Vitor
Shut up, Nik! I want to know how much he weighs. I think he is underweight, I want to know how much to take action. It is strange that this is not obvious to you and is surprising. I have already begun to doubt your professionalism.
Well, well. But then he needs to take off his clothes.
No, this is impossible. He wont undress in front of you.
Not in front of me, I dont need it, but in order for the scales to show the correct body weight.
Go weigh him! I will subtract the weight of the clothes, I understand this.
The doctor just shook his head.
Then let him at least unfasten his weapon.
Okay. Nik, take off your belt and unfasten your swords.
Nikto obediently took off his weapons and stood on the scales. The doctor aligned the weights on the bar in front of him.
Well, what is there? Kors asked impatiently.
Cartmer gave him a number:
Normal weight. For his height, this is a perfectly acceptable body weight.
But hes thin!
He is thin, but not below the norm for his height.
You just don't understand anything!
Well, maybe a little below the norm, but not critical, the doctor shrugged his shoulders. Moreover, he is still young, and he is a warrior. You came from Crimson Rock, right?
Yes.
Where, as far as I know, you spent a long time in a tough siege. Hiking, battles. Such a life is not conducive to gaining body weight.
Are you deliberately misinforming me?
No.
He's got exhaustion!
I would not say that.
Everything is clear, you dont understand anything.
The doctor just shook his head, but didn't mind. He returned to the table and wrote down Niktos weight and height on a piece of paper. Nik, too, silently began to re-fasten his weapons.
Kors took off his boots, because they had a small heel, and stood up to the vertical ruler, put a bar on his head. Then he walked away, examining the figure. Seeing that he was literally a centimeter short of up to one hundred and ninety, he frowned in displeasure and annoyance:
Heck! He hit the bar. Its a wrong device!
Do you speak red? Cartmer asked Nikto.
Yes, he nodded.
The doctor was looking at him very closely, and Nik grabbed the gloved hand onto his belt at his waist.
Do you take stimulants like most black warriors?"
Yes.
Narcotic substances?
Y Yes
If you want me to treat you and find really effective and correct medicines, you must allow me to take a blood test from your vein.
Nik recoiled involuntarily and took a step back towards the door.
You are afraid?
No.
Don't you understand why this is needed?
I don't know, I think I understand.
Having studied the composition of your blood, I will understand what drugs you need.
I take prohibited d drugs, said Nikto.