T H E A D D E R S

P A R T 2

C 6
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"The Negotiation"
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Bart pulled out his destrier in the front of the gate. All the guardsmen had drawn their weapons. They were completely covered in mail not leaving a single vulnerable part. At the head of the troop was a man of great structure and holding a spear in his hand.

"Adder, before the war begins,our King would like to talk with you. You should come alone and unarmed."

Bart loosened his helm and took it out.

"I will talk with him. But not unarmed or alone. My brothers will  come with me and they will be carrying swords. But we promise we wont use it until you use it."

"Agreed."

The guardsmen moved over and made a straight path for The Adders. 7 men came with them including the big guardsmen.

"Come along."

They followed the men upto the Royal Keep where there were soldiers posted in twenties all along the way. The sandal polished buildings had an intricate beauty to them. They walked up to the stairs into The Keep. There was a large steel door in front of them. The big man opened it and they went inside. There were almost twenty men inside. They were holding spears and swords. In the middle of them wearing a big black cape was King Fulod. He was an obese man with a thick beard. There were weed and ale by his side. A woman was standing by his side fanning him.

"Welcome to Serinka,Bartholomew Adder. Welcome to all of you."

"This is not a kind of regard for one who is going to kill you, My Lord."

Fulod laughed spurting ale out of his mouth.

"I understand. But i have come to a conclusion,Adder. We can make a negotiation."

"What negotiation,My Lord?"

"A negotiation in which you get what you want and i get what i want."

Bart turned his back onto the King and walked out.

"I will join you,Adder."

Suddenly,Bart stopped. He turned back and looked at the King.

"What do you mean?"

"I will join you in your quest. I will be a brother to you."

Bols looked at the man uncomfortably.
"What the fuck is he talking about?"

"He's talking about a tally,Bols. A partnership."

Bols looked at Bart. He knew what decision he was gonna make. He had known Bart since he was born. So he was sure of the decision.

"King Fulod you dont understand our quest. This is not some small fucking quest. This is a quest in which you wont come back with your lives. This is an indroduction to Heia."

Fulod laughed. His laugh iritatated Bols.

"Fuck this bastard. "Bols said under his breath.

"I understand,Adder. You want the Continent. You are fucking wizards. I wanna be part of your journey."

"Bart dont listen to this bastard. He is not an Adder and never will be. Understand that." Bols said. "We cant bring him to Dresbo."

Bart unsheathed his sword and handed it to Bols. A cultural meaning that he is willing to trust the person.

"The soldiers who we brought from Myriada and Bladria aint no Adders,Bols."
He then looked at Fulod."Betray me,fucker and i kill your whole family in front of you."

"No. Thats all i am good at,Adder. I am trustworthy. "

"Bartholomew Adder. Call me Bart. "

He gave out his hand to Fulod. He took it.