164 Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Four – A Farce 4yr

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Hazé put her hand to the side of her head in disbelief. Feist just chuckled and threw two more bodies on the Disks with impromptu ease for his size.

"How many is this tonight?" she asked a little helplessly.

"I think we're up to sixteen or so?" the hyn Master chortled. "That doesn't count the three duels, of course."

"Sancta Argente," murmured Hazé, especially when she saw his cheerful attitude. "I confess to never having gone to one of these things. Is this common?"

"Well, I don't know about common, but it's not unusual." The hyn patted the corpses, and started pushing the Disk away as she followed, waving her hand to remove the bloodstains and signs of anything having happened. "These are all hireswords, street bravos in servant's attire. Someones definitely want someones else dead, and this low security winery seems to be tailor-made for a proper throat-cutting."

"A set-up, stupidity, test?" she asked, dismayed by the carnage. It wasn't the blood, it was the idea, and the enthusiastic way they were killing one another.

"Probably all three!" the hyn said cheerfully. "I never give nobles too much credit for brains. All that concern with honor and reputati