All Chapters of The Last Dragon Knight: Chapter 31
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Chapter 31 - Anthos's Game
Anthos opened his eyes and saw Kalen and Begryn talking. Galfrido was poking at the campfire, his face clearly still heavy with sleep. Dawn had broken, but the sun had yet to rise above the mountains. Due to the firelight and the tricks of the clouds at that hour of the morning, Anthos thought he saw Ertai’s shadow watching him from the darkness, but he quickly shook his head and realized it was nothing more than the natural shapes of the hour.“Good morning,” he said, still dazed from waking.“Good morning,” they all replied almost in unison.Kalen came over and handed him a bowl. “A little tea?”He accepted and took a sip of the hot brew, which almost immediately warmed his throat.“Could we go over the path on your map?” Begryn asked.“Of course.” He spread out the piece of leather where the map was drawn. “We left Rivero,”—he began to mark with charcoal—“headed east, found a bridge we could cross, and made it here”—he circled the approximate point of the Diamond River crossing. “T
Chapter 32 - The First Taste
Lord Devan was now tied to a chair, his face etched with pain and blood still dripping where his ear had been. Anthos was casually cleaning the blade of his sword, whistling a sticky little tune. Kalen ’Fal and Begryn were speaking with the guards and their commander, Captain Julius. The tower’s second-in-command at the end of the Thousand Roses Bridge had given the go-ahead to hold Lord Devan until the doubts were cleared up, since in truth he was not under the lord’s command but had been assigned to the garrison with another twenty soldiers. Galfrido, for his part, was again sitting at the table, eating what was left of the chicken."Is the beer poisoned too or just the wine?" the warrior asked, looking over the banquet at Lord Devan. "Because I just had a proper binge…"The noble looked at Anthos, and the guide shrugged, making a gesture with his hands for him to answer the question."Only the wine.""You'd better hope so," said the burly warrior, taking a small cask from the cente