Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 11 11. Bullshit

Joniva nodded with satisfaction at Darkus' answer, because this was the most respectful and humble surrender he had ever seen so far.

"Well said, Baldek Blackblade of the Thousand Devours. I accept your surrender. You will be treated fairly before you are handed over to our Duke Herpanse de Leonis."

Darkus then said politely: "I wonder if you can give me one last help? The moment I prepared dinner, you captured us. Can you give me a chance to have the last meal? If you I would be honored if you would join.”

Joniva and Bassetine looked at each other, and Bassetine said: "Why not?" Joniva said enthusiastically: "I'm a little hungry too." He handed the rifle to the attendant, turned over, dismounted, and took the weapon. The noble curved sword of Keus.

Bassetine also turned over and dismounted, looked at Darkus, and imitated his father's intimidating tone and said: "Be careful, Druch. If you make any abnormal move, you and your men will be punished with the most painful death."

"Walking alone, do you tell Druchi about the most painful death?" After thinking about it, Darkus smiled and said: "I assure you, my lord, the food is cooked by me myself. It is neither poisonous nor harmful. I won’t give you any medicine. I swear to Loyk, the God of Faithfulness, that you will eat your fill and leave the tent unscathed.” He made an elegant noble salute.

The interior of the tent was woven with druzi-style patterns of silk and was illuminated by ceiling candles. A small feast was laid out on a beautiful long table, and the tent was filled with aromas.

Two Druchi nobles and two Bretonnian nobles sat opposite each other enjoying a feast.

Joniva held the wine glass and curiously asked Darkus: "You said you are from the Thousand Bites family, so why are you called Black Blade? Shouldn't you be called Thousand Bites?"

Darkus smiled, poured the wine into the glass and said, "This is my life experience. This story is too long to tell. Are you willing to listen to this story?"

Joniva said in a curious tone: "Tell me about it."

Joniva and Basset remained vigilant and alert to any unusual movements. But stories are the best pastime at the tables of Bretonnian nobles.

Darkus took a sip of wine gracefully and said, "This is a very cliché thing." Then he cut off a piece of the barbecue on the plate. He continued in a heavy tone: "A long time ago, Chaos erupted from the rift and swept the world. We followed the steps of the first Phoenix King Aenarion, drove out Chaos, closed the Chaos Rift, and saved the world. After that, our legitimate Phoenix King Malekith was not recognized, and the civil war started. Father and son brothers of the same family drew swords at each other. The mother chased the child with a sword on the street, and the child stabbed the mother with a spear. After a long battle, Countless cities and villages were destroyed, our homeland, the Kingdom of Nagaryth, was torn apart, and those loyal to the Phoenix King were exiled. My family came to Nagaryth on a black ark, and the name Nagaryth is to commemorate Our former home, Nagaryth. The Black Ark ran aground on the shores of the Cold Sea, where the family settled and took root."

Franais next to him was eating the steak in front of him calmly, and he understood Bretonnian.

"Basestine, this steak is unparalleled, you must try it." Joniva interrupted Darkus' story and pushed the steak to Bassestine.

Darkus raised his eyebrows and said, "Thank you for your recognition of my cooking skills. You can try this baked snail dish. I made it according to the recipe of Bretonnia."

Bassetine cut into the steak and said, "Please continue. I'm interested in your story."

Darkus continued his narrative: "The war lasted for generations, and countless divided families fought countless battles for the Phoenix King and the False King. The war came and went, and each family believed that the other was dead or had been killed. Time has forgotten. During a battle, my father met my mother. When he was still in the Kingdom of Nagaryth, my mother's family's manor was next to the Qianye family's manor, and the two families had been friendly for generations. Unfortunately, she Captured, she gave birth to me.”

Franais was holding a wine glass and drinking Portuguese wine. Hearing what Dacus had made up was so outrageous, he was a little overwhelmed and almost choked the wine into his lungs. Feeling the strange gaze, Franais put down the wine glass and said in Bretonnia: "I'm sorry, my lords, I am recovering from a serious injury."

Darkus glanced at Franais and continued to preach in a sad tone: "My mother died shortly after giving birth to me. I was ostracized by my family since I was a child. My father and brothers beat and scolded me wantonly, treating me as a shame to the family. Once, my brother stuffed me into a wooden barrel with a highly venomous stone viper in it. I squeezed its head tightly with my hands, and I stayed with the poisonous snake all night. Another time, I said I was taking I went hunting, and I was so happy that I couldn't sleep all night. I thought they finally accepted me, but it turned out."

While talking, Darkus suddenly stopped and looked up at the candle on the ceiling. The candlelight shone on Darkus' face, and tears rolled in his eyes.

"I was the prey. My brothers kept chasing me. I could only run as hard as I could and kept running. They deliberately shot arrows at my side, kept laughing, insulting me, and humiliating me. I want to turn around and face them calmly and fight with them, but I really can’t muster the courage, I’m just a loser, I hate it so much.”

Darkus picked up the wine glass and drank the Portuguese wine in one gulp, adjusted his mood and then said: "I am sixteen this year. According to the tradition of Druchi society, when a noble reaches adulthood at the age of sixteen, he needs to go on a plundering voyage. During the trial, the captain threw me on the shore and drove away. I could never go back, and I never had to go back.”

There are a lot of loopholes in the calf's story, but I can't stand anyone believing it.

Bassetine sighed, shook his head and said, "Illegitimate son, alas."

Darkus continued: "I have a brother named Lacasse."

Joniva raised his head suddenly and asked: "Druch invaded Briogne in 996 of the Bretonian calendar, and Duke Corentin died in the battle. The leader is named Lacasse. Is he your brother?"

Darkus nodded and said, "Yes, that's him."

Joniva and Bassetine looked at each other, with surprise and then disappointment in their eyes.

Joniva sighed and said: "The Duke of Corentin's family is extinct."

Darkus closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the rising tide outside. It was like rolling thunder, and the waves were getting closer and closer, as if thousands of troops were rushing in mightily.

"Feel sorry."