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A Soldier's Life - 121 - Flavius and Konstantin
🕑 Added 2024-02-07 17:12:40 +0000 UTCChapter 121 Flavius and Konstantin (Book 2 Epilogue)
The early morning sun was showing, but the forest was in a mild fog as two men in legion armor jogged through the woods. One was scouting left and the other right as they progressed in harmony. Flavius, on the right, asked, “You didn’t know he could heal, did you?”
Konstantin did not say anything for a mile as they raced toward the site where the wyvern had killed Master Mage Sebastian. Slightly out of breath, he finally responded to Flavius’s question.
“No, I did not know he could heal himself.”
There was silence between them for a time as Konstantin was trying to remember the battle at the aqueduct and Eryk’s actions. Flavius asked another question, “Where is Eryk from? Someone told me Tsinga, but he is awfully pale and tall for being from that kingdom.”
Konstantin had them halt with a hand motion and take cover as a giant elk grazing appeared ahead. It raised its head to study the two men. They moved to the right in unison to avoid the beast that could be troublesome if it attacked. “He is from Tsinga—some backwater village. Appearances do not mean much. There are always outliers,” Konstantin said, defending Eryk.
When the two men paused to refill their canteens, Konstantin had a question for Flavius, “Why did you want to come with me so badly? Do you owe Sebastian’s family something?”
Flavius coughed on the water he was drinking, “No.” He appeared to look over his shoulder like he might be heard, “I am glad he is dead, and seeing the body myself will quell some bad dreams. He had no family besides his brother—at least none I am aware of. I think a few illegitimate children are on his estate, but all his property will revert to Duke Ocavtian as it is in his province.”
Konstantin paused as he processed the information, “I did not know that was where his estate was located. I heard he had quite the menagerie of creatures.”
Flavius was removing his boots to check his feet, “Durandus regularly visited his brother. He raised the drakes for the Emperor’s Dragon Legion. Fire, ice, and smoke drakes mostly.”
“Smoke drakes?” Konstantin questioned the unfamiliar creature.
“Smaller black drakes that are too small to ride,” Flavius informed him. “They have shiny dark gray-black scales with red glowing eyes. They breathe a dark, fiery cloud of black smoke. Malicious creatures that suffocate their prey to kill them. Sebastian only had a pair of them but used them to hunt, relishing in the drake’s manner of killing.”
“I heard that Master Mage Sebastian was malicious,” Konstantin said.
Flavius grunted in affirmation, “He has a pack of dire wolves that he hunts with as well. Mage Durandus joined him once when we hunted down a carriage with a baron and his family that betrayed the Emperor. I tell the truth when I say Sebastian was smiling as his pets tore apart the man and his family. He took pleasure in their pain.”
No more words were spoken as they soon continued their run. It was just before sunset when they arrived around familiar terrain. Konstantin had them pause. “The mage and his companion dropped their packs here when they ran. They should be around here somewhere.”
The two men circled the area and approached the ravine. “Did Eryk take the packs?” Flavius asked.
“No, maybe some goblins found them, but I do not see any tracks. Let us check down in the ravine. The summoner’s companion was killed by Sebastian’s drake down there.” Konstantin decided.
There was still enough light of the day to see as the two experienced men searched the area. The prints of the large drake were easily identified. “Dried blood on this rock. Eryk said the drake bit and tossed the smaller elf into the rocks after biting her. Curious, there is no body and no signs of it being eaten or dragged away by scavengers.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” Flavius said. He was carefully moving dried leaves aside to look at prints underneath. “The drake took to the air, and only Eryk left the ravine.”
They had spent too much time investigating the ravine, and Konstantin decided they would camp the ravine tonight. They split their time on the watch and were up at the first hint of sun to go to the site where the wyvern and drake had battled.
The wyvern lay at the edge of the pine forest, as Eryk has described. The smell of death hung lightly in the air and got stronger the closer they stepped. Both men were apprehensive about approaching the corpse. They circled from a distance, and Flavius commented, “I don’t see any wounds on the creature.”
“Eryk said he used poison to kill it,” Konstantin grunted out.
They both found where Eryk had lay after getting rammed by the wyvern. Neither spoke as they read the terrain. Konstantin finally said, “Let’s go and check the drake and see if the collector is there. Should be on the other side of that felled tree.”
When they reached the tree, the dead elf summoner had large maggots crawling all over his body. “Eryk killed the summoner?” Flavius asked skeptically, kneeling to inspect the body.
“He did not hesitate if that is what you are insinuating. I disabled him with an arrow, and Eryk killed him before he could heal himself,” Konstantin noted Eryk’s prints around the site and a legionnaire canteen. He picked up the empty legion canteen and sniffed the contents, his face growing wide in surprise. Flavius looked up at his shock. Konstantin noted, handing him the canteen, “Alcohol, probably rum. Guess Eryk had it in his dimensional space for a special occasion. He said it took him half a day to heal himself. He probably needed it to kill the pain,” Konstantin guessed.
Flavius searched the elf and handed some folded papers to Konstantin. Neither could read Elvish, so Konstantin just secured them. They both walked to the drake. The throat had been ripped out, and the body was chewed on in many places. “Coyotes, wolves, or another scavenger,” Flavius noted the corpse had been scavenged. “They are probably watching us as they are not done with it.”
“They chose to scavenge this one rather than the wyvern as the scales were probably too difficult to get through.” Konstantin thought, “Maybe the poison Eryk used scared them off the wyvern carcass as well.”
Flavius nodded in agreement. They started to work the drake over to get the saddle bags underneath. As they worked, Flavius commented, “I heard the poison barb on the wyvern tail is a most deadly poison, and they are immune to it. What kind of poison do you think Eryk used to kill it?”
Konstantin grunted as he finally got the large saddle bag free. “I don’t know. Eryk doesn’t strike me as the type of person who has the knowledge or aptitude to use poison.” Flavius smirked slightly but erased the expression just as quickly as it appeared.
Konstantin was already digging through the pack and pulling out the collector. He had a big smile on his face as it looked undamaged. Flavius took the pack and emptied the remaining items, going through the contents: camping supplies, two spell books wrapped in oiled hide, and some coins. “What should we do with these,” he indicated everything on the ground.
Konstantin was packing the collector and looked over. “Castile would have us split the coins, but still, we will give them to her first. She will probably want the magic books. Any essences?”
Flavius searched the pouch with the coins again, “No. I guess he consumed them as he got them. I know he rarely rewarded his legionaries with essences. I saw him give a few essences to this beast before, though,” he kicked the mutilated drake carcass. “His collector is not very efficient, rarely yielding an essence from small creatures. I remember the two mage brothers arguing about it all the time when they were together.”
Konstantin nodded, “Well, it is better than having no collector. We still need to retrieve the body.” Both men looked over at the wyvern carcass.
When they got closer, Flavius walked to the head and inspected it, “Looks like a look of blood dried and pooled here, maybe from the mouth or nostrils? What kind of poison does that? Do you think it destroyed the lungs?”
“Ask him yourself if you are so interested,” Konstantin said irritably. Konstantin had his enchanted blade out and was cutting into the throat of the dead wyvern. “Pity we did not have more men here to harvest this creature. It might have solved the Duchess’ coin problems.”
“Unlikely, this is the Emperor’s land. She couldn’t claim it,” Flavius said.
Konstantin glanced at him sidelong, “How many times has Sebastian not reported the facts about harvests and essences?”
Flavius huffed a laugh and shrugged, “Point taken.” Mage commanders had a lot of leeway in the Empire.
Konstantin worked his blade from the throat down to the chest and, finally, the abdomen, working the blade between scales and cutting the hide. He then had to fight through muscles and fascia to get to the organs. As Konstantin worked, Flavius continued to explore around the creature. He saw movement on the edge of the woods and prepared to fire, “Konstantin, a few wolves are watching us. Don’t think they will bother us.” A few minutes later, the wolves were gone, “I know wyvern hide is prized for leather bindings on books and cloaks. Should we take some?”
“You can if you want to spend the time, Flavius, go ahead. I am already not looking forward to carrying back Sebastian’s body as it is,” Konstantin grumbled as he was arm deep in the abdominal cavity. The cold liver came out first, blood still flowing as it had not coagulated without access to air. This turned Konstanin’s arms, armor, and clothes red as he had to clear the massive liver away to reach the stomach. Flavius did not volunteer to help as he was still trying to figure out exactly what had happened here that allowed Eryk to escape.
Konstantin reached the stomach and cut into the rubbery lining, and he dodged as a squirt of stomach bile was expelled from his incision. He made more holes to drain the yellow bile and partially digested contents. He avoided touching it and finally cut a long line from the top to the bottom. A small wave of compressed bones and flesh spewed out onto the ground, emptying the stomach as the lower abdominal cavity relaxed. The acidic smell made Konstantin’s eyes water.
Flavius walked around to look at the mess. There was more than one body in the mess. “That one with the dark blue robes is Sebastian. He really is dead. Would never have believed it if I had not seen it with my own eyes.”
The two men took to extracting the body from the mess. Two children, a man, and half a horse, were in partial phases of digestion mixed in the ball. Most of Sebastion’s flesh and clothes sluffed off as they laid out the body. Konstantin noted, “The wyvern was attacking a village before it flew here. Guess these were some of the victims.”
“Should we take the artificed items?” Flavius asked, indicating Sebastian’s body. He had two bright gold rings, one on each hand, and a thick silver necklace. “These all look like dungeon artifacts.” They both knew if that was true, they would be worth hundreds of gold each, if not more.
“We will pack them for Castile. If they are registered with the Collegium Scholarium, they may come looking for them,” Konstantin said while removing the three pieces.
“What does that mean?” Flavius asked, confused.
“Some powerful artifacts are documented with the Emperor’s College. If you have no descendants or family, they become the property of the Emperor,” Konstantin informed Flavius. “Part of the job of the Hounds is to track down these artifacts for the good of the Empire.” Konstantin also knew sometimes the Empire made sure there were no descendants to pass an artifact to, either through misfortune or the courts not recognizing them as a relation to the artifact’s previous owner.
He cleaned off each ring and the necklace with water from his canteen and placed them in his backpack. The last thing they had to do was prepare the body of Sebastian for transport. “We should have brought the goliath to carry the body back,” Flavius said, not envying the task of carrying the dissolving corpse. “Can I borrow your sword? I want a souvenir from the wyvern. A tooth.”
Konstantin looked at his blade. He had just gotten it back and did not want to loan it to Flavius, but they had worked well together so far. He had also spoken more words today than in the entire past week. He handed the runic weapon to Flavius. Flavius turned to work on the jaw, “I wanted to let you know, Konstantin, that Sebastian sent me to see if Eryk had his brother’s collector.”
Konstantin was immediately on guard by the statement and stepped back half a step, “And?”
“Doesn’t matter now. The bastard is dead, but I think Eryk has it,” Flavius said as he was cutting into the gums. “He is smart enough to know not to use it, but it is the only thing that makes sense. Nothing in the swamp would have taken it.”
“They searched his space when you were all questioned at the Mage Tribunal concerning Durandus’ death,” Konstantin said cautiously.
“Yes, but Eryk was not with us the entire time. When we got back to the city, he went and took a bath,” Flavius said, causing Konstantin to chuckle at Eryk’s love of being clean. Flavius pressed, “So he could have stashed it somewhere before and then retrieved it.”
“Does it matter if he has it now?” Konstantin asked seriously but was considering a lot of things now. But Konstantin already knew the collector was one of the artifacts that the College of Scholars would want. It was a collecter made by a dungeon, much better than ones artificed by human hands. One that would have to be returned to the Emperor if no other family members claimed it.
Flavius shrugged, “No, I guess not,” he got both hands on a large tooth and started wiggling it free with all his body weight. The tooth was ten inches long, giving him leverage. Blood flowed from the mouth as he worked. It finally popped and started to move. It still took twenty minutes, and the runic weapon helped free the tooth. Flavius returned the runic blade, and Konstantin relaxed. It had been in the back of his mind that Flavius might use it on him.
Sweaty and tired from the effort, Flavius sat on the ground inspecting his prize, “I will send this to my daughter and tell her that her father slew a dragon,” he said, smiling.
The pair were soon headed back. Each of them had half of Sebastion’s body on their backs, wrapped in an oiled tarp. When the body reached the capital, Konstantin knew that the Emperor would call on a Necromancer to talk to the deceased Master Mage to confirm how he died. It should help High Mage Zyna if there were any doubt she played a role in his death.
As they jogged, Flavius had pieced a number of things together. The wyvern had lunged at legionnaire Eryk and just died. It had crashed into him and tossed him a good distance after colliding with him. No poison killed instantly like that. That left only magic. He doubted Eryk was a powerful mage in disguise. If he was, joining the Legion of the Lion wouldn’t make any sense. That meant he must have a powerful artifact on him that killed the wyvern.
With Sebasiton dead, he had no one to relay his assumption to. He looked at Konstantin, who ran a few steps ahead to the left. Konstantin worked for a Praetorian Guard. Maybe he could use this information to get in the graces of his own Praetorian Master.
END OF BOOK 2
Comments
Nick
Well yeah what’s more plausible he doesn’t have it or that he has some crazy high spacial affinity that no one knows about.
Xiver
It is refreshing to read about an MC who has some flaws and is not perfect.
Adrian Engel
I really enjoyed book 2 overall. I think Eryk has made some mistakes but he's also learning and what more can you ask. Excited to see where things go from here!
Stephen Pearson
Thanks! :-)
Erick Thiemke
I mean book 3
Erick Thiemke
Book 4 in collections
Stephen Pearson
No chapters today?
Tristan A
Finally caught up. Tftc. Ugh Eryk should have got out of dodge when they all were certain he was dead. Then maybe they wouldn't have even used his blood to track him. Like someone was saying Eryk needs to use this dungeon to it's fullest. Also if he was smart he should just gather all of the herbs and shit he needs in one go. Then parse them out over several days/weeks. This would allow him time out in the woods to maybe hunt some weaker animals/monsters to collect essence from.
TheEarlofBronze
Okay, nice. I enjoyed this, and it's good to see that there will be repercussions. The short term felt a mite to-easily glossed over, but pretty forgivable if its not totally forgotten and swept under the MC armor rug. All complaints and comments aside, I really love this novel. I am being critical because I want it to do well and continue to be a good, consistent and engaging novel!
Danielle Warvel
😂 haha, so mercenary, just like flavius. Love it!
Alex
I wonder what essence can be collected from Flavors
Alex
Eryk definitely feels the pressure of danger around him going up and was ready to bolt. With a dungeon he has to think about the potential to run it over and over and getting multiple essences fast. Moreover after the first.run he can model the monsters in his dream space and train to.do it solo.
Michael Neal
Flavius sucks. Eryk needs to watch out
Silver Beard
I'm less worried about the Legion in general and more worried about the Praetorian Guard. If they decide he needs to join or die...that will be the sign to run in earnest. Ofc he'll likely have to kill Konstanian and Adrain both first.
Danielle Warvel
F***ing Flavius.
Erick Thiemke
From the wyvern, he got an air affinity essence. He has not consumed it it yet either
Erick Thiemke
He got two channeling essences from the adult manticores which he consumed. Then young manticore gave an empathy essence which he has not consumed
Lemes
History is arriving at a turning point. Erick is close to being exposed and will have to make a decision about fleeing the empire at some point in the near future. Now, I would like the author to clarify a doubt for me. When Erick killed the manticores he got three essences, two of constitution and a magic similar to that of the wyvern. What happened to these essences? I don't remember him consuming any of them, much less the magic.
Blorcyn
[The cold liver came out first, blood still flowing as it had not coagulated without access to air.] Obviously, could just be magical wyvern blood, but normal blood coagulates without air (ergo blood clots). The slightly outdated but famous model is the intrinsic and extrinsic (air) clotting factors, and intrinsic is a big part of what undertakers have to deal with. When you die, gravity drops the blood to the half of you closest the ground, then it all clots because it's no longer moving/all your tissue death is releasing Tissue Factor to activate the clotting cascade. Sorry, that was more morbid than I thought it would be before I actually wrote it out. [yellow bile] Bile is green. I know we have the humours and they used to call it white, green and yellow, but bile isn't in the stomach, it comes down the bile tree from the liver, and it's green. Anyway, that's my pointless boring pedantry over. Chapter wise. Love how suspicious and dissatisfied Konstantine and Flavius are once it's their POV. Obviously there's just too much discrepancy, and I'm glad our boy has prepped for the 'why don't you look like you're from the duchy' chat. I'm also glad that he didn't say anything about maybe the Mage killed it as he was being swallowed, cause even if the poison thing doesn't add up (here's hoping Castile can come up with a convincing lie) then that would've been an instant loss now we know that necromancers interrogate the dead when it's important. [ It had been in the back of his mind that Flavius might use it on him.] I definitely thought the same thing as Konstantine here, even if the murder would be hard for Flavius to convincingly pin on wildlife. The timing and then asking about MC was too suspicious. Glad the tension of what Flavius is going to do and when he's going to decide that he needs to roll on the otherworlder is being prolonged, but it's tough. I enjoy the drama, but the suspense of when the other shoe will drop is intense. It's a shame that we don't know a little bit more about the manticore, or have a convincing lie about what the Alchemist has given him, even if Konstantine correctly pins that that's not the way Eryk plays things and it doesn't add up if you know him.
Erick Thiemke
it is just the idea Eryk's affininty in space being crazy large has not crossed their mind.
1536539
Thank you for the chapter, this story is very exciting, i am on edge reading it.
Robin
It's funny that both Flavius and Constantine completely believe the searching of the dimensional space...
Stephen Pearson
I'm always confused at the folks saying he needs to ditch the legion. Actually ditching the legion will be a neat trick considering they can and will check if he's alive and the Hounds can and will track him down unerringly anywhere in the world. Definitely not a spur of the moment sort of move.
PatronTurtle
I think this is the first time necromancy has been confirmed in the empire. Some interesting implications there
Stephen Pearson
Thanks for the chapter! :-)
Erick Thiemke
yes it does seem like things are coming to a head....
MaliMi
When will Eryk ditch the legion? It seems that his cover will be blown soon.
Cameron C
This is going to get Eryk in trouble. Too many details that are suspicious.
TheFool
"With Sebasiton dead" - typo, Sebastian
