Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king

Chapter 305: Favors

Chapter 305: Favors

The streets of Yarzat buzzed with life, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the stone buildings and cobbled roads. Merchants shouted their wares, and children darted between carts, their laughter echoing through the air. Amid the bustle, two men walked with measured purpose, their heavy boots clinking against the stones.

Lucius adjusted the weight of his breastplate, the polished steel gleaming faintly over his chainmail. Beside him, Marcus strode with less composure, his scowl dark as thunderclouds.

"You're a piece of shit, you know that?" Marcus growled, his voice low but laced with fury. He shot Lucius a glare that could have cut through their armor. "If you want to die, fine. Go do it alone. Don't drag me into this madness."

Lucius sighed, his eyes fixed ahead. "Are you done?"

"No," Marcus snapped, his tone sharper. "I am not done. Next year, Lucius. Next. Bloody. Year. We were going to retire! Land, a little farm, a good life—gone, because you couldn't keep your damned mouth shut and just stay content as a sergeant, you had to poke the bear and then throw me toward it ."

Lucius turned to look at him, his expression calm but firm. "It's not just my mouth, Marcus, our prince chose us'' 

Marcus threw his hands up. "Oh, of course! The prince! You've got to impress him, don't you?He chose you,not me. Meanwhile, I've got to haul my ass to some godsforsaken backwater with you, where peasants are sticking pitchforks into anyone wearing armor!"