The Mist and the Lightning. Part 12 - стр. 3
“Yeah, the Reds lived here on a grand scale,” Kors remarked contentedly. “I really liked the rooms! There are so many antiques.”
“Sit down, Kors,” Lis gestured to a chair. “Have a drink with us.”
Kors sat down and poured himself wine into a beautiful crystal glass:
“And their wine is very good.”
“Yes,” agreed Lis. “They make everything generally better than blacks.”
Kors grimaced in displeasure, clearly not wanting to continue this non-patriotic theme, and asked:
“Where is Karina?”
“Just like you, he enjoys a chic environment. She’s taking a bath, it seems. There is running water and warm water here.”
“Yes. I also took advantage of this. That’s very comfortable!”
“Women do it longer, you probably know.”
“Of course. Let her put herself in order.”
They were silent for a while, and Kors, while resting, drank wine with pleasure.
“Are you going to gather everyone in the courtyard on the square?” He finally asked Lis.
“I will, a little later. I want to wait for Nik and then gather everyone. There’s no rush, let them come to their senses too.”
“They will collect the corpses…”
“Yes,” the face of Lis didn’t reflect a single drop of pity for the dead.
Kors handed him his glass:
“For the victory, Alis!”
Lis smiled rather indifferently, he was not at all euphoric that they had captured the Fort. And so much time and effort was spent on preparation, so much excitement and hardship endured. But he still held out his cup to Kors, and only Prince Arel didn’t participate in their conversation and didn’t raise his goblet.
“You seem to be not very happy?” Remarked Kors.
“No, I'm glad,” Lis disagreed. “Kors, I'm not a boy to jump for joy, and this is not my first victory. I have had many other victories. I'm used to it.”
Kors studied him carefully.
“I am thinking now about Karina, about my daughter. Why did she fall in love with you?”
“Well?”
“And I can even understand her to some extent,” said Kors. “You are not stupid, you are cunning. Without a doubt, there is some charisma in you. And this all together makes you interesting, despite the appearance.”
Lis who drank the wine literally choked:
“Here it begins…” he drawled.
“Sorry, Alis, but you are dirty, infinitely dirty. Unfortunately, you have combined the most unrepresentative features of both races. The ugliest combination I've ever seen, and believe me, I've seen a lot of reds and their half-bloods,” Kors raised his glass of dark red wine and looked thoughtfully at Lis through the glass. “Red hair often has a burgundy shade, it's beautiful, like the color of expensive wine, your hair is lighter. Your eyes are not as beautiful as they should be. I will not say anything about the nose. Surely it has been restored countless times and inaccurately, because I see, in addition to the scar on the bridge of the nose, there is generally a curvature. But, however, your dirty appearance doesn’t surprise me, because your mother was a whore, and before your red father conceived you, at least a hundred peasants and soldiers had already cum into her. How couldsomething worthy appear from this cesspool?”
“What?!” Lis looked at Kors with wide eyes, as if he couldn’t fully understand what he had just said. “Don't you dare insult my mother!” Finally, he barely squeezed out of himself.