Chapter 2. - The Mountain - Part 48

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The person kneeling in front of Bleda gasped wildly as he tried to say what he wanted in a low-key speech. He knew the king could not stand it if he heard unfavorable news for him. Especially about Attila. There was an old contrast between the two of them, rooted in their father.

Attila was a warrior, glorious. All Bleda had to do was the courtyard, and that was to listen to news about his brother, his actions. He was increasingly irritated by a lot of heroism. They were threatened by the treasures carried by Attila's ambassadors to the royal castle.

Bleda could think of nothing but what would happen if Attila came home and demanded the throne. What he does who is weak, his physical strength is only a fraction of that of his great warrior. Not to mention its war. And now you want soldiers left at home?

Even in their childhood, Bleda was always below Attila. Its physical strength far exceeded his own. As children, they both studied with taltos, but Attila understood the manner of fighting, while Bleda did not, and thus acquired only speech and knowledge intended for rulers. But in this He was better. He liked the trickery, but it couldn't be taltos. He could not participate in initiation, that was the law and the law. The talts could not exercise worldly power with such great power. V alamiért they did not want, but it's not the least interested in Bled. Until now.

By chance, a foreign priest was captured near the castle, whom he did not allow near his court taltos. You interrogated it. This monk told him an interesting thing. About the caves beneath the castle . That there is something down there that has so much power that there is no earthly power, war, or domination that we could have with it, and who actually owns it, can be the lord of the world.

His father and his taltos also forbade everyone from the caves. Well, Bleda's curiosity was revived.

So he asked the ousted talent, who was left alone. Now here kneels the courtier he sent you nowhere to be found.

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