The degree zero boy should have perished upon birth. Or, at least, during the first few days of his worthless life. Yet he had lasted thirteen years.
Thirteen whole years!
Not only that—this bastard had survived in a place where shadows could not. A place where some of the world’s most dangerous killers had perished. Not long ago, they had earned infamy for taking the rebel castle in the Northern Baronies without losing a single man. This last task was a hundred times easier. Perhaps a thousand. Yet they had all died.
All except this bastard—and he had done more than just survive. He had managed to hide, taking advantage of the fact that Pence had to immediately return to his personal binding stone before making his way back to the estate. And he had done more than just hide. He had hidden without leaving any clues behind. Pence’s men slaughtered one northerner after another, beating all of the information they could out of each, and none had given them anything helpful.
Something was off about this boy. So, the picture which had been in Pence’s mind was not entirely true. He would have to begin again.
End of Book One.
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