Dagon Shwe Yar - Kambalani Underworld

[1]

The year was 1630, a time in French history. At that time, great wars were being fought across Europe over religious divisions, between the Roman Catholics on one side and the Protestants on the other. First, France, weakened by internal unrest, was unable to participate in these wars.

At that time, France was ruled by King Louis XIII, and his chief minister was Cardinal Richelieu, advisor to the powerful Cardinal de Bourbon. The king and Richelieu were making great efforts to establish a central government in France. However, there were two obstacles to this.

The first was that the French Protestants were not only quite powerful, but had also sought help from other Protestant countries, and had thus revolted against their own government. The second was the power of the ministers. The French Protestants were called "Huguenots, "

Before this, the Huguenots had captured the French fleet and had even taken the fortified city of La Rochelle . They had been promised help from England and had rebelled against the King of France and the Pope's advisor, the Cardinal. However, Cardinal Richelieu, who was a powerful and influential man, successfully defeated the Huguenots. The whole of France was under the influence of the man who wore the scarlet robe. However, there were those in the country who secretly tried to usurp his power, and the Huguenots hated Cardinal Richelieu very much.

In order to curb the power of the nobles, Richelieu issued a decree prohibiting the practice of swordplay. At that time , the nobles of France, who were rich and powerful, took the law into their own hands and, not listening to the French court's legal rulings, decided to fight each other with swords, and the winner was decided by the winner. Therefore, Richelieu's decree was to prohibit it. The nobles, however, stubbornly refused to accept the right to fight. The colonel's decree was that if two men fought each other with swords, the penalty would be death.

The king's mother, the queen , hated Cardinal Richelieu and conspired with his enemies. Richelieu was plotting to overthrow the country, and even accused King Louis of it. The cardinal's life was hanging by a thread. The king did not see Richelieu, and his loyal followers gradually began to withdraw from him. But finally, when the king learned of Richelieu's loyalty, Richelieu regained his former power. Richelieu's power faded in November 1630.

In a certain place in the "Satan" bar in Paris, I, Deborah , was playing in a circle. Meanwhile, a young man in our circle

"You are just a piece of paper."

"I'm going to go!" he shouted. He waited for me to curse him back. But this was not Debra's way of doing things. I didn't even look at him, instead I just smiled at the faces of the players.

I had no one to worry about among them except the Minister D'Zonba, so I finally stood up and looked the English speaker in the face with a frown.

"Hey... what did the English guy say? ••• Yes, the tees... This kind of thing is not just cheating on players, only students can play it right."

'Yes, I said it was a sword. What happened? You cast a spell when you had nothing in your hand last turn, didn't you? Well... that's because you know... you're right.'

'Of course... it's very easy to hit you.

"Because you're the one who plays with a mirror behind your back."

Then the whole group burst into laughter. When the laughter stopped, I pointed him towards the door.

There's a little space behind St. James's Church, would you like to go there with me?'

"Follow the diamond... If you want to go, go all the way to hell, I'll follow you."

This is... we were about to clash our swords, so Senator De Zonba entered and, in the tone of a respectable gentleman...

'Don't do it, brothers... I think you've got a little too much money, listen to what I'm saying. The cardinal has forbidden swordplay, isn't it? This time, it's not a matter of luck, brother. You got away with it before, didn't you? Let that kid rest in peace, brother. And compared to people, that kid is still just a kid.

"Life is not important, uncle. How dare a childish creature insult me?"

Then the English boy...

"I will explain what I said. Mr. Zonba, don't speak for me here, sir, but allow me and my friend here to clarify this point."

"That's good."

"I said, and the minister gave us a way. The fair was only a hundred paces from St. James's Church, and we both agreed to go there, and half the people from the fair followed us. And so a group of us entered the little square space where the Samantalya was holding a candle without any disturbance.

The Englishman took off his clothes, and I saw his appearance, which was still very young. His golden hair was flowing over his forehead. Just looking at his face, it was as if a premonition had arisen in my mind. I bowed to him, and then

"You are ready to take on the task."

He said.

He bowed to me again, then, as usual, first clashed his swords. Even if I managed to cut him once or twice, I knew he was no swordsman. There was no doubt about how we would defend ourselves. He was brandishing his great sword, as if he wanted to cut.

I, on the other hand, had simply avoided his attacks, and now I was in a position where the English would be the standard for everything I did. Even so, he was still fighting so hard that I couldn't help but admire him. Moreover, instead of fighting with him, I wished I could compete with one of the people standing by.

But that was impossible. Even though I was playing so gently, the spectators laughed at me, and finally I suddenly got angry and attacked him with a single blow, then jumped over his guard and plunged the tip of my sword into his chest with a single, sharp thrust.

Among them was the commander, who greeted me as he had always known me.

The military commander •••

"That's a very bad thing, Mr. DeVry... What if the man is dead?"

I'm a little light...

"I'm not dead... If it's just for this matter, you guys just go back."

"Yes, of course, I will return with you. Please give me your sword. •••

"Take it... it's okay... but that person isn't dead."

'Kai... comrades, turn left ••• Shatilay ••• march towards the prison...'

In any case, I have been imprisoned in a small prison like a thief and a pickpocket. Every time I think about it, I feel very sad and sad.

The next morning, orders arrived that I should be kept in strict confinement, unlike the other prisoners. I continued to think about everything in my cell, about the cardinal's vast powers, his secret plans, how he could play with a man like a cat playing with a mouse, and how, according to the latest decree, those who cut each other with swords were punished with death.

After about three days, the jailer came to me and, instead of telling me that he was sure to hang me, as he had done before, he brought me a glass of water in a soft voice, which I had asked for...

"I think you'll have to go to the Cardinal, Mr. Deborah..."

'What did you say... I have to go to the Cardinal, yes?'

"Yes"

"Good, I like it, my dear son Cardinal Richelieu, may he live a hundred years..."

I was so happy that I jumped up.

Soon I was brought before Cardinal Richelieu, the minister of the king, surrounded by guards. At that time the religious sects were very powerful in France, and Richelieu, the Pope's counselor, was also the governor-general, and thus had the king's power.

I once narrowly saved his life by giving him timely information. I waited for the Cardinal for about an hour, thinking in my mind, along with the above, about his skill in political intrigue.

Finally the door opened and the guards ushered me in, the minister of the court, Cardinal Richelieu. He stared at me with his large, cold eyes, and his hard gaze seemed to sink into my very spine. His face was bloodless, but his eyes were so bright and fierce that they would have made even the most refined of men tremble.

When I saw his face, I remembered his cunning and his steely disposition. He had oppressed the Duke of Orleans, the king's predecessor. He had also restrained the queen. He had also swept away many of the nobles of France. He had only two years before conquered Rochelle.

Recently, the rebels in Languedoc were suppressed. Thus, although the southern part of France had lost its privileges in the past, and was still discontented, in this year 1630, no one dared to look down on Cardinal Richelieu. It is very fitting that you were arrested, Mr. Ebro, you are a good man, your case must be an example, and you are a man of skill in the sword.

I am •••

"This is me playing with a sword..."

The Cardinal smiled as he said...

' Yes, of course, that's why... '

"I am a poor man, sir."

" Even though you are poor, you should not cause more harm than the rich."

And I once saved your life, sir.

I also spoke out, not wanting to be accused.

For this I ask you, not even once, but for this reason... If it were not for milk, would I have called you here and seen you? ••• Moreover, you have killed no less than 6 people in two-on-one sword fights? Then you deserve to have your life returned to the king, and you will pay for it. There is nothing to say, Mr. Debra. • • • The law will take its course.”

Then I stuttered and stammered...

"I have a request, please allow me to see you alone, sir. I am a dying man."

"That's right."

So the Cardinal thought for a moment, then winked at the lieutenant colonel who had escorted me. When the colonel left, he said to me...

'If you have something to say, say it quickly, Mr. Debra...'

" A man who fights with me, my lord, will not die."

"Leave this alone, that's not what you mean."

"I saved your life once."

"I admit it, but as far as I know, you've killed 6 people, Mr. DeVore. Aren't you ashamed of yourself for being like this with a good man and a good son?"

"Maybe I'll be able to save your life in the future."

"What do you mean by knowing in advance... no?"

The cardinal patted his head gently and then continued...

"This kind of talk is so common. I have... spies too."

"But there is no one in your bodyguard who is as skilled with a sword as I am."

The Cardinal thinks...

"Well, you're right... you're right. Let me think about it."

He was pacing the room two or three times, making my whole body tremble.

"From what I've heard, you're a loyal person to the Lord... Don't answer my question. That's what I said... Okay, I trust you. So this time I'll let you go. If you betrayed me, you'll create your own fate... Bian's Koforet"

Do you know? This area is not far from the "Aok(k)" area .

"I don't know, sir."

'If you don't know the area, you don't know Mr. Dekochiforet.

"I don't know, sir."

"Well... I don't know... but you must have heard his name, and all the rebellions have had his advice. This man is now in Bosconel, Spain, with other rebels, but his wife is in Cochiforate, and we hear that he comes there from time to time. This city is (18) miles from the Spanish border. You will have to catch him the moment he comes."

"This is easy enough, sir."

"Shu... What do you know ? If a soldier from the royal army walks down the street in the city, the news will reach the capital and be whispered. He has 2 or 3 servants at home. And he is a very reliable person. And the spark will start to spread. So if you catch him, you will have to crush him and catch him without anyone knowing."

I bowed in respect.

"There's a man in the house who would risk his life for nothing, and two or three servants who would actually help him when the time came. That's what you have to deal with. Why don't you want to do it?"

After a moment of silence, I bowed my head.

"What should I choose, my lord?"

That said • • •

"Speak... just speak, Mr. Debra... will you do it or not, just say it."

"I will do it, sir... but what good will it do me?"

"I have to bring him to Paris alive. He's a man who knows everything, so you understand why I want him, right?"

"I understand."

"Let me enter his house, Your Majesty. You will have to use cunning at this time. They are suspicious of anyone. So if you cannot deceive them, or if they find out later that you have deceived them, you will not be able to trouble me any more. And I think that you will not be able to break the law that you have broken a second time."

The cardinal smiled and continued...

"Or if you lie to me, I'll put your neck on a wheel and break it."

After looking into his eyes, I

"Be it so, sir, and if I do not bring Mr. De Chifforet to Paris, I will punish him even more severely."

"It's a matter of mutual agreement. I trust you will be a loyal man. Take this money, and when the matter is settled, I will make you double it. These are the names of the two servants. They will be loyal to you. Well... go, Mr. Debra."

[2]

The Coriforat region is nestled between rolling hills and river valleys covered in lush forests. The forests, with few human settlements, extend to the snow-capped Pyrenees mountains that separate it from Spain.

It was near the end of October when I arrived at Cocheforte. I had ridden out of Paris, and the quiet, peaceful mountains reminded me of my childhood. Moreover, I was not in the mood for the task I had to undertake. In truth, the task I had to undertake was not the work of a gentleman.

But... I had no choice. So, as instructed by the village " Ao ( 5)", I arrived at a small restaurant called "Green Pit La". The restaurant was very small and smelled of old and worn-out food.

I said... ' Imagine a restaurant where you can stay.'

"The shopkeeper said... ' Of course...but..."

"Is it because there are too many people, sir, or is it because we're out of food?"

"It's not empty, it's not crowded, this place is very remote, so there are few visitors, man..."

I dismounted and followed the shopkeeper into the front parlor. In the middle of the room, near a window where a large pot was placed on top of a stove, a peasant was talking to the shopkeeper's wife. The woman looked at me as she brought food, and the shopkeeper's husband looked at me with a suspicious face, so that at first I could not sit or stand. My two servants were also left in the village of Ox, so I was left alone, and I was quite discouraged.

After a while, two or three men, who looked rough and tough, entered the shop and looked at me from time to time. I was thinking of a way to escape their suspicion. Then I brought two bottles of brandy from the village of "Oss" and I went. Without knowing anything about their suspicions, I opened a bottle of brandy and gave it to the shopkeeper, who drank it without any objection.

I gave him another piece of paper with a good smile. Then his face turned red and he seemed to be quite suspicious of me. The alcohol that had entered his stomach. He had started working. He spoke quickly. I asked him where I came from, which way I had come, how long I had lived in the village below, and the drunkards.