THE DOG
CHAPTER VII
A Day in Allica
- Hmm ... you really get over it! - The hoarse voice of a beaver.
- I just do my job! the dog responds
- He, he, I like you Ragnar, you have the style and the courage enough to do something as crazy as that!
- Service given is Service completed! Responds to dog Ragnar Rolvo, is 28 years old, tall by the standards of his race, strong, short brown, besides his smile a scar appears on the side of his head, is dressed in a white T-shirt, with pants combat and boots.
Talking with Nestor Potman about the resources he had in his last hunt. - Well, I have a lot of people interested in your Ragnar trophy.
- And how much interest do they have to pay?
Beavers are one of several people who have their business as warring factions, they act as intermediaries of certain pieces, always trying to maintain control of prices.
- Let's say you have at least 500 million for your treasure.
He whistles. - It looks promising, and how much of that money?
- As usual, you get half now and the other when we've closed the deal.
- Hmm - scratching the chin - looks good, I just hope it does not take longer than last time.
- He, he always appears hunting industries wanting to get into the negotiations, but we always find a way - Nestor finishes typing a banking code - Ready here is your part.
Ragnar looks through the hologram for confirmation of the deposit in his account; He stretches his finger to the beaver who squeezes and greets him.
- It's a wonder we have a hunter like you bargaining with us!
- Equally. - Ragnar turns to leave the Beaver's Desk. - Ah ... before I forget, if you find news of my target.
- You'll be the first to know.
He waves and heads off to the road.
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In the city of Allica, capital of nations that are not part of the United Federation of Cats factions, Union of the United Rats and the Carmessin Empire, headquarters of the Animallia Parliament is a few places where members of the factions can move freely.
Ragnar walks among the various inhabitants of the region and others also, on his way he sees of everything, the great bears and wolves of the North complaining of the warmth, proud rabbits swordsmen of Hokun with their sun guard accompanied by their wives, citizens rats and other little ones walk on usspenses, cats gazing in wonder at the tapestries and silks offered by the Bedouin of the desert, the giant elephants finishing unloading their wares while a young finishes her prayers to Ganesha, thanking one more caravan arrive at its destination.
As an important city, as the seat of Parliament and its frontier is connected with the borders of the three factions, maintaining that refugees of both can freely enter Allica, as long as they respect the laws of Animallia, for this they are well guarded by the Royal Guard, patrolling the city and localities to ensure peace and coexistence among refugees.
He enters a bar of his preference, the loud music, the dancers make their sensual dance, enchanting the males and irritating the females, sitting at his exclusive table in the background where he orders a large mug of Mead and a plate of shank.
Even eating and drinking, he feels he is being watched, before sitting down he knew he had new elements, young uniformed dogs did not take his eyes off him when he came in, "Hum, what do these puppies want?"
His suspicions are confirmed, four dogs get up and go to Ragnar's table with the face of a few friends.
- Are you Ragnar Rolvo?" Higher question.
- And if I go? - Taking his mead.
- We want to see the face of the traitor of the Order and the Empire! - growls another dog.
Ragnar laughs loudly, which makes the others angrier.
- Hey, boys, if you came so far to see my face here. - he grimaced - satisfied?
One of the dogs turns the table, stopping the music in the room, the other dogs are snorting, their fangs displayed and their muscles taut.
Still sitting in his chair, Ragnar just laughed. - You really missed the Etiquette class of the Order - taking another sip - Will learn that not everything they teach you in the Order applies in the real world, boys!
- You're going to show us your trash! - growling the group.
- Not! A loud voice from the door echoes through the room, surprising the dogs! - I will show!
The dogs turned and saw a Lion Captain, accompanied by seven more members of the Royal Guard, all armed with gold armor.
- By the King's Decree, which is under the aegis of Parliament, the Allica region allows members of the factions access to them if they do not seek, or start fighting between them, against other peoples and citizens of Allica, such hostile acts will be arrested and deported - of talking putting on the helmet - if they do not want to know our cells get out of here !!!
The four of them even snorting in anger go to the door, not before spitting on Ragnar's feet, a servant comes to clear the table, but Ragnar has already set the table in place, and only asks for another mug of Mead.
The captain gives an order to his subordinates and heads off to meet Ragnar.
- Is your race such a troublemaker?
- Only those who want to appear, Leon - pointed to the empty seat.
- Things like this I do not understand - sitting.
- What for example? Ragnar asks.
- This thing to feel superior to the others, forgetting that all of us were created by the same Hand. - The servant asks Leon if he wants something, he only nods negatively.
- They are taught early on that they are the heroes of the people and the nation, there is a culture of hatred not only for dogs but for cats and rats as well.
- So you mean the factions cultivate entire generations to keep up the war?
- Bingo! There is no movement or someone that runs counter to the system when I realize it falls out.
- I understand
- Well, excuse me for filling up with these nonsense, I have to go and sort things out, am I free?
- Yes of course.
When leaving the bar he follows a part of the large market buying items that are missing for lunch - "seasoning, meat some fruits dried" - for each item purchased he scratches mentally.
Walking down a wide street with several small entrances, Ragnar enters a carpet shop, or asks the merchant to keep his purchases because he had problems to solve "Do not you think it's better to call the Royal Guard?" "Do not worry, it's a family affair," says Ragnar.
Walking to the center of the street - Very well they can appear - Cries in challenge.
The four dogs of the bar come from the alleys that give access to the street, their bodies are rigid and eyes focused on a target.
- You look like you're deaf or dumb? I hope you have some doctor or healer for your wounds!
- There will not be any wounded but a dead one! - Pulling out of their swords of energy they leave Ragnar.
He steps backwards, not to flee but rather to see who is the most affectionate, the first that reaches him raises the sword up to strike him, Ragnar notices his action, subtly advances a step with one arm hangs the blow of the attacker and with the other one grabs it, turns and throws it on top of two, causing them to get in the way and fall.
The third tries to hit him in his belly with a side cut, again anticipating his movement, Ragnar catches his attack and with an elbow, strikes his attacker in the jaw, making him fall unconscious.
Now it is Ragnar's turn, he advances on the others not giving time to reorganize, the first is hit by two powerful punches, making blood and teeth fly and spread on the stone floor, the second still tries to position itself to effect a attack but is brutally hit with a kick in his face, falling to the ground inert.
The next dog has already seen Ragnar jumping on him, to give him a flying saucer, so he protects his face to absorb, slow mistake, Ragnar falls and kneels giving him a powerful creep, so strong that leaves him floating in the air, and then applies a knee together with the elbow, reaching right in the middle, taking out any and all fighting spirit of that dog.
With the four of them on the ground, Ragnar shakes the dust, returns to the merchant picks up his purchases and takes advantage of a small bed rug.
Many citizens have seen the fight, some use their communicators to call the Guard, while others applaud Ragnar for the victory that follows his way to a stop, so he looks back.
- You'd better get your kittens out of here before they deal with a diplomatic problem!
Appears other dogs, all angry in the look, but one stands out, with his mantle that he craves the face just says.
- You have not changed at this time.
- I pulled the stubborn side of my father. - he says dryly.
The figure removes the hood that covers his face, a dog of the same line of Ragnar, but much older, his look of commander fixed on Ragnar.
- I spent seven years looking for you throughout Animallia until I found you here in the capital!
- I've heard that one before, Uncle! - he returned his way. - If you do not want any more trouble get your wounded out of here. - disappearing into the crowd.
Other dogs help the wounded while the old man keeps his eyes fixed in the direction where Ragnar went.
"Why do you throw it all away? Nephew?"
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- Ah! Ragnar is coming! "This is a young fox."
- By the gods! Cries a white cat with brown and yellow stripes. "Is the house clean?" She looks everywhere ... "NO !!!!!" - She starts to sweat cold and runs off with a rag and bucket - It has to be cleaned up for him! - passing the cloth where it detects the least sign of dust!
- Hey, Elly, you do not have to exaggerate! - says a young rabbit in his training clothes.
- Not! not! everything needs is clean! she responds nervously.
- Elly, stay calm, look like his wife! grunts Teddy, a brown bear putting on his mechanic's cap before heading to the hangar.
- !WIFE! - The poor cat has a" nervous tilt "and runs downstairs, cleaning the floor, furniture, shaking the dust of sheets -" So I'm a wife cleaning the house for your husband! " - All shamed.
After turning off his transport vehicle, Ragnar heads for his house, not knowing the tornado inside.
- Hello everyone - entering the house with the purchases.
- Ragnar! Welcome! Elly greets incessantly.
- Our house is impeccable! Did Elly do that?
-! Y-Yes! she responds with her heart in her throat.
- Good job! She smiled and ran her hand over the girl's head to the kitchen.
"He-He liked it!" Elly opens a wide smile and her mind is totally filled with stars and hearts, all with Ragnar's face.
Entering the kitchen where to leave shopping is welcomed by Shiro the young rabbit, aspiring to swordsman and Kattysume the fox, also training Ninjutsu, one of several training techniques for ninjas.
- Greetings Ragnar-sama! They both bow.
- Save small - how was your day?
- I'm improving my domain at Kenpo. - Shiro says - The master said that by continuing like this I will be able to change of range sooner.
- Is that good and while you Kattsume?
- Yes I am trying very hard, my teacher says that my technique has improved a lot, I can already do this for example! - she throws a smoke bomb, disappearing before Rangar and Shiro.
- POF !!!
- Where is she !!! Expired Shiro.
Ragnar just looks under the table.
- How did you find me here! - disappointed.
- It's the only place near to hide! - says to hand over her head!
- Very well, children will wash themselves as soon as lunch is ready.
A black bear appears in the kitchen.
- I'm not a child anymore, Cill. - Shiro says in annoyance.
- Child or adult everyone has to wash for lunch.
A chorus of discouragement comes over them. "Let's see who comes first," says Kattysume.
"Of course starting at ..." He barely finishes counting, and the fox disappears before his eyes.
"Not worth it!" Running out.
The adults laugh.
- Children so full of energy. - observes Ragnar.
- Yes! - Cill completes - And then, how was the negotiation?
- Nestor said we can make up to 500 million! only with the last one.
- It's a lot of money! - while preparing food - especially when you have to take a chance on the cats' capital! - looking sternly.
- It went according to what I planned - making a positive sign - until I found a cool cat.
- A cool cat?
- Yes, she did not even try to kill me! He opened a smile.
- I know-and how did you know that?
- You know I do not know! - sitting in the chair - may seem strange, but feel something familiar in it.
- Familiar?
- Hmm ... as if I had seen her in another place, but the more I try to remember, the more it appears in my memory.
- Maybe fate has decided to hide this information from you, to suppress it.
- Hmm ... - scratching your chin - if you're hiding, I'll be well irritated, I hate suppresses!
- I think you have something to talk to Teddy about, lunch will not be ready if we talk.
- Okay, okay, - getting up from the chair - the great Cill hates revealing his legendary culinary secrets! He nods and walks out the door leading into the yard.
She just watches him out the window and smiles; "He carries a burden too heavy for his back, but in spite of everything he always has a smile on his face," turning his attention to the preparation - "I only hope he does not end up like all those who seek revenge ..."
CHAPTER VIII
The truce for business
The house of Ragnar is close to a direct hillside to the sea, the upper part is the bedrooms, industrial kitchen, living room and games, office and garage for vehicles, in the large yard has a tree with a circular bench, also barbecue of stone, in addition to extra tables and chairs.
Sitting on the bank of the tree, he gazes at the dark horizon that approaches the end of the day, from where he is can hear the sound of the high tide, beating the breaking sea, with his fingers entwined feel the calluses and harshness of the skin.
"Hands of a soldier" - "Hands of those who must protect the Great Carmessin empire against the enemies of the homeland and the people" - words from the time served by the Order Tim, the most senior military academy in Carmelia.
With the influence of your uncle, he learned techniques of fights, shooting, sport, investigation and espionage, piloting among other knowledge of the military area, to bear the symbol of the Order in the chest, training is brutal and without any respite, only the best who were considered worthy to have the symbol ended the course of five years.
He watches his right hand, still steeped in the thoughts of the past, the same hand that pointed the gun at his uncle.
There is a ritual of loyalty that every member of the Order passes, one night before parading for his relatives on graduation day, a pistol is given to execute a member of the opposing faction, before Ragnar there was a little cat that was chosen for execution, when she pointed her gun at her head and saw her crying, remembering when she helped another cat in distress and giving her milk, at this moment he realized that the world was wrong.
"It was a big mess that night" - remembering when he took his uncle hostage, and using an aerial transporter escaped the Academy carrying a group of prisoners with you, but of course it was not going to end like this, managed to deceive a whole system of defense and fighter who went after him to intercept, was almost swept from the air when he was able to cross the border of Animallia.
When he was in Allica he had a reception committee with more than twenty-five soldiers all armed waiting for him - "I must be very lucky!" the city of Allica was attacked by two U's, Ragnar helped in the destruction of the same, had his feats recognized by the King and by the parliament and gained the status of refugee.
Of course Empire diplomats want their leather and the carrier back, only got the second, signing that they would not hunt him while living in Animallia.
Taking advantage of his training, was to learn the art of hunting the U's, with much training, observation and patience became a master hunter, able to hunt U's four-digit. Then he begins to count in the fingers how much he had hunted "Wow, that was all this?" Whistling.
The money made from his hunts could make him the owner of vast tracts of land, enough money to have a complete Division or Fleet or Squadron with him, enough money to buy some countries in the world.
At this point he passes his left hand into a scar that begins a little ahead of the forehead and follows straight, leaving a flaw from what he will never cover, this day he saw the gates of hell open in his hometown and a demon appear to reap all that he could see or feel!
In the midst of the smoke and the rays of energy, his number would mark Ragnar's soul forever! U-19, this monster reduced one of the biggest cities of the Empire in a furnace that could read a book to kilometres of the city.
It was this demon that took his family, friends and acquaintances, the same creature that planted the seed of vengeance in his chest.
He swore he would destroy such a demon, no matter what price he would pay, with time and training for hunter, he learned many things and one of them is that for a two-digit U like that bastard needed something bigger than a plasma rifle.
To destroy a monster he needed to create his own monster.
With a "small" bribe, he managed to have a UBC - the main line of defense of the rats against the other factions, its history is old, to compensate for the lack of size against the dogs and cats, the rats created the first war towers, wooden structures reinforced with leather or even wooden plates, where weapons like beasts and catapults were placed, it was these units began an arms race to balance the forces, and in this hunger for equipment and weapons, beavers and other species have taken great advantage of this new market.
The idea of re-creating this unit of mice is not new, after all what cat or dog would not like to ride in a giant armored and armed robot, the big problem is that the parts and components to create one are very expensive!
For the rats simple components can make a unit that can be very dangerous for a dog or cat, but for the other side use, would need special parts, which are only found in the most powerful U's, ie, three digits to top.
With the help of Nestor and his contacts, Ragnar secretly funds factions investigations on how to increase the power of the Sparkys.
Despite all the fortune invested, he did not get anything, "Sorry Ragnar, but according to what I got, the prototype created by the Feline Laboratory failed, the team that participated laments, will use what they will get for studies and tried a new prototype in the future, when? Only the gods know! "
- I understand! sighing in relief.
"I have two more teams that will do their tests in 3 and 5 years" - "when I receive the report I will inform you!"
- Thank you, Nestor, have a nice day! - turning off.
Ragnar returns his walk through the city, - "one more fault!" - he grunts, he takes a deep breath, "I will not fill my head with it" - he rejoices and returns to the usual establishment.
Again that place smells good food, drink better still, and beautiful females to make your troubles and worries disappear from your head, again sit at your table and ask for the usual, after drinking your second mug of Hydromel, he note that now you more dogs in the place, including four beaten, still with bands and bandages on their faces, they look angrily, but because of their condition try to at least drink water - "Looks like they learned their lesson, puppies!"
His gulp is interrupted when a figure approaches his desk, his long cape and hood conceals the medals of a field general, the figure takes off his hood, revealing the hard and marked face of someone who returned his life to the Army.
Ragnar just watches that familiar figure approaching his desk.
- At least I taught him to have manners with his elders. - replies the figure.
Ragnar points to the empty bench ahead, while his "guest" sits, he looks around, "um twenty" if something happens, Ragnar already has the variations and strategies to escape.
Looking at the figure in front - Since you educated me, at least let me offer you a drink.
His guest accepts, nodding his head, Ragnar asks for another mug of Mead.
As soon as the drink arrives, the old dog asks.
- Will not you offer me a wassail?
- And what will we bumper, Uncle Amber?
- Hmm ... - he ran his hand through his hair. - Maybe a friendly reunion between uncle and nephew.
- Even with all this company in here?
- What happened yesterday was a fault that was already punished on the offenders, I came peacefully to talk with you, and knowing my post I have to have an escort guard.
- I understand! - They raise their mugs and toast, drinking in silence.
His uncle then begins to speak.
- Since I've found you, I've been raising all possible information about you.
- I expected no less from the current commander of three Legions*.
Amber smiles - nothing is impossible when you do your duty. "But Ragnar does not have the same reception." "I've heard this speech before ..." He put the mug on the table.
But before Ragnar gets up, Amber raises her hand. "Like I said I'm here to talk to you in a friendly way and run a business that will be very profitable if you have the patience to listen
Now it's Ragnar's turn to look with interest. - I see they did the right job for you, old man. Amber takes another sip of mead, - his success as a hunter reminds me of the myth of Alberoth.
"Three enemy heroes came together to be able to defeat a demon by calling Alberoth, for which they needed a weapon capable of killing him.
The Dog went to the center of the world and brought the Ferrarita, the strongest metal in the world!
The Rat climbed the highest mountain and caught a star from the sky!
the Cat plunged into the great undersea abyss and picked up the most perfect pearl!
With this three items were cast and created by the elders of each village, allow them to defeat the demon. "
- Nice little tale. - replies Ragnar - the only thing wrong with this story is a cat swimming.
- I also find it improbable - taking a sip - but it helps to understand, you are spending your resources instead of helping your empire in front of your enemies to hunt U's.
- What if I am? - Are you going to arrest me because of this?
- If I really wanted to arrest you, you'd be asleep now, with the help of some soldiers, I'd take you to the embassy, that night I'd be in the Empire's lands. - He looked seriously but then gave a smile.
Ragnar stays static for a few seconds, looks at the mug, then turns his attention to his uncle. "I see, do you want it from me?"
Amber asks for another mug while opening the jacket to get something, Rangar, attentive to the movements makes mention of resorting to his knife, however, he takes a tablet, binds it, puts it on the table and empires for it.
Ragnar looks at the tablet, has a red light moving across a map - a tracker? "What is being tracked?"
Amber folds his hands together, staring at Ragnar, as if to his thought, "What you're seeing is the location of a U-Betha!" He showed up a few years ago, we put in a tracker and since then we've been monitoring his movements.
- Hum interesting! So where do I fit into this?
- I want you to get it for us! With an extra bonus if you manage to bring it whole.
Ragnar takes out a notepad and pen, puts it on the table and pulls it to his Uncle Amber, and without saying a word, just rubs his fingers to indicate the value they are willing to pay.
His uncle makes no ceremony, writes quickly, and returns it to Ragnar; looking at the value described let out a whistle, worth the sum of all the U's that he had hunted with something that caught him close.
"I have the gun you're looking for!" - Ragnar looks at his uncle, this one with a positive nod as if he knew what he was thinking, are silent, while his uncle continues to drink, Ragnar only observes what is written on the paper and the red dot on the tablet.
Returning the load. - Because I?
Amber interrupts your drink - first and most obvious, are the best hunter of all Animalia, one who never failed on a hunt, there are certainly other hunters for this service, however, their hunting methods are too destructive. - Pause - Second, even if our empire wants your head, I still have the conviction that you are still a word dog, someone I can trust that will not only bring your entire hunt, but will not tell it to anyone.
Ragnar turns his attention to the tablet as if it were there! Watching his prey, a Betha, his appearance is as rare as the powerful Mythological U's, with unique components that can change the destinies of the world.
- A very interesting prey! - Drinking another drink - I'll need time to make my preparations!
- How much time do you need? asks Amber.
- For this kind of work certainly five months counting today!
- I can imagine the resources you will use in this hunt! Something very useful for our fight against our enemies!
- You know very well what I think of this stupid war! - To hunt U's I do not see the color of the hair, its size or the shape of the ears!
Amber smiles - Your deeds are well known to all, nephew! Including saving that garrison from the outpost in the polar region of Iceland.
Rangar looks up at the ceiling to remember this epsodio - Yes that U 'was very valuable!
- Those soldiers took the risk of getting a court-martial, yet they did not catch you, knowing you were a wanted man of our empire!
- It was because of my blue eyes! Laughing.
- Was that argument also when you ventured into the Federation territory to their capital?
- It was a beautiful walk! Beautiful landscapes, I can recommend places where you can visit one day.
- Perhaps! When the Empire wins this war!
Rangar does not respond, only picks up thirty coins and puts them on the table, he heads for the door, the members of the party rise, but Amber nods negatively, causing them all to return to their places.
- How am I going to be able to contact you to know the preparations for your expedition?
- You can contact Nestor Potman, he'll let me know and we'll meet here! - following your way.
Ragnar returns to his home where he is received by the family that lives, he does not comment with the others on his unexpected visit of his uncle, the tree in the yard only feels the cold wind on his skin, looks around, Are you sure you're being watched, it means that he needs to take steps to check if there are no clips on his communicators, install infrared detectors, and new security cameras in strategic locations, while mentally recording everything you need to do, a doubt hangs over your shoulders, this subite your uncle's visit is a way to approach or an attempt to catch him and take him back to the empire lands?
Whatever your uncle's intentions, Ragnar for the first time thinks about the possibility of changing addresses, a safer place for him and the rest, money for that has, now all he needs to know is how he will speak this news in a way that does not expose their problems, the only thing Ragnar Rolvo wants is to involve his new family in this fight.
EMBASSY OF SACRAMENT CARMESSIN
Amber after his visit to the establishment is in his room, his attentions are directed to the streets of Allica at dusk, in his comfortable he sees workers returning to their homes, merchants closing their shops, bars being opened for those who will enjoy the night , in the high towers it is possible to hear the singing of the clerics of the Sun singing the sacred verses of their texts.
He hears the sound of knocking on the door - Come in! He speaks without taking his eyes from the window.
A young Collie dressed in military uniform from the Empire, she greets him with her right fist clenched in her left chest.
- So how was your conversation with him? Is it still the same headache?
- Just like me and his father, my brother. - he replied with a smile on his face. -I can not blame you for this family defect.
- He accepted the mission?
-Yes, let's expect him to contact us using the beavers as intermediaries. - He ran a hand over his head.
- What are the new orders?
- At the moment, keep your watch without contacting him or anyone else in the house. - looking at the clock - surely should be thinking about moving because of our contact, send to the reconnaissance division looking for land where he can buy outside the Capital to restore his new base, away from our eyes.
- What if he does?
- I hope you do not! - Looking seriously at the young woman - I have to be sure that I will not lose sight of him, I have already lost my brother and his wife, I do not want to lose my nephew.
- Understand!
- In any case, contact Rufus and Gina! I want both here in 2 weeks! Turning his attentions to the city.
The collie puts her hand on her chest - Yes, Lord! - leaving the room.
Amber continues his attention to the great city of Allica, in his thoughts a fight involving him and his brother two days before the terrible disaster that occurred, the guilt of not having spoken to him hurts like a hot iron, his nephew is the last of his family that carries the blood of his race, to think about the possibility of having relatives of impure blood is something that he completely discards.
At the moment, keeping him under his sights is the only thing he can do, he does not want to repeat the same mistake again.
Your thoughts get lost in the night.
CHAPTER IX
Doing Shopping
- WHAT DO YOU WANT? Distressed question Nestor.
- That's what you read. - Ragnar says pointing to the list. - How soon will I have my order?
Nestor looks again, the sweat runs through his face, the specifications of the weapons, traps, portability and effects, some are still just prototypes.
- B-but ... why all this? He asked in astonishment.
- Secret! Smiling with his forefinger on his lips as if asking for silence. - I need total discretion in this project, it is fundamental for me that I am giving up half of the previous hunt to finance this one.
- Okay ... I'll get in touch with the manufacturers. - He rubs his head in frenzy. - I'll try to get them to make it in three or four months, less than I can not guarantee.
- Sounds like a good time, just make sure it works when I use it.
- Yes ... I'll tell them.
Ragnar leaves the beaver tree, one of several places where one can sell, and especially buy weapons and equipment from warring factions and their upgrades.
Even a war to have trade relations is as important as the strength of an army! Minerals, food, clothing and mainly sparks move this industry, those who manage to establish such relationships get contracts, fame, fortune and status.
They are called "Merchants of Death," a very unpopular name among those who get such contracts, if the factions need raw materials to kill each other, why not provide?
With the contracts, new weapons are developed, which marshall the course of a battle; an example of this was the first white guns, swords, spears, axes, bows and arrows, more efficient than claws and fangs, each new element that caused imbalance on the battlefields was quickly circumvented with new military doctrines.
Over the centuries, new weapons and tactics were created, vehicles for combat, heavy artillery, the struggle spread to the skies and seas, each time the factions sought something more powerful and destructive in order to eliminate their rivals.
And without realizing it, they ended up giving the "Merchants" the perfect opportunity, an unbroken source of money at the cost of the lives of generations throughout history.
Ragnar can not change the thinking of the rulers of each faction, but at least he can take advantage of the complex network of contracts with the Merchants, without how would he get that Missel able to pierce thick shielding plates of that U who hunted in the city of cats? Without the replacement of the barrel of its shotgun, made of composite materials, capable of withstanding the high temperature and pressure of the incendiary ammunition, without this improvement it is not feasible.
For hunters as it is much easier to achieve such upgrades, weapon factories of both factions provide access to improvements, often giving technical assistance and tracking the performance of weapons on the field, the irony is to know, in most of the works of developing new weapons, nor do they disguise the collaboration of the work with their enemies, or ignore this detail.
After meeting Nestor, Ragnar goes to the dojo where Shiro and Kattysume train, his vehicle a jeep, takes him to the place.
During the journey, his mind remits the day he met them both, it was night and it was raining heavily.
Even in the early years as a hunter's apprentice, he was always looking for a fixed address, something important to fulfill the requirements of Animallia's government, he already had good money from his first hunts, now he was looking for a larger place, he had seen a house on the cliff, on a rock strong enough to build a hangar of ships, something that would aid him in the great hunts, but the property is too large, capable of sheltering more than 20 guests, he knew in the past it was a club that went bankrupt.
While still wondering which option he would choose, a noise in an alley away from the main street drew his attention, the sound of fighting, silently strung out and saw a group of boar bandits attacking a small group of refugees, to defend from the extortion, a brown bear and a young rabbit with a piece of wood in his hands as if it were a sword, against them seven boars, one of them was getting up after taking a blow to the face, snorting and swore to tear the young man's skin from the wound.
Raganr looked around and it was late at night, and that alley was not a normal route from the king's guard to make his rounds, he took a deep breath, and he set off with all the boars, with the fighting skills learned in the gym, he had no difficulty of knocking out four of them - including their leader - taking advantage of Ragnar's action, the bear and the rabbit went on top of the others, without their escape route blocked and their leader on the ground, the remnants of the bandit group surrendered.