Green Gold

Long ago, a king had piles of gold. Quite a few people tried to steal it from him. However, the king could not keep the gold forever, and when he began to grow old, he summoned the worst people in his entire kingdom. Underground shoemakers. These low choirs were to guard the old king's gold. A brave lord named Alfred of Bavaria decided to gather an army. The French, Bohemians, Swedes and even Turks took an oath to be faithful to him. They all set out for the Golden Tower, home of the shoemaker's king. "Knights, I have gathered you here to redeem your freedom!" You will no longer be my vassal, but you will help me with one last mission. The Golden Tower! It will be mine, as well as all the gold in it! However, it is protected from the most cruel beasts and if we manage to capture the tower I will give you all my land in Bavaria, and beyond! "Yes, Lord Alfred!" everyone shouted. The most armed took an oath to pluck out the enemy's heart and feast on it, and the richest asked what would be given to them, and if they did not like it they promised to make clothes for the lord from the corpses of the victims in order to be promised more. Almost to the Golden Tower, Mohammed the Terrible, the strongest and greatest warrior, asked Lord Alfred the following: "Lord, if it is convenient for me to ask you, what are the monsters you spoke of?" Skeletons where they walk and shoot with burning arrows, and maybe you meant insensitive sailors, where the sultan is cursed to catch a black death, and even to infect us? - No. There are no worse than shoemakers. The locals call them leprechauns. These small people with gold ornaments have strength given to them by wealth. They are evil from the bottom of their hearts, if they have one ... - Ha! I've heard of such my grandfather had caught one! said a bohemian, scratching his chin with a small sharp knife. - His green was in the garden to hide the gold and my grandfather with an ax, crippled him, then took his gold. The bearded elf threw him into the furnace and used the gold to buy a palace with gold towers and silver doors. "Do you live there, too?" Mohammed asked, drawing his sword to sharpen it. "Didn't you live in a small palace given at the mercy of your father?" Aren't you here for that to take a nice land- - Hello travelers! a hoarse voice called. "I'm here to warn you that the tower of untold riches is approaching!" But know that they will mutilate you there, and maybe they will kill you. Look what happened to me! And then out of nowhere a man in armor appeared. His hand was torn off to get out of the tower. "I am the slave Smith!" said the stranger. "How are you a slave?" You have such good armor, and you were a slave ... '' I used to be Baron of all Brittany, with so many vassals. The bravest knights bowed to me, women with beautiful scarlet lips came all the way from Paris to spend their nights with me, boyars from the Balkans sought refuge with me, far from the Ottomans. I was so great, but I didn't have enough. I gathered my whole army, and even the king gave me some of the most elite fighters in all of France! The march was filled with the blood of the peasants of England and Scotland until we reached Ireland. Then, a few meters from the golden tower, the devils attacked us! They shot at us with their magic. Fire was falling on us, and I fell into the mud and prayed for help. I prayed so hard that my prayers reached as far as Rome! But my words did not remain unheard .. I heard the voice of the god. He told me I would survive, but as a slave. They changed my name to Smith and made me give up my title. Finally, to play, they tore off my hand and threw it into the river! "Nonsense!" Mohammed shouted, probably louder than the baron's prayers. - liar, you want the gold for yourself! You made the sacrifice to tear off your hand, but you must have already taken the tower and you don't want us to interfere with you! The Baron of Brittany is dead! He died 10 years ago. His body was found in Bohemia! "It's a leper scam." "Shut up, Smith!" - Mohammed replied, slapping him with a big slap - My lord, let me kill this damn thing so you can continue your march! - Leave it! Maybe he's right about the shoemakers! We don't need excess blood. He heard him, he killed innocent villagers and later his evils fell on him. Let's keep going! A few minutes later, Lord Alfred's army reached the walls of the fortress. "Where are the elves?" asked a Serb, the only Balkan man in the army. "Shouldn't they have been here to tremble, or were they afraid of us?" "It's very clear they're scared!" Mohammed shouted, wanting to be heard by the whole army. "And that makes us redundant!" We were deceived into leaving our homes! And now Alfred will simply take all the wealth for himself, because he will not be able to pay so many people! The damn thing must die, now! The soldiers attacked Alfred furiously, pulling out his tongue, stabbing him with various blades, and even juggling someone with his eyes. They all left, forgetting about the gold. Except for one who looked down on them through Mohammed's eyes. This one takes advantage of human weakness and thirst for gold. This villain used one's weak psyche to lead others to failure. This one now has two puppets - Alfred's corpse and the brainless Mohammed. This one is the only leprechaun left. The only one who still guards the tower after the king's death seven years ago. And whether he guards the tower, or is just the new owner of the gold ... It's over. I beg the authors to publish my story! Thanks!