I Fall In Love In Another Dimension
Chapter 88

-How do you feel today?

-I feel worse than yesterday but better than tomorrow.

-It's the optimism we need, we were lucky that these pilgrims rescued us, they are gullible.

-beard, you don't have to refer to them that way, remember they helped us, they rescued us from that cold cave.

-I swear, it would have been better to have died in that cave than to have to drink this horrible red wine, this is a crime against nature, all the time it takes for the coffee plant to bear fruit, the process of harvesting, roasting and grinding, for some jipis to spoil it, I swear that if I had my army I would send them to be shot,

At that moment one of the pilgrims came in and asked them:

-How is the coffee?

-Delicious, it is a true ambrosia. -answered the bearded man

-Well, please, the boss wants to see you, if you can go to his tent.

-Of course, of course. -The man leaves without a word or a sound, he reminds me of Lie, before she thought she was human, this place is comfortable for me in spite of the many complaints of the conqueror, who now can't even conquer the lice on his tangled head. -I swear we can't go any lower," he complains as he throws away the cradle of his bowl. -I'll help you.

-I'm the best in the world, I'm the best in the world.

-I know you still feel those bullets, I don't know if the apothecary was able to get them all out, it's just that with all the hustle and bustle of the immigration patrol.

-It's funny that the border patrol stops us when we are from another dimension. -I try to joke when I try to stop by myself, I feel happy to achieve it, but an unbearable pain doesn't even let me smile, we leave that store, in spite of the snow we don't feel any frost, or well I don't, because I hear the conqueror grumbling:

-I don't know why I ended up in this ice cube and not on a beach, I just got carried away, all because I was with you. -I spit on the ground.

-At least we're not in a worse place.

-You're an idiot, look around you, I don't think there's a worse place.

-Of course there is, beard, we could be in a meeting of politicians.

That's right, or in a family court with our ex-wives.

They enter the boss's tent greeting and he declares to them:

-Good morning, gentlemen, my name is Van, and well, how are you doing?

-Very well, yes sir, we want to thank you for your hospitality. I greet him as a lamb.

-Don't worry, I'm only doing this so I can collect the reward for your heads, although it seems to me that they are worth the same, dead or alive, I'm not sure about that, that's why I don't want to risk it.

-That's a stupid thing to do, boss, we can give you more money, so you can buy some trucks so you can travel comfortably, or better yet, a private island so you can live like kings. -The old man laughs and hits the right hand with the one that has a kind of pipe with a white smoke that smells a little bit like a hill and answers: "I like it, I like it, it's a good idea.

-I like it, I like it, it is interesting to discover where some men have a treasure, that we found about to die in a cave, it will be something worth seeing, maybe in your small cellar, ha, ha, ha, ha.

-Sir, I just need a computer and I promise I will transfer the funds, I assure you. -Lie must have erased all the funds.

-Well, we'll see what happens in the nearby town, if there is a computer where I can transfer the funds or if the mayor's office will answer me for the reward, or maybe both, it's time to see what can be done. -The boss is neither cunning nor prudent, surely he inherited the leadership or he must be good at killing and torturing.

-Of course, yes sir, I'll take it for granted. -The boss spits it out and he can only say: "Thank you very much, boss:

-thank you very much boss.

We laugh a lot when we get back, or I laugh when I see his hand with a brown plaster that no matter how much he shakes it he does not remove it, then he wipes it on my clothes, causing me to swear at him and try to grab him, walking as if he was looking for brains.

Back at the shelter, two dishes await us that provoke new complaints from the conqueror.

-Look, that boss is disappointing, if we are going to get him out of poverty, he should give us something better to eat, this chicken soup, apparently the bird flew away, is nothing more than a long water with salt.

-You're right, it's just hot water with salt, it must be for us to make steam. -We laughed, while we drank it, to be frank it was a delicacy in those days of frozen food.

We slept early waiting to get to town, where we don't have much hope. I would have preferred to wait a few days and no, beard decided to wake me up at dawn to make our escape, we leave through the back of the tent, in the darkness we look for the store of provisions that for convenience is in the chief's room, we leave without making noise, without knowing almost what we take, praying that it is food or weapons, we crawl a few meters, and then trot, distancing us from the camp, without knowing the direction and in an inhospitable climate, where it seems that my hands will break because of the ice. The sun appears on the horizon making us a grimace of hope, and in the distance we hear a river, we head there, we waste time trying to fish, apparently we are not given, just as we try to light some embers with stones, we decided to continue along the shore, feeding on crabs and bugs, it is uncomfortable as they move fighting with our teeth, even escapes me one that pinches my tongue.

We don't rest for a moment, and the river doesn't seem to take us anywhere until the conqueror mentions:

-observe gallant, those lights behind those trees, that is light pollution product of a city, apparently we are saved.

Those words were as if he was invoking disaster, behind us some rumbles sounded, apparently it was the tribe that was hunting us.

-Run Estiben! Run! -I point to beard, while I do it without feeling the burning of my wounds.