Whispers of the Gods

Chapter 101 Rudomir III (4)

"Although I only have half a body, I don't only have half a brain, Your Excellency." Sizmon Janiko argued, "I will not be so stupid as to lie to you. I am the regent of Ironcrown City. There is still some understanding of things."

Rudomir thought to himself, if Madame Nagelina is still alive and still in Ironcrown City as the dwarf said, this woman may be the key to their victory, and taking her as a hostage should be able to force White Iron Hoof out Iron Crown City.

"Let go first, you won't be taken away," he promised the dwarf.

Only then did Sizmon Janiko loosen his arms that were tightly hugging Rudomir's thigh, "Do you trust me?"

"Have you ever used the secret passage, Sizmon Janiko?" he asked the dwarf.

"Oh, so many times I can't count it!" the dwarf replied proudly, "The Sleepy Hunter Tavern is like my home, and all the girls there know me."

"Then lead the way."
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Rudomir led Yaroste and four other men into black hooded cloaks, and led by Sizmon Janiko walked down the stone steps of the pure iron tower and entered the damp wine cellar.

The air was thick with the smell of old wine, and the flames kissed the stone roof. Rudomir held a torch to illuminate the dwarf, who hummed a little song and wandered his hands on the stone brick wall.

"The gloomy wine cellar is always a good place to exchange whispers and conspiracies." Yaroste said softly.He wears a black hood and conceals his weapons within a cloak. "Fool, you said that you often shuttle here, have you participated in any conspiracy?"

"Why, I don't know anything about politics, so how can I think of plots and tricks?" The dwarf replied with a chuckle, "The whispers of plots are like poisonous spiders. Inject the poison, or be trapped in the net, unable to move. This is far less pleasant than a woman's soft chant."

"The dwarves are really pragmatic," Yaroste laughed softly, "because you can't tell tall stories."

"Hey, that's a really good joke, Commander." Sizmon Janiko didn't get angry at being ridiculed, but continued to walk slowly across the wall with his hands.

He stopped beside a wine barrel, and after hesitating for a while, he pushed the barrel away.

The dwarf opened the wooden board under the wine barrel, revealing a ladder passage leading to the lower level.

Rudomir raised his eyebrows. The dwarf didn't seem to be lying to him.

"You go down first." He ordered the Fool.

"Will go through fire and water, at any rate." Sizmon Gianiko said pretending to be righteous, "Please be careful not to touch your head when you come down, my lords." After saying that, he hung a wooden ladder and fled into the darkness .

After Ludomir left one person to guard the entrance of the secret passage, he led the others to follow the dwarf into the secret passage.

Behind the nearly thirty-foot ladder is a secret passage leading deeper. The low ceiling forced Rudomir to squat down and continue walking. The sound of wet footsteps and dripping water echoed in the passage. His breathing became unusually loud in the silence.

This secret passage was colder and darker than the wine cellar. Rudomir followed behind the dwarf, always checking the position of his long sword and dagger with his hands.If the dwarf cheated and led them into a trap, he would cut the jester in two before fleeing back to the castle.

"We have arrived." After walking cautiously for a while, Sizmon Gianiko, who was at the front of the line, told them.

Then, deftly, he squeaked open the wooden board above his head, and the light pierced into the shadows, while the dwarf scrambled up the opening nimbly like a Mussore macaque.

"Adults, it's safe up here." A magpie-like voice came from the exit.

Rudomir made a look at the five people behind him, took out the dagger on his leggings, and walked slowly towards the light.

He slowly poked his head out, and saw that the exit of the secret passage was in a small and crowded room. The floor was full of discarded clothes and used candles, which smelled of body fluid and sweat. When there was no danger, he climbed up.

Rudomir watched everything in the room vigilantly, the rickety oak chair, the morning sun streaming in through the wooden windows on the wooden wall, shining on the worn ale glasses and sackcloth, a mouse in the corner and his After looking at each other for a while, they got into the darkness and disappeared.

"So, this is your battlefield?" Rudomir asked the Fool after everyone had come up.

"No, this room belongs to His Excellency the Duke." Sizmon Janiko admitted without any concealment, "But on the bed, I am as mighty as a knight, um, maybe stronger than them."

"Prostitutes will say anything for money." Yaroste didn't care.

"If you want, we can have a big comparison." The dwarf said provocatively, "How about it, Commander?"

"Let's get down to business first." Rudomir stopped their pointless quarrel without waiting for Yaroste to explode. "Is this the Sleeping Hunter Tavern?"

"Yes, Your Excellency." The dwarf nodded, "Outside this is the corridor leading to other rooms and halls."

"You say Madame Nagelina is here, where is she?" Rudomir asked.

"She could be in any room," said Sizmon Janiko. "You'd have to ask Sefty, she's in charge of the girls."

The dwarf had mentioned the woman's name, the literate whore who kept Ironcrown's books and supply records.

"What do you mean?" Rudomir asked in surprise, "You treat a noble lady like a prostitute?"

"You're wronged, my lord prince, no matter how courageous I am, I wouldn't dare to do this." The dwarf waved his hands again and again to explain, "This is all ordered and arranged by your lord duke."

"Konrad Welker turned his son's wife into a prostitute?" Yarost asked, smacking his lips. "What kind of person would do such a thing?"

"Madman, monster, tyrant," murmured Rudomir, retching at the viciousness of it. "Take us to meet the Septi you mentioned."

The fool bowed his head to accept the order, gently pushed the wooden door of the room open, looked around, and after confirming that there was no one there, he waved to Rudomir and his party to let them go out.

The Sleeping Hunter Tavern in the morning is deserted, the end of the empty aisle is drawn by red velvet curtains, revealing a hazy light, the golden candlesticks are not lit, they walk on the rough woolen carpet, making a light rustling sound .

Sizmon Janiko lifted the red curtain and slipped in like a mouse burrowing in the ground, followed by Rudomir.

(End of this chapter)