Whispers of the Gods

"Septi," the dwarf greeted, "good morning."

"Isn't this Lord Sizmond?" The woman asked in surprise, "Aren't you in the lonely cliff castle occupied by the Korva family? How did you escape?"

The woman's room was filled with the scent of gray amber, and burgundy velvet curtains hung over the windows, and the walls were painted a deep gold, and hung with bohemian scenes depicting copulation of men and women.

The poplar four-poster bed was covered with red silk sheets and feather pillows, while the woman sat in an oak chair in front of a marble dressing table, playing with a silver comb.

The woman's long black hair is braided into intricate braids and adorned with shiny pearls.Her skin was smooth and fair, with elegant, keen gray eyes and a hint of rose in her cheeks.

She was dressed in a smooth black silk gown with gold silk pendants and a plunging neckline that exposed the full curve of her chest.Her slender waist was bound by a golden belt, exuding the confidence and dignity of a noble lady, not like a madam.

"He didn't escape, I asked him to lead the way." Rudomir said calmly, looking at the woman in front of him.

The woman slowly stroked her eyes over Rudomir's whole body, opened her mouth meekly and said, "Sapphire-like blue eyes, light-blond hair like a waterfall under the bright sun, and a handsome chin like a chiseled sword, you It must be the 'Black Army Lord'."

"Presumptuous!" Yaroste yelled in a low voice, "You are talking to the prince, woman, you should address him by his honorific title, not his nickname."

"Of course, Your Highness Rudomir." The woman changed her words calmly with a smile, "Your subordinates are indeed loyal people."

Rudomir went to the window, opened a corner of the curtain and looked out at the deserted street, the wooden windows of the house were closed tightly.

"Where are the people in this street?" Rudomir asked.

"Everyone in Ironcrown City knows that Lonely Cliff Fortress has fallen, my lord prince."

Sefty said, "The white iron hooves built wooden tower shields on the street, and bows and arrows shot down from the castle from time to time, and the people hid in their homes. I simply sent all the girls away, and no one would Risking your life to patronize here."

This tavern is indeed outside Tower Shield, as long as they go out, they will be discovered by the White Iron Hooves.

"Where is Madame Nagelina?" Rudomir asked softly, staring into the madam's gray eyes.

"Madame Nagelina?" Sefty showed a puzzled expression.

"Don't pretend you don't know," he warned her sharply. "Your Master Janiko told us everything, Madame Nagelina is not dead, she is in your tavern."

"Tell them, Sefty." The dwarf ran to the madam's legs and begged her obsequiously, "For the sake of our many years of friendship, please help me."

"You brought Zoe and Liana into the Lonely Cliff Castle, and I haven't even settled with you yet." Sefty blamed Sizmon Janiko, "I think you made a mistake, there is something wrong between us. The friendship you owe me is only what you owe me, and the account you credited in the spring has not yet been repaid."

"The bill between you will be settled later, and now I want to know where Madam Nagelina is." Rudomir turned and pulled his black cloak away, revealing the saber underneath.

"I just like a straightforward adult like you." Sefferty was not intimidated by his threats, and smiled calmly. "Mrs. Nagelina is indeed with me, and she is safe, please rest assured. But before I see her, I want to talk to you first."

"About what?" he asked.

"What happened to the Duke?" Sefferty asked, "He was supposed to return from the Hall of Ashes with his family and subordinates, but it wasn't him who came, but you. So, what happened in the Hall of Ashes Woolen cloth?"

"What happened in Hall of Ashes has nothing to do with you," Rudomir said coldly, "you just need to know that Kondrade Welker will not come back."

"Okay," she was actually a little happy, "Actually, I've been waiting for you here for a long time."

"Wait for me?" Rudomir said "hmm" with a little interest, this woman knew she would come?
"I thought Master Janiko, who cherished his own life, would confess about the secret passage immediately after being caught," Sefferty said confidently, "I didn't expect it to take so long like four days."

"I also have my own concerns," the dwarf quibbled, "I have to find out what kind of an adult the prince is."

"So you figured it out now?" Rudomir asked him.

"Of course, you are a magnanimous, kind-hearted, and trustworthy adult." The dwarf said with a sneer, "After I have provided you with so much help, will you let me go? "

Facing the fawn's flattery, Rudomir replied without thinking: "Don't even think about it."

"So you know the existence of this secret passage." He looked down at Sefferty, "Why don't you just tell the White Iron Hooves to let him sneak into the Lonely Cliff Fort?"

"What good does that do me?" Sefferty said, "Even if the Duke's white iron hooves win, they won't think of me. If they fail, I will offend you instead."

"I think Stiboll Koch will be happy to let his men spend money on you," Rudomir said. "You should be able to make a lot of money then."

"My girls only serve excellent and noble guests." Sefferty licked her moist lips, "A grown-up like you."

"I've only heard that customers will pick prostitutes, but I haven't heard that prostitutes will pick customers. Will you have trouble with gold?" he asked.

"The white iron hooves are all stingy masters, and they have the same virtue as their masters." Sephti said, "And what I value is not only gold, but also people's hearts."

Yaroste on the side burst out laughing: "Prostitutes value people's hearts. This is the funniest thing I've heard today. It's even funnier than a dwarf's joke."

Rudomir raised his hand to tell Yaroste to shut up, and the woman in front of him aroused his interest, "Continue talking."

"The sword of knights and soldiers may rule a city with fear, but it is a lord with a heart that keeps its walls strong."

Sefferty looked at him with her shrewd gray eyes, "Under Lord Konrad Welker, the people of Ironcrown were miserable, and farmers were taxed to become poachers and bandits; The citizens of the world had to learn to lie in order to survive; merchants raised the price of their goods to offset heavy taxes...

Only the white iron hoofs live in style and ease, because the Duke not only gives them money, but also gives them an arrogant and domineering identity. People see the blue armor as if they saw a disaster. "