Whispers of the Gods

Chapter 103 Rudomir III (6)

"I think you are living well," said Rudomir. "Your room is no worse than the bedroom in Lismog Castle in Ash Hall."

"I have my way of life, my lord prince." Sefferty replied, "but I will never forget my origin."

She slowly got up from the oak chair, put her hands straight in front of her stomach like a lady, and walked unhurriedly to Rudomir's side, her smooth and flawless forehead was just at the height of his mouth.

She switched to Hastza. "My home is in the Far East, my lord."

Sefferty ran her fingers through her black hair, and leaned forward to get close to him, the neck under the gold silk pendant was as smooth and soft as a silver ribbon, and the crocus petals below were faintly visible.

"In Palacis, who believes in the sun, the believers of the stars have only the fate of being enslaved." She looked up at Rudomir pitifully, and painted the warm and weak breath of her words on his neck, her body There was a mellow aroma that he had never smelled before.

"I live as a slave, someone else's property, all I learn is how to please others, and all I hear is the misery of people as humble as me." Sefferty sighed lightly, her voice becoming sad. "So that I can understand their thoughts by looking into their eyes and listening to their voices. This is the reason why I can live until now."

"This city of iron needs a new master, who can be as hard as steel and as gentle as satin..." She whispered while stretching her hand to Rudomir's cheek, but was caught He grabbed the wrist directly.

"You're good at that." He met her eyes, and answered in Hastza, too.

He let go of the slender hand of the slightly surprised woman in front of him, took two steps back, and regained his usual composure.Body and speech are women's weapons, and Sefty is proficient in both. She is not just a simple whore or a madam.

"You would rather let an unknown lord of his family rule Ironcrown City," Rudomir changed back to Vivarian, "I don't want the Wilk family, which has taken root here for hundreds of years, to continue to sit in their seat." seat?"

"You are not an ordinary lord of his family, my lord, people only praise you." Sefti said in Vivarian, "Four years ago, you led your black army into the Iron Crown City through the Shamu Gate , and then went north from Iron Throat Gate to Meilin, I also used these eyes to confirm that what they said was not false."

"Oh! I also saw it at that time, the prince's heroic appearance is really chic." Sizmon Janiko squeaked, "Prince Black Armor and his black army came from the Hall of Ashes to help us suppress the bandits , is really touching, tsk tsk."

"The Wilke family's mess, you actually want us to clean it up." Yaroste agreed with disdain, "Bandits and poachers are hiding everywhere in the mildewed forest."

"It is our duty to protect the kingdom." Of course, Rudomir remembered that he went to the moldy forest to suppress the bandits four years ago. The health of the king's father Izdor Korva began to deteriorate at that time, but he still insisted on sitting. Presides over the Kingdom Council on the Dragonwing Throne in Jaegerska Palace.

The Duke of Ironcrown City and Dawn City, Conrad Wilke, rarely spoke in the parliament. He used his loud voice to propose that the king help him deal with the bandits that harassed his northern territory, and his father also agreed with the nobles. He agreed in a voice.

"Go and prove to them that you will be a worthy ruler," said his father.

Those forest robbers were originally farmers who fled their homes because they were dissatisfied with exorbitant taxes, hid in the moldy forest, and lived by hunting and plundering.

If you ask him, it's all the dukes have done to themselves.And if the problem is not solved at the root and taxes are reduced, it will be useless to suppress more bandits.It won't be long before more flee into the Moldwood, laying down their rakes and taking up arms.

Rudomir did it. He led the black army and the white iron hoofs of the Wilk family to station from spring to late summer. They scouted and tracked every hiding place, and wiped them out or drove them further north.

But the nobles chose the youngest sister Lozaria in the king election council after his father died of illness. He stood beside the Lord Keeper Sigmund and clenched his fists. He could see the fear in the eyes of these people .

They were afraid of him, and whether their own power would be threatened if he became the new queen.

"You are Rudomir Korva, the true heir of the Kingdom of Vivalia, and you should be the king." Sephti told him as if she could see through the thoughts in his blue eyes. "Warriors fight, leaders lead, kings rule."

"My sister is the queen, and she is the legal king of Vivaria." Rudomir's tone was as cold as ice, "If you say such things again from your little mouth, I will hang you with my own hands."

"I don't mean anything else, I'm just pity, Your Majesty the Prince." Sephti said pretending to be innocent, "You could have become a great king who has been sung throughout the ages."

"I don't care what the world thinks of me, I only care about my family." Rudomir said, "Everything I do is for the Korva family."

"Of course, my lord." Septi said.

"I heard from Sizmond that you are in charge of keeping the accounts for Kondrade Welker. Where are those accounts?"

"Iron Crown City's account books are in another room of mine." Sefferty replied. "With Madame Nagelina."

"Take us there," Rudomir ordered.

Sefferty nodded gracefully like a lady, she picked up an iron key from her marble dressing table, and led them out of the room, her every step swaying with her own graceful curves, black velvet like a lover Clinging to her body like an embrace.

They followed Sefty up the wooden stairs and stopped at the door of a locked room at the end on the left.

She unlocked the iron lock and slowly pushed open the wooden door. The windows in the room were closed tightly, and the heavy darkness and silence seemed to be two worlds outside the door.

Bookshelves full of leather volumes, a wooden table with messy papers, and a simple wooden bed, the room is full of the smell of old leather and parchment.

The light cast long shadows on the floor across the crowd, and the faint light revealed a figure of a woman curled up in a corner.

"Madame Nagelina?" Rudomir frowned slightly.

The woman's arms hugged her knees tightly, and she buried her head in her arms as if stabbed by the twilight, avoiding the pain.

Her blond hair was a mess like dry wheat, and her frail body was wrapped in a worn gold and white silk gown, her skin pressed against her sharp elbows, pale as a ghost.

(End of this chapter)