Whispers of the Gods

Chapter 110 Hadgar V (1)

"Please, my lord." Waldo's daughter Faye, dressed in dirty white linen, begged a soldier pitifully, "My father and I haven't eaten for two days. It's time for dinner."

"It doesn't matter to me that you haven't eaten?" The soldier wearing a nose helmet and leather and cotton armor said impatiently, "Don't come to pester me for food, I still have responsibilities!"

"My lord, we just beg you to give us a little food." Hadgar Greyman whispered weakly, "We have no money to pay our debts, we lost our fields, my wife left us overwhelmed, and now we are the only ones left Father and daughter depend on each other for life, for the sake of the gods, please show mercy."

"If I gave food or coins to every beggar I saw, my pocket would have been empty!" The soldier stood in front of them unmoved, "Get out of the way, don't block my way!"

"This is the only valuable thing left on us," Foy took off the stone necklace from her neck, "The amulet blessed by the iron furnace star god Lila Hill can bless your health and protect you on the battlefield." Invincible.”

"I'm not interested in this," said the soldier, shaking his head without even looking at the necklace. "I believe in holy days, not gods."

"Holy Sun is also a member of the gods, sir." Hadgar said with a smile, "The god of the sun is a god, and the god of the iron furnace is also a god. His divine blessing must be useful to you."

"The Holy Day is the only God, and the Holy King is His incarnation." The soldier said firmly, "The other gods are the products of barbaric and lost beliefs."

"My lord, as long as you promise to give us some food, we are willing to do anything!" Faye lowered her head slightly, holding the soldier's arm with both hands, blinking her big brown eyes at him, like a bird with a wounded wing .

"Anything is fine?" The soldier changed his mind when he saw Foy in front of him, his eyes gleaming with the hunger of a predator.

"Yes, my lord, anything is fine." Foy affirmed.

"Xiao Fu, let's go," Hadgar advised, "Don't do this."

"Shut up, peasant," the soldier warned him, putting his hand on the scabbard.

Hadgar pretended to be scared and took two steps back, and sat down on the ground.

"What a coward." The soldier laughed and grabbed Foy's hand, looking at the woods beside the road and said, "Look at your performance, let's go in, you know what to do."

"Okay, my lord." Foy obediently agreed, and led the soldiers like a forest.

"Come here, too," ordered the soldier to Hadgar, "I want you to watch."

"As you order, my lord." Hadgar looked at the scabbard around the soldier's waist, cowering, pretending to be reluctant, and replied painfully.

The three of them walked into the woods, the leaves and branches creaking under their feet, the fresh smell of pine trees and damp earth filled their nostrils, the sun was shaded by the trees, and shone through the canopy dappledly on the ground in the woods.

"Here it is." The soldier stopped by a pine tree. "Sit down against the tree and take off your shoes."

Foy glanced at Hadgar nervously, then obediently sat on the ground as the soldier ordered, and slowly took off the straw sandals on her feet.

Seeing this, the soldier trembled with excitement. He squatted down in a hurry, holding Foy's feet in his hands and playing with them.

"Your daughter has nice feet, farmer," the soldier admired, sniffing Foy's feet.

"I know." Hadgar walked behind the soldier and punched him on the side of the neck. After a muffled "bang", the soldier fell directly on Foy's lap.

Foy pushed the stunned soldier away from her body in disgust, and complained, "Why are you doing it now? He's going to lick it!"

"I have to make sure that no one is around." Hadgar shrugged and said, "Besides, I'm also a little curious about what he will do."

"Curiosity?" Foy put on the straw sandals, blushing a little from anger, "What else could he do? He wrote all his intentions on his face."

"Okay, aren't you okay?" Hadgar turned the unconscious soldier over and began to undo his leather armor. "Besides, this is also your idea. Your ability to adapt to the situation is not bad."

The soldier's leather armor was thick and of good quality. Hadgar undid the soldier's belt and buttons, and removed the fixed shoulder pads, breastplate, hand guards, and leg guards.

"Who told him not to want our stone necklace?" Foy said, "Men are all virtuous. They only think about their bodies. It's so easy to deceive."

"It sounds like you know a lot." Hadgar laughed.

He put on shoulder guards, leg guards, and gauntlets, and fastened them with belts. He took out the one-handed sword from the scabbard, flipped it over and over for a rough check several times, and then put it back into the scabbard.

"Help me." He got up and put on the breastplate, said to Foy, and then turned away.

"Am I wrong?" Foy asked as she walked behind him and fastened the belt of the breastplate.

"No, I'm not interested in little girls and her feet." Hadgar pouted, "A good butt is better than everything."

"I'm not a little girl, I'm a woman," she objected.

"Do you know why people always look into your eyes?" Hadgar asked, turning his head.

"why?"

"Because your chest is flat." He sneered. "Also, your butt is too. If a carriage passes on it, the coachman will say that this is the smoothest road he has traveled in his life. How can you Said you were a woman."

"Not all women have good figures!" Foy patted his back in embarrassment and said, "I can't change these things!"

"It's okay, anyway, your Lord Shana is good to you." Hadgar took off the tattered espadrilles on his feet and threw them away, and put on soldier's wool socks and leather boots. "Master knights have all sorts of hobbies."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're an out-and-out bastard, Hadgar?" Foy asked, sitting down beside a rock.

"A lot of people have said that, but most of them are dead."

Hadgar smiled and threw the soldier's helmet to Foy, and the girl hastily reached out to take it awkwardly.

"Did you kill them?"

Foy tries to put the helmet on her head, and her brown hair covers her eyes, making her look like a funny kitten with a basket on her head.

"No, well, maybe I killed a few, and I can't remember exactly." Hadgar recalled, "But the guy who speaks badly usually dies early, and there are various ways to die .”

Hadgar thought that he was not someone who killed innocent people indiscriminately. He did not accept the money from his employer, and there were other people who took their money to kill the target. The fate of the damned person had already been judged.

And not everyone who provokes him will be revenged by him, and he is not an out-and-out villain.

(End of this chapter)