Whispers of the Gods

Chapter 113 Hadgar V (4)

"You are taking your daughter, Hadgar the Hastza." Zigmund Kosik reminded him. "You want to do things in front of her?"

Hadgar looked back at Foy who was still eating bread, and sighed softly.She is not my daughter, but a lie can't be taken back.

"You're right," said Hadgar, "forget about it and pretend I didn't ask."

He rolled his eyes, leaned his head and continued to ask softly, "Have you ever heard of a knight named Xana? He is blond and blue-eyed, and he is said to be very handsome."

"Why, are you also interested in men?" Zigmun Kosik frowned. "I've never heard of this name. Is this his family name? Or his own name?"

"I don't know much, I just happened to hear about this man." He emphasized, "I'm not interested in men."

"There are a lot of blond people in Vivaria. I've never heard of this family. Maybe he's not in the south of the Great Plains." Take the name Shaner."

"Car, wn maith me siy dach prw Siana," said one of the squires, "no one would name their child 'Hay'."

"Perhaps that's his nickname," said Zygmund Kosik, "The Hay Knight."

If it is a nickname, it is really a strange nickname.Shana's name was probably a pseudonym made up by the man himself, and Foy was indeed deceived. Thinking of this, Hadgar felt a little sorry for the girl.

Seeing Hadgar lost in thought, Zygmund Kosik drank the wine in his hand and threw a gold coin to the hotel owner, "Thoy nywt plarch e tw nai dry nyth godd luw."

"Car, nast." The hotel owner responded respectfully.

"I'll pay for your room too, Hadgar the Hastza." Zigmund Kosik and his followers got up, "Follow me to Ernoburg tomorrow morning, if you still need, There are better whores out there, and more private spaces."

That night, Hadgar couldn't sleep well. He and Foy slept on two wooden beds in a room respectively. Quench the fire of her hope.

He envied those who had a goal and were persistent. Now he himself left his hometown in order to survive, and soon he had to work for the duke who had nothing to do with him, just to continue to survive. His life was surrounded by golden eagles, black shadows and red robes. People make a mess.

At least there were better whores in Ernorburg, which was the only thing he expected, and Vivaria's women tasted more exotic in them.

In the fantasy, Hadgar closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.
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Early the next morning, he got up and put on the leather armor again, and woke up Foy, who hadn't slept enough. They asked the hotel owner for a few more pieces of bread and cheese for the road, and then left the hotel for the stables.

"We should give this horse a name." Foy said with a smile, stroking the black mane of the brown mare.She looks like she likes the horse.

"She has a name," Hadgar said, putting the bread into the saddle bag. "The groom or his son must have taken it, but we don't know."

"Then it's time to give her a new name," Foy said thoughtfully. "Her name has stayed in the past, just like ours, and she can't go back, can she?"

"She's not like you," Hadgar patted the mare's back. "She has no choice, just like me."

Foy rolled her eyes, she knew what Hadgar was referring to. "I don't regret choosing to leave home, ever."

"You are so stupid." Hadgar shook his head and fixed the saddle again, "What you say at your age will always be the same as farting."

When she knew that the so-called Mr. Shana, that is, the hay knight, did not exist at all, she would definitely regret it.She will regret that she once had a home, but did not cherish it.

"You always underestimate me," Foy complained, "don't forget that without my help along the way, you would have starved to death."

Hadgar was amused by the girl's words. He led the mare out of the stable and asked Foy, "What do you want to name this horse?"

"How about 'Hope'?" Foy asked, tilting her head and looking at him with her deft brown eyes. "New land, new life, new hope."

"As long as you feel good." Hadgar shrugged and said flatly.He stretched out his hands to support Foy and let her step on the stirrups, and then jumped up himself.

They didn't have to wait long when Zigmund Kosik in a red cloak and his three retainers came out of the hotel, led their horses from the stables, and rode on.

Hadgar and Foy rode "Hope" and followed the four riders all the way.

If there's any difference between Vivarians and Hastzas, it's that Vivarians really like to sing.

Zygmun Kosik never stopped humming, they put everything in the lyrics, so said the knight of the Perk family.History, life, love, grief, revenge, you name it, there are ballads about it.

They particularly liked a song called "Dwo Trwyb Gyw," which translates to Hastza as "My Empty Purse," about a farmer who finds a treasure chest full of gold and silver and begins to lose his mind. No more work, just live a life of luxury and enjoyment.

His family and friends asked him for money, and he gave them generously, but in the end he spent all his money, his farmland was abandoned, and his family and cronies abandoned him. All that was left was an empty purse.

But he failed to wake up. Not only did he not start working again, but he was looking for treasures everywhere, imagining that one day he would be able to find a treasure chest full of gold coins as before, and live a life of enjoyment again.

But that day never came, "When I died, I had only an empty money bag in my hand, but it had been filled hundreds of times in my dreams." This is their favorite lyric, and it is also the last line of the whole song. In a word.

They set off in the morning and arrived at Ernor Castle along the Igmel Road before the sun went down.

This square castle surrounded by two limestone-turned-wood walls has a solid defense no less than the castle structure of the Hastza Empire. More than a dozen tall towers stand between the walls, and the four towers at the four corners of the city wall are even taller, like Straight into the sky.

The six of them were quickly spotted by the cavalry squad patrolling around. Riders with a standing red bull tattooed on their chests approached them and asked their identities. The knights at home let them pass.

Judging from the extra cautious vigilance of these soldiers, they already smelled the smell of war.

(End of this chapter)