Whispers of the Gods

Chapter 115 Hadgar V (6)

All of this happened too quickly, and Hadgar had already been dragged into a life-and-death situation before he recovered his senses.

"Wait, shouldn't we use the wooden swords we used in training? Why are they all using actual combat weapons?" Hadgar shouted as he stepped back, but was pushed forward by the people behind him.

These people want his life.

Shaking his head and cursing, he drew his weapon and prepared to fight.

The shouts of the crowd reminded Hadgar of his days in the arena, although he knew that these onlookers were not cheering for him, they all wanted to kill him, but whatever, he couldn’t hear it anyway Know what they are talking about, just think they are applauding him.

Facing the three soldiers slowly approaching him, Hadgar had already figured out the steps to deal with them in his mind. If he fought less, he must try his best to prevent the opponent from taking advantage of their numbers. Only by defeating them one by one would he have a chance of winning.

His first target was the scrawny soldier on the far left, whose gait was unsteady, and it only took a few back and forth to take him down.

Hadgar held his breath and his eyes became firm.He stomped on his feet and rushed directly to the soldier on the left. He easily dodged the spear that was stabbing at him, and directly hit the soldier's chest hard with the sword handle, causing him to fall directly to the ground, causing the crowd to be disappointed. howling.

Seeing his companion fall to the ground, the other two soldiers shouted and rushed towards him.Hadgar stooped to avoid the sword cutting towards his neck, and quickly circled to the left of the sword-wielding soldier to avoid being surrounded by two people.He directly cut the soldier's leg with the sword, and the blood flowed out along with the red-stained pants. The soldier yelled in pain and knelt on the ground.

The last remaining soldier began to hesitate, not knowing what to do, a man without morale would simply be slaughtered on the battlefield.But the crowd behind him seemed to be pinning their hopes on him, and the soldiers chose to fight despite the dilemma. He rushed towards Hadgar recklessly, with flaws all over his body.

Hadgar began to play with him, dodging and moving freely under the soldiers' attacks, until he was panting and sweating, Hadgar knocked off the spear from his hand and put the sword on his neck, enjoying the satisfaction of being begged for mercy.

From the very beginning, the crowd's voices became smaller and smaller, and now they are completely silent. They took the three defeated soldiers away, and slowly dispersed amid muttering and discussion, and went back to do the original work at hand.

Hadgar's face was full of complacency. He walked up to the stiff-faced clerk and said, "Eighteen silver coins a month, paid three months in advance. Change half of them into copper coins."

"I admit, you are very good at fighting." The clerk scratched his face dissatisfied, and waved his assistant to give him money.

"I didn't expect you to win." Foy rushed over and said with a smile, "They are too weak."

"Shouldn't it be because I'm strong?"

"Maybe." Foy murmured, "But I've seen people who fight hard are a lot stronger than you, and they're much taller."

"Sometimes bigger doesn't mean stronger, just enough is enough," Hadgar said.

"This is your advance payment." The clerk handed it to Hadgar with a full purse, "I hope you can be worth this money on the battlefield."

"Don't worry, I kick the Hastza's ass as hard as I kick the Vivaria's ass." Hadgar assured him, patting his chest, "I'm more inclined to the Hastza's ass. "

The clerk raised his eyebrows in surprise, but said nothing.

"By the way, is there any work for this little girl?" Hadgar asked.

Hearing this, the clerk looked Foy in front of him up and down for a while, folded his hands on his chest and said, "I don't think there is any job suitable for her, she doesn't seem to have much strength, and her figure is extremely inconspicuous, no one wants to do more work." take a look."

"What are you talking about!" Foy crossed her hips angrily, "I don't need you to judge me!"

"The kid can't hear the truth," Hadgar laughed. "She can help in the kitchen, and I don't want her to be idle."

"We don't need extra helpers," the clerk insisted. "Besides, His Excellency the Duke will set off with others soon, and he will take a large number of people with him."

"Let's go, where are you going?" Hadgar asked, is this going to be a war?

"In the rock pit city to the west, the adults have convened the Kingdom Council."

Hadgar let out a disinterested "Oh", it turned out that he was just going to attend some boring meeting.It seems that during this period of time, he can only let Foy eat and drink with him for free.

The noisy courtyard of the inner castle suddenly fell silent, and the soldiers who were sitting stood up one after another to salute in the direction of the inner building.Hadgar looked curiously at the direction they were saluting. A nobleman with a bald head and wearing a red silk and orange patterned robe was coming out of the hall. He looked quite old, at least 50 years old.

Behind him was a short, thin boy in a light blue gown with gold patterns. He was smiling, with blond hair and blue eyes...

Hadgar's heart tightened, he widened his eyes, and blinked vigorously twice to make sure he saw correctly.

He turned around abruptly, startling Foy beside him.

"what are you doing!"

"It's him!" Hadja exclaimed with a suppressed voice.

"He? Who?"

"God damn 'Golden Eagle'..." Hadgar shook his head to calm himself down. "It's because of him that I'm here."

He must be right, the boy must be a golden eagle, Hadgar remembered that calm and contemptuous smile, what is he doing here?This is a thousand miles away from Madkalin!The person in front of him should be the owner of the castle, the Duke of the Perk family. They seem to have a good relationship...

Did he know he would be here too?No, it's impossible... Hadgar didn't even know he would come to Erno Castle a few days ago...

"What golden eagle, who is he?" Foy asked.

"He is the last person I want to see, no, he should be the second person I least want to see, no, he should be the third..." Hadgar said nonsense.

He once thought about what would happen to him if he met the golden eagle, but after experiencing the bullshit of the black shadow and the red-robed man, he only had one thought, and that was to run away and get as far away from these strange lunatics as possible.

"It's like seeing a ghost," Foy said. "Your face is so pale."

Yes, like ghosts, Hadja thought he had escaped the eye-gouging maniacs and sadists, but they haunted him like ghosts.

"The situation has changed, Foy, we have to get out of here," Hadgar said.

(End of this chapter)