Whispers of the Gods

Chapter 122 Sigmund V (3)

"You are so timid. No wonder people say that dwarves are only half the size of ordinary people." He laughed and said.

"Who are you?" Sigmund asked.Even though he no longer has any official position, he still wants to understand why these bandits appear in the heart of Leon.

"You're persistent, dwarf."

"My name is Sigmund Miriam, not a dwarf." Sigmund became bolder, "The last person who laughed at my height is still locked in the deepest part of Fort Smörg In the dungeon, that person can beat up to three."

"Hey, it's really scary." Sigmund's words caused the surrounding robbers to burst into laughter.

"I admit that your level of telling jokes is not bad, you amused me." Asion said, "You can live first, we need someone who can perform... clown, this is the name of you Vivarians. Law?"

"Is your name Asion?" asked Sigmund.

"Only my people can call me Asion." The bandit leader became serious. "That's not my name, but my inherited right. Well...you can call me Tughlu Kergan."

"Asion, there is nothing valuable." One of his subordinates said, "There are only torn books and clothes in the box."

"Throw away the books and keep the clothes." Tughlu Kergan ordered.

"These books are much more valuable than my clothes!" Sigmund stopped them, he picked up a book from the ground, ""The Language of the Court Attendant", this book alone cost me more than 20 gold coins. "

"You're lying again. Who would spend so much money on a pile of torn paper?" Tughlu Kergan didn't believe him. "This money is enough to buy four or five swords."

"From the king to the scholar. Anyone who can read will know its value." Sigmund shook his head secretly, as if telling a blind man how beautiful a painting is.

Tuglu Kergen snatched the book from Sigmund's hand, checked it suspiciously, and threw it to his subordinates. "If I find out you're lying, I'll cut off your hand."

"Why not the tongue?" Sigmund asked, "I've heard of thieves chopping off hands and cheating tongues, but why am I chopping off my hands when I tell lies?"

"In this way, when you lie again, I can cut off your second hand," Tughru laughed loudly, "pull out your tongue, so I can't know whether you have learned your lesson."

The black-skinned robbers took away the valuables and the horses that pulled the carriage together with Sigmund. They rode eastward along the Chiliu River, and Sigmund was tied to the saddle by them with hemp rope. .

Arriving at their camp at dusk, Sigmund discovered that the men were only part of a gang of bandits.These people were stationed in the south of Spring Brook City not far from the King's Forest across the Chiliu River. There were two to three hundred people, and their equipment was even better than that of ordinary soldiers.

Tughlu Kergan and his men had their own small camp, with more than a dozen small tents in a circle, with an unlit bonfire in the middle.A wooden stake was inserted at the door of each of their tents, and various animals were carved on it, many of which Sigmund had never seen before.

After they tied Sigmund casually to a nearby tree, they began to light a fire, barbecue, drink and sing.

Sigmund kept observing the big camp. There were robbers and prostitutes, but there were no other military personnel. Any chores and cooking were done by the robbers themselves.

But ordinary bandits don't have such good equipment as them. He still remembered that the forest bandits captured by the Korva family in the king's forest didn't even have boots, and only had a few more spears and wooden arrows than beggars.

He could see the walls of Chunxi City across the Chiliu River. No bandits would be stationed in such a dangerous place, unless they were mercenaries hired by those lords.

A mercenary of this size would cost a lot of gold coins, and Sigmund didn't think the Claus family in Springbrook City could afford the expense.Could it be that Wei Qingcheng hired mercenaries after hearing that their Duke's family had been captured?But their masters are being taken hostage, should they find a way to resist?

"Old man." Tughlu Kergan got up and walked towards him with a piece of meat sticking out of the meat cleaver in his hand. "Would you like some food?"

"Of course," he replied without thinking, looking at the tender and juicy meat in front of him. "Thank you."

Tughlu put the meat on the knife in front of his mouth, and Sigmund chewed it with his mouth open and swallowed it, his stomach and tongue were a little bit unfinished.

"Is it delicious?" Tuglu asked.

"Delicious, what kind of meat is this?"

"The meat of your groom friend." Tughlu laughed.

Sigmund's eyes widened immediately, his stomach began to tighten, and an unprecedented sense of nausea and rejection brewed in his throat.

"Hey——!"

He opened his mouth and throat, spat out the meat he had just swallowed, along with his morning strips of bacon, oranges, and bread.

Seeing this, Tuglu laughed loudly, his teeth were white in the dimness. "I'm just kidding you. This is pork. Let's see how scared you are."

"Why are you doing this?" Sigmund looked at the food he had spit on the ground, wondering if he should trust Tughru.

"Let's see what your reaction will be, I'm a little bored." Tughru replied heartlessly. "Why, do you really think I can eat people?"

"I wouldn't be surprised, I've seen enough horrible things lately," Sigmund said self-deprecatingly. "You don't look like ordinary forest robbers, are you mercenaries?"

“I like to refer to myself as a hired brigand,” Tughlu said. “People just hire me to do what I do every day, and fight a few battles along the way.”

"Where are you from?" Sigmund asked.

"You don't need to know where I come from, you just need to know that I am here to bring suffering."

"This must be the punishment given to me by the gods." Sigmund shook his head and sighed.He broke his oath, and he fell into the hands of these bandits as soon as he left the Hall of Ashes.

"What happened to you, old man?" Tughru asked curiously. "Do you have any good stories? Come and tell us before the campfire."

"My story is sour and bitter, I'm afraid it will be difficult for people to appetize." He smiled wryly.

"Well, you know that according to my beliefs, you have provoked some god that is related to you." Tughru said, "One of your ancestors, or the spirit of nature that is closely related to your life , like a phoenix spirit or a tree spirit. Have you done anything to offend them recently?"

"No, but I may have provoked the late king." Sigmund lowered his head and answered slowly.

(End of this chapter)