Whispers of the Gods

Chapter 137 Rudomir IV (1)

"It's gotten worse today."

The pyre crackled, each time a flame rose.Rudomir Corva took off his leather gloves and rubbed his hands to keep warm while listening to his adjutant.

"What kind of situation are you referring to?" He asked flatly, "We have already taken down Ironcrown City, and I would say that the situation is not bad."

"You know what I mean," Yaroste sat across from him, "it's already noon, but the outside is no different from dusk, or even worse."

"It's just some bad weather, it'll be fine in a few days." He raised his eyebrows slightly, "Have you never experienced a time like this? Dark clouds cover the stars, and then the sun and the moon break through the dark clouds shortly after?"

Rudomir wanted his men to feel at ease, but he himself was wondering about the recent weather.Dark clouds loomed over their heads, making the sun less bright than the usual moon, and it was supposed to be the hottest time of the year, but his feet were always yearning for more warmth.

"I don't think I have this kind of experience." Yaroste shook his head. "As it is now, we don't even know when the enemy is coming."

"It's the air that's getting hazy, not the people who are blind," Rudomir replied, "I'm sure they can tell the difference between someone and nobody, and they're not deaf either. Fragrant baby wakes up."

"You're right, I hope my worries are unfounded."

He walked to Condrad Wilke's bedroom, creaked open the wooden door, and said to the woman sitting inside: "It seems that you are very comfortable and leisurely here."

"You say that now, Your Excellency, because you haven't seen such things, not because they don't exist." Sefty put all her long, bright black hair behind her back, and she wasn't tied up as before this time. with braids.

"No, it's not like this." The woman shook her head gracefully, "If you ask our ancestors, they would say that this is the dragon swallowing the sky, which is the harbinger of the end of the world."

Sefty smiled slightly, "Maybe what you said is right."

Rudomir walked through the long and dark corridor, and he had to take a torch from a Black Army soldier to light it up. The rare gloomy weather made the entire castle look like a crypt on the ground.

"The pigeons have already set off, and the port is under our control. It is impossible for the Wilke family to invade by sea."

Rudomir picked up the silver cup on the table and fiddled with it, staring up at Sefferty's gray eyes. "It's just the occasional bad weather. I think you should have experienced similar situations in the north for so many years. After all, the further north you go, the colder and worse the weather will be."

"I think you're smart enough not to believe these stupid bedtime stories. If dragons ever existed, there would be no one. They would have eaten us all."

"From the day they boarded the ship, they never let up for a single moment." The adjutant also grasped his hand tightly to express his respect.

"Very good," he nodded, and got up to hold Yaroste's arm, "Keep the boys on guard at all times."

"What happened to what I asked you to do?" Rudomir asked.

"For example?" Heijun found a small wooden table and sat down.

Sefity, who was wearing dark red velvet, changed her legs and turned her legs up, showing off her beautiful curves without hesitation. "Such a nice place, someone has to enjoy it, right?" She said in a light voice, "I suggest you knock on the door before you come in, so as not to see anything that disturbs you."

The two said goodbye, and Rudomir put on his leather gloves again, and left the hall into the corridor.Since they occupied the Lonely Cliff Castle, the black army turned the second-floor hall of the inner castle into their war room. They put together the long table for eating and placed the maps collected from the castle.The blue, white and white iron hoof flag of the Wilk family that was originally hanging at the end of the hall was also pulled down as fuel for the fire, and the luxurious clothes in the Duke's bedroom were stuffed into oak boxes as trophies.

"Did you bring the account books of Iron Crown City?" Rudomir asked straightforwardly, "I need to see it."

"Nothing disturbs me." Rudomir replied flatly, and he hung the torch on the wall and entered the room.

Sefferty frowned, a trace of displeasure flashed across her face, but it disappeared in an instant.

"You really don't give yourself a moment of leisure, Your Excellency." The woman took out a book bound with wooden boards from behind her, "From the time I started keeping accounts for Konrad Wilke to the present, all the records are in Here it is."

"For example, the strange weather now." Sephti replied, "If the sun is swallowed, everything will start to wither."

After he returned to Lonely Cliff with Lady Nagelina, Sefferty won the Ironcrown City for Rudomir as she promised.She created a commotion in the city, and the panicked citizens who thought the Black Army had broken through the defense made the situation out of control. The Black Army also broke out of the Lonely Castle in the chaos, and drove out all the white iron hooves of the Wilk family.

"After the war is over, I will have plenty of time to rest." The light-blond man got up and approached Sefferty. "By the way, you now sit on the battlefield where the Fool and your girls once were."

Rudomir raised the corner of his mouth and gave a dry laugh, took the ledger and put it under the candlelight.

Rudomir raised his eyebrows and continued to look at the account books without saying anything.

"Let's put it this way, I offset this with my labor." Sefferty replied, "The Duke is very satisfied with my service."

"Taxes from surrounding villages and towns, tolls for passing through Ironcrown City, rents for land tenants, commodity taxes for city craftsmen, income from selling surplus crops and livestock, ransoms for captured knights and nobles..." Rudomir said from the first The page began to turn, carefully scanning each line of records, "Is there no tax for Sleeping Hunters here? I thought brothels would pay heavier taxes."

"Wages for white iron hooves... a rider can get thirty gold coins a year, and it takes another twenty to raise them? What does he feed them, bread inlaid with gold?" Rudomir shook his head and sighed, "If I Seeing this number, my subordinates are afraid that they will use mutiny to threaten more gold."

"Condrad likes to reward his soldiers with his gold coins. Unfortunately, he has no concept of money."

"I can see," Rudomir admitted, "that each tenant farmer is taxed at fifty percent, and the land they rent is another. No wonder he can afford it."

"As far as I know, basically every duke does this." Sefferty said, "This seems to have become a Vivalia tradition."

(End of this chapter)