Whispers of the Gods

Chapter 14 Hadgar I

Hadgar Grayman was reclining in an oak chair.

He came out of Madkalin's arena, propping himself up on poles all the way to the poet and the bee.

It was still some time before evening, and there was no one in the tavern.

Hadgar held a glass of ale and squinted to enjoy the quiet before the tavern became full, even though the place smelled like bad wine and piss.

"Erica!" Hadgar caught a glimpse of the graceful curves, "Can you ask Enna to mop this floor? It's too sticky."

"I know a good place where the floor isn't sticky yet," Erica said seductively, approaching Hadgar.

"No, not now." Hadgar refused, "My whole body hurts now."

"What's the matter, my hero?" Erica sat on Hadgar's lap, "You must have had a fulfilling day today."

"It's too full." Hadgar was not interested, he just wanted to continue resting half against the oak wall.

"Really, what a slutty woman... hiccup." The voice of a drunk came from the corner of the tavern.

"Don't you like it, Lord Bryce?" Erica left Hadgar and walked slowly to the corner.

"The sage, the sage said, 'A loose woman, though her lips drip with honey, and her mouth is smoother than oil,

But they're as bitter as gentian root, like, sharp as a double-edged sword...' Hiccup. "

The drunk was flushed and looked like he had been drinking for some time.

He wears a white linen robe with a sun pattern on the chest.

These bullshit pastors of the Supreme God are still preaching even when they are drunk, chattering non-stop.

"But you can't give up the sweetness of honey just because of the bitterness of gentian root." Erica said with a grin.

"You, what are you talking about..." The pastor looked Erica up and down, and changed his words: "That's right... What you said makes sense."

"The Holy King will also forgive you." Erica helped the pastor upstairs.

Hadgar took a deep sip of his ale.

The reward this time was not enough for him to heal his wounds and repair his armor, and his request for more money was also rejected by the employer, these stingy bastards.

That Amber Knight is really ruthless. The last time he was injured like this was when he faced the champion warrior of the Musor Kingdom a year or two ago.

Rarely had Hadgar come across someone as tall, strong and agile as the Amber Knights of today.

And as expected of the Hastza people who are proud of their swords, not only are their moves difficult to crack, but their attacks are also uninterrupted like a torrential rain.

"Bane!" a boy approached the tavern and greeted Hadgar.

"Children are not allowed in this place," Hadgar said.

The boy ignored him, pulled out an oak chair and sat diagonally across from him.

The boy's head just reached Hadgar's chin.

He was clad in a black linen robe, with a hood covering his head over pale blond hair and blue eyes.

"It was a wonderful fight in the arena today," said the boy.

"I know." Hadgar had no intention of chatting with the child, "What do you want, boy?"

"Work for me, 'Bane'," said the boy. "I have a lot of work for you."

"Ah, what will you give me in return?" asked Hadgar. "Are you in this rag?"

"I can pay you." The boy said with a smile.

"Pfft, you little Vivalia kid can't afford my wages," said Hadgar contemptuously.

"I'm not a Vivarian, I'm a Hastza," the boy argued.

"You say yes, so be it." Hadgar rolled his eyes, pointed to his left shoulder and said to the boy:

"Listen, brat, I don't have time to mess around with you. Do you see me? I'm resting."

"I'll give you money." After that, the boy took out a money bag embroidered with beautiful golden lines from his pocket, and took out a few gold coins from it, all of which were engraved with the profile of the old man Vigrich.

"Where did you steal that from?" Hadgar raised an eyebrow. "Forget it, I don't care. I'm not here to babysit the damn kid."

"I haven't told you what work I have for you," said the boy.He didn't give up, and dumped the gold coins in the purse onto the table.

Roughly, it looks like there are fifty pieces.

"This is the advance payment." The boy pushed the gold coins on the table to Hadgar, "The rest will be given to you after you complete the contract."

Hadgar gathered up the gold coins, looked at the heaviness in his hands with a sense of satisfaction, and tentatively said: "Then why don't I just knock you out and take the rest of the gold coins?"

The boy laughed, and then he put the purse directly on the gold coin in Hadgar's hand, saying, "Because I have more."

"What do you want me for?" Hadgar demanded.

He only got twelve gold coins for killing an amber knight, and the champion of the arena gladiator only had twenty gold coins, and he gave himself one hundred gold coins as an advance payment to this brat.

Even a fool can see the strangeness, and he is not a fool.

"I said," said the boy, "work for me."

"Should you not let me attack Starfall City?" Hadgar asked.

"No," the boy said with a smile, "but I need you to kill. You're a killer, aren't you? You've been doing that in the arena."

"As long as the price is right, I can kill." Hadgar replied: "Tell me the name of the opponent you want me to kill, and I will not let him walk out of the arena alive."

"No, I don't need the little accidents you create in the arena," said the boy. "I need you to do the same thing outside the arena -- create accidents."

"Inside the city? The risk is too high." Hadgar refused, "Besides, I'm a soldier, not a murderer."

"That is a very noble speech, Hadgar," said the boy, "but a noble warrior does not break the rules of the arena set by the Emperor himself. You are a wise man, and I think you will not need me more Say."

"I don't like people threatening me," Hadgar's face darkened, "especially when little brats threaten me."

Although there is a high probability that no one can prove the crimes he committed in the past, but if he rejects the boy here, his every move in the arena from now on may attract extra attention.

"I'm just reminding you that you have a better way out," the boy said.

"Who are you?" Hadgar asked.

"I'm just like everyone else, someone who wants to hire you," the boy replied. "A more generous employer."

Hadgar didn't like the answer, the boy's mystique made him uncomfortable.

He looked at the boy in front of him vigilantly, trying to find some clues in his blue eyes.

Why did he know so much about his own activities, and why did he come to find him.

The boy smiled and looked at Hadgar, quietly waiting for his answer.

"What do you want me to do?" Hadgar asked sternly.

"When I have work for you, you will be notified naturally," said the boy.

"Then I need your name."

"You can call me the golden eagle." The boy got up and said with a smile.

Golden eagle?You look more like a hare.Hadgar thought.

"Recover well, 'Calamity'," the golden eagle got up, "I will need your help soon."

(End of this chapter)