Whispers of the Gods

Chapter 23 Hadgar II

The golden eagle has already given Hadgar the first task, but this job seems extremely simple.

Kill anyone at random and gouge out the eyes.Hadgar didn't know what the deeper meaning was, but the Golden Eagle was the first employer to let Hadgar pick his own victims, even though he was supposed to be a pervert with eccentricities.

Killing was easy, and Hadgar was never sorry for what he did.Like any other profession, it was just his job.

Kill or be killed, this is what Hadgar has learned since he was a child.

No one cares about the people in the slums in the northeastern region of Madkalin, even children can be sent to the deathmatch arena and be used as bets.No one cares about their lives, only the income they can bring.

Hadgar didn't feel anything when he killed the first man, a child about his own age.

He replayed that moment every night, hundreds of thousands of times, wanting to feel sad or regretful.

By the end, there was only one thought in Hadgar's head, "Is that all? Why doesn't I think killing people sucks?"

He still didn't feel anything.He had to do it, he did it, that's all.

Since then, he has understood one thing: people think they are greater than other animals, but this is just an idea instilled in themselves after all.

When it comes down to it, killing is easy and simple, no different than killing an animal.It won't tear your soul apart, make you sleepless, and it won't keep you from doing it.

All Hadgar needed now was to find a poor guy to do his job, collect his pay, and move on with his life.

The night sky was clear, and in Madkalin City at midnight, only scattered lights of torches could be seen walking on the street, and the voices in the city were muffled as if covered by a blanket.It's already curfew time.

Hadgar wore a black cloak and hood, and quiet, dark shoes.

He's awkward, and being in the shadows of the city doesn't make him feel at ease.He is an eye-catching fighter in the arena, not a killer hiding in the corner.

The star gods are clearly visible in the sky.In the upper right corner of Nemir, the god of stars, the shroud of Hedar, the god of death, has been opened.

Hadgar could vaguely see three bright spots around Hedar, which were his three arms, one for taking, one for guiding, and one for giving.

The hand of death, which is usually difficult to see, is fully revealed tonight, and he is ready to extradite souls to their respective destinations.

There is never a shortage of beggars on the Fengxing Street next to the square. They eat and sleep in the open, sleeping anywhere they can sleep, from the door to the corner, like leftovers thrown out of the door after a banquet.

The clergy of the Supreme God will always give them alms, which is why the number of beggars in the city will only increase.As long as there is enough rain, Madkalin can grow any kind of plant.

All Hadgar needs to do is find a good time to strike.He hides around corners, evading patrolling guards.

The guard passed by with a torch but didn't notice him. The moment the guard left, Hadgar avoided all eyes and slipped quietly into the alley deeper in the street.

The smell of excrement and decay filled his nostrils, and he had to suppress the urge to throw up.The narrow dark alley could not allow two people to walk side by side, so he could only rely on the faint light of the moon to provide illumination, and walked slowly inside.

He found the perfect prey in an alley, a sleeping beggar.The beggar was lying on his side, facing the wall, and all Hadgar needed to do was cleanly wipe his neck with the knife.

He approached the beggar quietly, holding the dagger in his right hand, trying to cover the beggar's mouth with his left hand.

When approaching, Hadgar's nose smelled a bad smell of rust in the stench, and only then did he realize that what he was stepping on was not the sewage from the street, but the blood of this beggar.

The man was dead, and Hadgar couldn't tell if his skin had begun to change color or his blood had begun to turn red or darken, but his blood hadn't clotted, which meant he hadn't been dead for long.

Hadgar raised his eyebrows, it was easier now, he just had to dig out the beggar's eyes and give them to the golden eagle.

He turned the beggar over, only to find that he was staring at a pair of holes, and someone took a step ahead of him.

Did the Golden Eagle hire other people besides himself?Hadgar thought, only this little perverted bastard would do such a thing.

At this time, the meager moonlight shining on the beggar's face was suddenly blocked by a black shadow.Hadgar's heart trembled, and the warning spread throughout his body.

He turned sideways and rolled to the right, and the black shadow stabbed into the chest cavity of the beggar's corpse.

Hadgar couldn't see the man clearly, he was wearing a black cloak like himself, and he was also wearing a mask.

The black shadow pulled out the dagger and threw himself directly at Hadgar.He was lightning fast, and Hadgar turned to meet him.The blades of the two collided, and they faced each other face to face for a moment.

Hadgar was taller and bigger than Sombra, and he tried to trip it with his legs, but the latter took a step back and jumped away.

The narrow alleys could not allow Hadgar and his opponents to go around, and he only had a dagger that was useless in a frontal battle.

"Who are you?" Hadgar asked. "Did you kill this man?"

The black shadow didn't reply, and rushed towards Hadgar again.

Hadgar straightened his left arm, directly resisting the right hand of the black shadow holding the knife. He raised his right hand and stabbed at the black shadow, but was dodged by the black shadow again.

"If you did it," Hadgar explained, "then we're both employed by the same employer, and that's a misunderstanding."

The black shadow remained silent, and slowly approached him.

"Gods, the golden eagles are looking for perverted bastards..." Hadgar scolded.

He stepped forward and stabbed forward, trying to suppress the shadow with his own weight.The black shadow retreated while dodging Hadgar's attack smoothly.He was quick, and Hadgar's dagger was no threat to him.

This kind of strange and flexible dodging body Fahadja has only seen once, and the champion warrior of Musor Kingdom he met in the arena also used this move.

"You guys have no pigs to do in the south?" Hadgar stopped and stepped back. "What is a Musor doing in Madkalin?"

Sombra still didn't reply.

"Listen, I don't know what's wrong with you, or how much gold he gave you or got you, I don't give a damn," said Hadgar, "but I have nothing against you, I don't do not know you."

The ominous loathing arose from the ominous shadow, and Hadgar just wanted to get out of this wretched place now.Hadgar didn't know what kind of shit trouble the goddamn golden eagle had brought him, he just wanted to go, as far as possible.

"We're not done yet." The shadow approached slowly.His voice was cold and emotionless.

　Footnote: The corresponding star of Khedarr, the god of death, is Rigel

　　
　
(End of this chapter)