Whispers of the Gods

Chapter 80 Hadgar IV (1)

The first thing Hadgar Grayman did every time he woke up was to make sure his eyes were intact.

After carefully stroking his intact eyes, he would heave a sigh of relief.

The cabin is simple and crude, and it can make people shrug their shoulders in the bitter winter, and it will be creaked and crumbling in the storm, but it can provide a refreshing coolness in this midsummer.

Hadgar sat on a wooden bed strewn with hay, brushing off the clippings of hay that stuck to his hood, sackcloth and black clothes, and hair.

His arms and hands itched and burned, and the wounds from the shadow's torment were still wrapped in linen bandages.

He was sure it was daytime, because there was no one else in the farmhouse, but it was dark inside, save for a little sunlight through the closed wooden windows, and the red light rising from the burning woodpile.

On the woodpile, the iron pot that is cooking thick soup is hung on a wooden tripod by iron chains, and the aroma of onions and radishes in the rich soup is overflowing.

The food that can be seen everywhere now makes Hadgar's mouth water.

He climbed out of bed and sat on the bench next to the tripod.

He scooped up the thick soup with a wooden spoon in the iron pot and wanted to gobble it up, but was so hot that he smacked his lips and stretched out his tongue. He had to pout his mouth patiently to cool down the soup and the vegetables inside, and then swallowed it in one gulp.

Hadgar was aching all over, and he had lost track of how many days had passed since he fled north.

He ate wild fruits all the way, and he didn't let go of anything that seemed edible.

He sneaked into the fields at night to steal cabbage, and he thought about catching chickens to eat, but he didn't even have anything to start a fire, let alone a dagger.

He hid himself in a lumber pile or a haystack in the farmhouse and slept, and got up and left before daylight.

Hadgar couldn't sleep well at all, he was worried every day that the black figure or the man in the red robe would find him, and these weird people hiding in the dark always appeared in his dreams.

If he could find a horse and ride along, he'd be able to get out of Hastza sooner and start over.

But the stables in the city are heavily guarded, and the surrounding villages are extremely wary of strangers, and besides, he should have been on the sheriff's list as a fugitive outlaw.

The Vivaria imp who called himself the Golden Eagle cost him everything—his fine iron longsword, his iron breastplate, chain mail, spiked iron helmet, and Iron Leggings...

Those were his most cherished pieces of armor, and they had saved him more than once in Madkalin's arena.

He originally planned to use the one hundred viglich gold coins given to him by the golden eagle to have the best blacksmith in King Street forge a gorgeous and sharp steel long sword, and a set of steel plate armor from toe to hair , which would make him look like a knight, and perhaps pay for a servant to be his squire.

Hadgar would move out of the room he rented at the Poets and the Bee, and find a place to rent in the block next to the Hippodrome. Windwalk Street, west of the square, would be a good place, when he happened to hear that a house was vacant. And the mayor's men are looking for interested tenants.

But now he has nothing, and it's all because of the damn golden eagle!
Hadgar had to flee Madkalin, the overcrowded city where he had lived for 33 years.

But now he can't go back there, he even needs to leave the Hastza Empire, because he is now a prisoner on the run.

And he didn't commit any crime at all, he didn't kill the beggar, but both Hei Ying and those perverted red-robed men believed that he was responsible for the murder and eye-gouging.

As for Sombra, the dead Musor, Hadgar swore to the gods that if fate allowed them to meet again, he would never show mercy.

He'd kill Sombra himself, but not before he'd retaliated, giving the disfigured torturer a taste of his own favorite "weaving."

As for those red-robed people who gouged out their eyes, they were more dangerous than the shadows. Hadgar at least knew that the black shadows were working for the Hastza Empire, but he knew nothing about the red-robed people.

They worshiped evil gods Hadgar had never heard before, and uttered strange incantations. They must be wizards with some kind of sinister magic.

Especially the blind old man leader in the underground cave, his hearing is terribly good, and he is also the craziest of the group.

Suddenly, the door of the wooden house was pushed open, and Hadgar was forced to squint his eyes by the sudden sunlight.

"Why did you eat all the soup?" The girl scolded him, "This is our family's lunch today!"

Hadgar opened his eyes and looked at the girl, then at the iron pot with only some scraps left, and he realized that he had put all the thick soup into his stomach before he knew it.

"I'm sorry." Hadgar stroked his stubble, which he hadn't trimmed for a while. "I did not notice."

"You can really eat." The girl pouted, "It's a good thing it's not winter, otherwise we wouldn't have any extra food for you to eat like this."

"When I have money, I will definitely come back with gold coins to thank you." Hadgar assured.

The girl with the scythe in her hand was dressed in brown sackcloth and a white turban.

For the convenience of doing farm work, she tied her dark brown hair up, leaving only a few bangs on her forehead.

The girl is fifteen or sixteen years old, she has a pair of delicate eyebrows, and a pair of nimble brown eyes.The girl's nose is high and short, and her lips are full.

"It's this kind of promise again. You will never come back after you leave."

The girl sighed, and she approached the cabin, lifted the wooden bar and opened the window.

"Even if what you said is true, my parents, my siblings and I will still be hungry today."

Hadgar spat softly, feeling a little impatient.

But the owner of this dilapidated wooden house took him in when he fell on the way to escape, and not everyone was so kind, or stupid.He shouldn't have any complaints.

"I will leave here tonight." Hadgar said to the girl, "You have let me stay at your home for two days, I have almost recovered, and there is no reason to bother you."

"So soon?" The girl asked slightly surprised, "Where are you going?"

"North," Hadgar replied, "I don't know exactly where."

"North?" The girl's eyes flashed with surprise, "but your body is full of injuries, maybe you need to find a doctor first."

"The doctor wants silver coins, and now I have only one life, and they don't want my life like everyone else."

Hadgar said with a bitter smile, "I'm traveling north for adventure and to find more wealth."

(End of this chapter)