Whispers of the Gods

Chapter 83 Hadgar IV (4)

Foy took Hadgar into the village, and the villagers who came up to ask Hadgar's identity said that he was his distant relative, and he came to visit their family on the way north from Madkalin.

They came to the horse farm surrounded by high wooden railings. The groom was training a black steed on the grass in the distance, and at least five horses were resting in their own closed stables under the thatched stables nearby.

Hadgar took one look at a healthy, handsome-looking brown horse, with a white mark between its brows and on its nose that looked like a woodman's war paint.

It looked like it should be seventeen hands high, and the muscles in its legs were strong but not tense.Its skin was smooth and its black mane was beautiful. It must be nice to touch.

The most important thing is its eyes. It has a pair of gentle and kind eyes. This is Hadgar's only chance. He doesn't want to find himself a rebellious and fierce horse.

The wooden longhouse in the racecourse is the perfect cover, just blocking the view of all the villagers to the south.

Hadgar asked Foy to repeat the plan, and after confirming that it was correct, he slipped behind Mavrodi's wooden longhouse, waiting for Foy to bring the groom's son.

He hid on one side of the corner, watching every move of the groom in the racecourse through the wooden wall all the time to make sure that he didn't find himself.

Hadgar took out the knife hidden in the hood behind him, and waited quietly for Foy and the groom's son.

His covert dispatch last time did not bring him any good results, so the gods should let him get what he wanted this time, right?
"Foy, what do you want to tell me... Do you have to change places?... My house doesn't..."

A boy's voice was heard not far away, and Hadgar held his breath and leaned against the wall, slightly clenched the handle of the knife in his hand.

"Oh, I told you to come, just come." Foy's voice got closer.

When the footsteps approached the corner, Hadgar slowly leaned forward.

The moment he saw the boy's figure, he rushed forward, covered the boy's mouth, and fished him over with his left arm.

"Shut up, don't make any noise, or I'll slit your throat." Hadgar pressed the knife to the boy's neck, and slammed his chin on his left shoulder, threatening in a low voice.

The boy was covered with his mouth and couldn't speak, he could only make a sound of affirmation.

The groom's son was taller and stronger than him, and Hadgar was struggling to control him, and the wound on his body was painfully stretched.

"Why didn't you tell me that the groom's son is so big?" Hadgar asked in a low voice.

"You didn't ask me!" Foy choked back at him.

"never mind."

Hadgar ordered to the boy, "See that brown horse? Open its barn, saddle him, and watch us go with your mouth shut. Do you understand?"

The groom's son responded with a "hmm".

Hadgar walked slowly to the stable with the boy on his back, while Foy was in charge of observing and reporting to him.

They went to the stable without being noticed, and Hadgar took the knife away from his neck after threatening the groom's son again.

"Open the stable, saddle up, and be quiet, don't think of tricks," Hadgar warned him, holding the knife to the boy's back.

The groom's son nodded. He quietly opened the wooden stable door latch of the brown horse, picked up the red saddle on the wooden bench beside him, and walked slowly.

"Come on, don't dawdle," Hadgar urged.

Suddenly the boy turned sharply and threw the saddle to him, scratching his back only slightly with Hadgar's knife.

Hadgar dodged the saddle that was thrown at him, but was thrown by the boy, dropping his knife.

The boy was heavy, and Hadgar had an old wound that hadn't healed. He was pressed tightly to the ground, unable to move.

"Come on! There are robbers! Horse thieves! Come on!" the boy shouted, wrapping his big hands around Hadgar's neck.

This bloody brat!Hadgar squeezed his neck hard to shrink back, desperately trying to push the boy away with both hands.

But his arm had been tortured by the black shadow so much that he had already lost much strength. There was a piercing pain on the inside of his arm, and dark red blood oozed out from under the bandage.

"Do...do something!" Hadgar gritted his teeth and ordered to the panicked Fay, "Help...help me...!"

Faye was in a hurry, she pulled the boy's shoulders with both hands, but he elbowed him away.Her punches and kicks are as feeble as a bad whore's flirting.

"Knife, knife...!" Hadgar stretched out his right hand to reach for the small knife on the ground, reminding Foy to hand him the knife.

Foy looked at the knife on Hadgar's right hand, then at Hadgar and the groom's son, the panic on her face gradually turned into paranoia.

Foy grabbed the knife on the ground, "No one can prevent me from finding Mrs. Shana!"

After finishing speaking, the girl raised the knife and thrust it into the boy's back.

But it was just a blunt iron knife for cutting bread, not the steel dagger of Sombra.

Faye's stab failed to penetrate the boy's back, but she did hurt him, and he let go of Hadgar's grip a little.

Hadgar seized this momentary opportunity to push the groom boy's hands away and drive his knee hard into his cunt.

The boy was kicked away by Hadgar, clutching his genitals, rolling and howling, he should not be able to get up for a while.This familiar scene lifted his spirits.

Foy helped him stand up, "Are you okay?"

"Horse, ahem...! Horse!"

Hadgar was so anxious that he was almost speechless. In addition, he was still strangled by the boy just now, and the blocked throat made him cough a few times.

The villagers and the groom must have rushed here when they heard the boy's cry for help, and he needs to leave here immediately.

He picked up the saddle with both hands, ran to the door of the brown horse's stable, and slowed down again, carefully placing the red saddle on its back.

"Good girl, good girl..." He gently stroked the mare's back along the fur to keep her calm, and fastened the leash under the horse's belly.

"What are you doing!" Foy stomped her feet anxiously, "They are coming soon, and you are still whispering to the horse here?"

"Shh!" Hadgar reminded Foy with wide-eyed eyes, "Before riding a horse, let the horse know you first, and you come pet it too!"

Hearing this, Foy had no choice but to stretch out her hands to imitate Hadgar's touch.

"She can sense the emotion of the person riding her, keep calm, you will be fine." Hadgar put his right hand on Foy's left shoulder and said softly.

He had wanted to leave Foy after he got the horse, but she had saved his life, and he couldn't just leave her, a bandit, to the angry villagers of Arkwood.

"It's almost there." Hadgar untied the reins tied to the wooden fence, led the brown mare out of the stable, and climbed onto the wooden stool. He didn't want the mare to be shocked by too much force when getting on the horse.

Hadgar cautiously put his left foot on the stirrup and jumped onto the horse's back.

The mare shook her head slightly, but did not resist her rider.

"Come up quickly." Hadgar stretched out his hand and said to Foy.

Foy imitated him as he climbed onto the wooden bench, leaned forward awkwardly, and reached out to approach Hadgar on the horse.

Hadgar grabbed the girl's hands and pulled her onto the horse.

He put his arms around Foy's waist to fix her body, and finally showed a relieved smile. No one could catch him this time.

"So ma'am, are you ready to get out of this shitty place?" he asked jokingly.

(End of this chapter)