Whispers of the Gods

Chapter 121 Sigmund V (2)

Holding the wooden box, Sigmund avoided the eyes of other people in the castle while convincing himself that this was not a desertion of abandoning his master.The steps on the stone road became heavier and slower, and the gloomy weather with little sunlight was so cold that he tightened his short neck.

Can I really let it all go?It's something I've fought for my whole life, and I've long been a Colva.I knew every brick, every corner of the room and every ledger of this castle, and now I left in disgrace, without even saying goodbye to anyone.

Alas, I really think highly of myself. The kingdom will continue to function without me. Her Majesty the Queen will have other vassals without me. Maybe their opinions are not as good as mine, but they can make do with it.

Sigmund originally wanted to go to the cellar at the bottom of the Jaegerska Palace to bid farewell to King Izdor who was forever sleeping in the stone hall, but after thinking about it, he still broke the plan.He broke his oath to the king's old friend, and he was ashamed to see him.

When he was about to walk out of the castle, he slowed down his pace again. He could see the carriage waiting for him outside the bell ringing door, but in his heart he was still expecting that Lozaria would show up and call him back , and asked him to go back.

"Lord Sigmund!" Sure enough, a voice came from behind him.

He quickly put down the wooden box and turned to look.I saw a young man with blond hair running towards him panting. It was his castle servant Ansiwa.

"Huh...huh...Master Sigmund, where are you going?" Ansiwa asked while holding his knees and gasping for breath.

"Go back to my fief Tuolin Village." Sigmund smacked his lips in disappointment, "What's wrong?"

"How could you leave without a word?" Ansewar said. "Who will arrange work for us without you?"

"I am no longer the steward of this castle. When a new steward appears, he will naturally give you work. Before that, you should do whatever you want," Sigmund said.

"I will miss you, Lord Sigmund." Ansiwa said goodbye to him.

"I don't need you to worry about it, make less mistakes, but not every housekeeper is as patient as me." Sigmund picked up his wooden box again, and left the Hall of Ashes under the watchful eyes of the guards and Ansiwa .

The rickety carriage carried him and his luggage eastward on the road, and Sigmund leaned on the board without saying a word, just watching the scenery along the way silently.

The high walls of the Hall of Ashes slowly faded from his sight, leaving only tiny gray specks.The Chiliu River flowing to Lu Xihai was still as fast as ever, unable to illuminate the colors of the trees on the distant shore, and the dark sky made everything around here look gloomy.Only the breeze rustling the trees in the south and the calls of the great tits flying overhead could ease his mood a little.

"The weather is really strange, don't you think so, my lord?" asked the groom in front of Sigmund.He sat cross-legged easily on his straw cushion, a smile on his lips.

"What?" Sigmund asked absently.

"Usually at this time, I would be too hot in a light linen jacket, but now I'm a bit cold in a cloak!" replied the groom.

"Well, maybe," said Sigmund, "it's been a cool year."

"I heard that..." Suddenly, a cold arrow struck, directly piercing the groom's chest.

Sigmund's eyes widened in horror, and he quickly shrank back in shock and hid behind his wooden box.The horse pulling the cart was frightened and started to run away, directly causing the carriage to lose its balance, and fell heavily to the ground together with the horse.

He moved the wooden box that was pressing on him and hid behind the overturned carriage.The horse couldn't get up, and kept panting and neighing, followed by the sound of hooves from the south.Who are these people?This is the area around the Hall of Ashes, and the bandits of Wang Wanglin have never dared to approach here!

As the hoofbeats approached him, there was a slight sound from behind the carriage. "Come out, don't hide, we have more than a dozen riders, you can't escape."

"Who are you?" Sigmund asked in panic.

"What does it matter?" The man asked back with a smile, "In any case, your goods and life are ours."

"I'm just a farmer who wants to go home!" Sigmund lied, "There is no cargo on this carriage, only my little luggage."

"Fart! Do you think we are blind? Peasants don't wear linen robes! Only nobles and rich merchants can afford them. No matter what you are, you are rich." The man was not deceived, "I The eyes are sharp."

"Who the hell are you?" Sigmund asked again, dragging his time while praying that the soldiers of the Korva family would notice what was going on here.

"Do you know? You are really annoying!" The man cursed, and led a group of people to ride around the carriage, appeared behind Sigmund, got off his horse and dragged him out.

"I don't know why I've been listening to you rambling for so long." The man was tall, about as strong as "Bear" Condrad, with skin as black as charcoal, wearing a leather vest, and had wild long black hair.He pulled out the straight knife from his waist and was about to cut at Sigmund.

"Wait! Wait!" Sigmund raised his hands to protect his head, clucking like a rooster. "I'm valuable, don't kill me!"

The man stopped. "say."

Sigmund explained tremblingly: "I am the Lord Seal Keeper of the Kingdom of Vivalia. If you take me as a hostage, you can take a large amount of ransom from the Colva family."

"So you're not a farmer anymore?" The man grinned, showing white teeth between his thick lips.

"This time I'm telling the truth. Hall of Ashes is not far to the west, you can take me there now to verify the truth."

"Acion, dwarfs like to tell lies," said his rider on horseback.They didn't look like Vivaria or Hastza, he'd never seen anyone so dark. "You can't trust him."

"I'm not a dwarf! I'm just a little shorter than the others." Sigmund said angrily, he even forgot that he was just a captive to be slaughtered.

"That's what every dwarf says," said the bandit Athion. "You're deceiving, old dwarf. You try to trick me there, and I won't be fooled."

He casually waved the straight knife in his hand and ordered his men to get off the horse and check the wooden box. This action scared Sigmund back again and again.

(End of this chapter)