章節 37: Your Masters
"Wow, I didn't think of Cyrus at all, could you dive into my thoughts so quickly, honourable Wise?" Arch said.
"Of course not, I smelled it." Noveo's response was simple.
Arch looked at the top of the very high palace where Cyrus lived, and the distance seemed to him to be far away, the bird did not appear, and his voice could not be transmitted as well, especially since he was sleeping now, so how did he smell from this distance?! But the wise man pointed to the back of his neck, and said with a smile: "Purple thorn."
(Arch) gave a grimace of wonder, who did not know that the magic of the oak tree, was to award its prickled the ability to smell the minimal smells from great distances, a hidden gift, linked to tattoos written in the sacred language of Nazma.
And he received the princess's guest from (Kazan), while (Amed) stopped the Viscount, saying to him: "It is forbidden to take soldiers inside." The viscount put his hand on the handle of his sword with an eloquent action, and (Amed) raised his arm back, pretending that he was also ready to use the Rokoshta sword.
Noveo stopped at once when he sensed that the Viscount might bang with Amed, and said to Arch diplomatically, "The garrison commander has strict orders to take me everywhere, and he is content with three of his most loyal and prominent fighters in enclosed spaces."
(Arsh) said to Amed, "He won't take everyone, let him have three at most."
As if they had not heard a word, the two men looked at each other with a direct defiant look, before Amed lowered his arm, Wiggieri let go of his sword handle, and Amede asked the Viscount: "What's your name?" Viscount coldly replied: "Wiggieri. Commander of the Golden Boar Battalion of Masters's Armies, your masters."
Feigning respect, (Amid) gave him the way, and said to him, deliberately mispronouncing his name: "Please, gentlemen, who have dominion over all the great Orioum races...Go ahead, Mr Wiggs!"
The veins of the viscount's neck stiffened, but Wise stepped in again, and said to him, 'I will be glad to speed up this stage, Viscount, excuse these men, they do not understand your position and your high military rank, I am tired from the journey and need to rest as soon as possible.'
They crossed 2 Eliadors in a week, and one of the reasons for their shortening of time was that they found the swift Sea-Spring current in the bay of (Towering Virgin), and he was already in need of a comfortable bed, so the Viscount bare his fangs in silence, as though threatening Amed with a harsh reply if he persisted in the defiance of his position. He continued walking after he signalled to his three favourite men to enter, while the dwarf commander indicated to him to reassure him about the rest of the garrison, and he went to them to guide them to their inner camp, and the horns of beer that they must need.
They entered from a side corridor, and then stood before the gate of the hall, guarded by four giant warriors, and (Amed) commanded the guard to open the gate and inform (Bidn) the commissioner of the arrival of the wise guest. And the commissioner called out: "Mr. (Noveo) the wise, honourable, wise of the walls of (Khawan) and the tower of the Masters."
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