Chapter 103 Ludomir III(6)

"I think you are living a good life," Ludomir said. "Your room is no worse than the bedroom in Lismorg Castle in the Hall of Ashes."

"I have my own way of survival, Your Majesty Prince." Serfuti replied, "But I will never forget my origin."

She gently stood up from the oak chair, placed her hands squarely in front of her belly like a lady, and walked slowly to Ludomir's side. Her smooth and flawless forehead was just at the height of his mouth.

She switched to Hastza: "My hometown is in the far east, my lord."

Sefuti ran her fingers through her black hair and leaned forward towards him. Her neck under the gold pendant was as smooth and soft as a silver ribbon, and the crocus petals underneath were looming.

"In Parasis, which believes in the sun, believers in the stars have only the fate of being enslaved." She raised her eyes pitifully and stared at Ludomir, applying her warm breath on his neck, and her body

There was a sweet aroma that he had never smelled before.

"I live as a slave, someone else's property. I only learn how to please others, and I hear the misery of humble people like me." Sefuti sighed softly, and her voice became sad. "

So much so that I can understand their thoughts just by looking at their eyes and listening to their voices. This is the reason why I can live till now."

"This Iron City needs a new owner who can be as hard as steel and as gentle as satin..." She whispered in a low voice while reaching out her hand to Ludomir's cheek, but was

He grabbed his wrist directly.

"You're very good at doing this." He looked at her and replied in Hastza.

He released the delicate hand of the slightly surprised woman in front of him, took two steps back, and regained his usual composure. The body and words are a woman's weapons, and Sefuti is very skilled in both. She is not only

A simple prostitute or madam.

"You would rather let an unknown lord of his family rule Iron Crown City," Ludomir changed back to Vivalian, "and do not want the Wilk family, which has been rooted here for hundreds of years, to continue to sit on their side.

On the seat?”

"You are not an ordinary lord of his family, my lord, people have nothing but praise for you." Serfuti said in Vivarian, "Four years ago, you led your black army into Iron Crown City through the Dusk Gate.

, and then when heading north from the Iron Throat Gate to the Mollin Forest, I also used these eyes to confirm that what they said was true."

"Oh! I also saw it then. The prince's heroic appearance is really dashing." Sizmon Janico squeaked, "The black-armored prince came with his black army from the Hall of Ashes to help us suppress the bandits.

, it’s really touching, tsk tsk.”

"We are actually asked to clean up the mess in the Wilk family." Yarosta agreed disdainfully, "There are bandits and poachers hiding everywhere in the forest."

"It is our duty to protect the kingdom." Of course Ludomir remembered the time he went to Mold Forest to suppress bandits four years ago. The health of the king's father, Izdor Corva, began to deteriorate at that time, but he still insisted on sitting.

The Kingdom Council is hosted on the Dragon-Winged Throne in Jagerska Palace.

The Duke of Iron Crown City and Dawn City, Conrad Wilk, rarely spoke in the parliament. He used his loud voice to propose that the king help him deal with the bandits harassing his northern territories, and his father also agreed with the nobles.

He agreed with his voice.

"Go and prove to them that you will be a worthy ruler." His father said.

Those forest bandits were originally farmers who fled their homes because they were dissatisfied with the heavy taxes and hid in the moldy forest, making a living by hunting and plundering.

He said, this is the result of the dukes themselves. And if we don't solve the problem from the root and reduce taxes, it will be useless no matter how many bandits are suppressed. It won't be long before more people flee into the mold forest, put down their plows and pick up weapons.

.

Ludomir did it, he led the black army and the white iron hoofs of the Wilk family, stationed from spring to the end of summer, they scouted and tracked every hiding place, eliminated them or drove them further north.

But the nobles chose the youngest sister Lozalia during the king-selection meeting after their father died of illness. He stood next to Sigmund, the Lord Privy Seal, clenching his fists. He could see the fear in these people's eyes.

.

They were afraid of him and whether their own power would be threatened if he became the new queen.

"You are Ludomir Korva, the true heir of the Kingdom of Vivalia, and you should be the king." As if she could see through the thoughts in his blue eyes, Serfuti told him. "Soldiers fight, leaders lead.

, kings rule.”

"My sister is the queen, and she is the legal king of Vivalia." Ludomir's tone was as cold as ice, "If you say such words again, I will hang you with my own hands."

"I don't mean anything else, I just feel sorry for you, Your Majesty the Prince." Serfuti pretended to be innocent and said, "You could have become a great king that will be sung throughout the ages."

"I don't care what the world thinks of me, I only care about my family." Ludomir said, "Everything I do is for the Korva family."

"Of course, sir." Saifuti said.

"I heard from Sizmon that you were in charge of accounting for Conrad Wilk. Where are the account books?"

"Iron Crown City's account books are in my other room." Serfuti replied. "With Lady Najlina."

"Take us there." Ludomir ordered.

Sefuti nodded gracefully like a lady. She picked up an iron key from her marble dresser and led them out of the room. She swayed with her graceful curves with every step, and the black velvet was like a lover.

It was as close to her body as a hug.

They followed Sefti up the wooden stairs and stopped at the door of a locked room at the end on the left.

She unlocked the iron lock and slowly pushed open the wooden door. The windows in the room were closed tightly, and the heavy darkness and silence seemed to be two different worlds from the outside.

There are bookshelves filled with leather volumes, a wooden table with messy papers, and a simple wooden bed. The room is filled with the smell of old leather and parchment.

The light cast long shadows on the floor through the crowd, and the faint light illuminated the figure of a woman huddled in the corner.

"Mrs. Nadgelina?" Ludomir frowned slightly.

The woman's arms hugged her knees tightly, and she buried her head in her arms to avoid the pain as if she was stabbed by the dim light.

Her blond hair was a mess, like a dry wheat field, her worn gold and white silk robe wrapped around her thin body, her skin clinging to her sharp elbows, as pale as a ghost.
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