Chapter 457 - The Holy Lady of Winterwolf is Truly Differen (1/2)
Of all the people who were seated in the ice palace, Roland was the only one who was watching the Holy Lady’s performance. The others were all praying in awe and admiration with their heads lowered.
The dancing Holy Lady saw Roland but didn’t show any reaction. She simply continued the seemingly sacred but actually alluring dance.
There was only so much that a rope could cover. Watching her, Roland began to miss Queen Andonara although he had only departed two days earlier.
About ten minutes later, after the Holy Lady finished her ritual dance, all the believers bent and retreated. None of them raised their heads.
Roland rose and patted his back. The whole world was made of ice, so it was rather chilly.
The Holy Lady suddenly smiled and pointed at Roland’s feet, before she returned to the ice palace.
Roland knew that she was asking him to stay there and wait.
As he expected, the Holy Lady came out very soon, this time in a white leather coat that covered her whole body, even her feet. Nothing but her head could be seen.
With long black hair that reached her waist, blue big eyes, a round face, and a loose white robe, the Holy Lady suddenly became an innocent and vulnerable girl, not nearly as s.e.xy and arousing as just now.
But she had left too deep an impression on Roland. Upon seeing her, Roland subconsciously remembered her fair, narrow waist and her bouncing b.o.o.bs.
“Am I beautiful?” The Holy Lady walked to Roland and asked with a smile.
“Yes,” replied Roland calmly.
She knew that he had been watching her. Instead of denying it, he might as well acknowledge it. At least, it wouldn’t make her feel even worse about him.
“Thank you.” Unexpectedly, the Holy Lady was not enraged. She asked, “May I know why a foreign Mage has come to the territory of the Frostwolf Clan and, specifically, the ice palace of the Water G.o.ddess?”
“I would like to visit the Well of Eternity, and I’m told that it requires your permission.”
“It indeed does.” The Holy Lady nodded. “Come in.”
She walked in the lead, and Roland closely followed her.
The ice palace was very huge, but only moderately decorated.
There was nothing except some wooden furniture as well as bookshelves.
The Holy Lady invited Roland to sit down on a colorful blanket. She sat cross-legged and said, “The Well of Eternity is a creature of the Water G.o.ddess. As a believer of the Life G.o.ddess and the Winterwolf Holy Lady, I have the right to decide everything about the Well of Eternity. So, my foreign Mage friend, what can you do for the Frostwolf Clan?”
Wait!
Roland instantly noticed something wrong.
“As a member of the Frostwolf Clan who lives in the ice palace of the Water G.o.ddess, you believe in the Life G.o.ddess and call yourself the Winterwolf Holy Lady? Shouldn’t you be the Frostwolf Holy Lady? This seems rather random.”
“Not random at all.” The Winterwolf Holy Lady chuckled. “The Life G.o.ddess, the Water G.o.ddess, and the Winterwolf do not forbid their believers to wors.h.i.+p other deities. Also, it’s said that those G.o.ddesses are very close.”
So that was the case.
Seeing that Roland thought it through, the Winterwolf Holy Lady continued, “The Frostwolf Clan doesn’t want to add to other people’s trouble, but the Well of Eternity is really special to us. If any visitor comes to see it or drink water from it, it will be impossible for us to entertain them, So we set up a rule a long time ago. Whoever wants to go to the Well of Eternity must make contributions to the Frostwolf Clan first.”
A quest to raise Friendliness first. I’m no stranger to that.
Roland was rather relieved. He was not afraid of outrageous demands; he was only afraid of no demands.
If they didn’t give him a chance, Roland could only try to sneak to the Well of Eternity using other means.
But up till now, he didn’t know where the Well of Eternity was.
He might as well as hear the Winterwolf Holy Lady’s demand first.
“I understand, Your Holiness. Then what should I do? Fight for you or clear some obstacles for you?”
The Winterwolf Holy Lady covered her mouth and chuckled. “That’s unnecessary. The Frostwolf Clan is the strongest fighting clan in the whole world. We’re second to none in terms of fighting.”
That was true. The guards at the city gate alone had indicated the terrifying combat ability of the Frostwolf Clan.
“Then what do you need?”
“We need a cultural feast that can brighten our moods.”
“Huh?” Roland was rather confused.
The Winterwolf Holy Lady explained, “Sebastian, our great ancestor, once said that fighting and killing are illusionary, and that only the sublimation of the mind is eternal. Beautiful poems and songs can save the Frostwolf Clan from the swamp of fighting.”
“I see. You want me to throw a music concert for you?”
The Winterwolf Holy Lady nodded. “That’s one way to look at it. We’ve invited lots of bards, but their poetry and music are really unsatisfactory. We’re already bored of the cla.s.sic epics, but their new works are all dirty songs. We aren’t happy to listen to them.”
Speaking of a music concert… the Vienna Opera Company made of players shouldn’t be a problem.
Roland thought for a moment and said, “I know a very good opera group who’s best at orchestra. I can ask them to perform here. However, the problem is that they’re in Hollevin, and it will take at least two months for them to come to the Froststar Kingdom.”
“What is the name of the opera group that you mentioned?”
The Winterwolf Holy Lady’s eyes were glittering.
“The Vienna Opera Company.”
Hardly had Roland finished when the Winterwolf Holy Lady suddenly rose and took off her white robe, revealing her s.e.xy ropes again.