Chapter 618 (2/2)

After she left with the guard, Nightingale stepped out of the Mist and said, “Her last sentence is a lie.”

“Uhm, I know.” Roland twitched his mouth and said. “She isn’t a good liar, and that explains why she was forced by the tavern owner.”

“For the kid?”

“The owner must know that it was Prince Gerald Wimbledon who took her away. He was also clear about what would happen to the kid if Timothy found out the truth. To protect the kid she had with Gerald, she had to do what the owner wanted. I’d guess that’s probably the case.”

“Do you need me to investigate it for you?” Nightingale asked.

Roland stared at Nightingale for a long time and then summoned up a meaningful smile gradually curl his lips. He said, “Are you worried that I’m planning to bury this secret forever like Timothy? Relax, I won’t harm innocent people. Even the family members of Duke Ryan are still under a house arrest in City of Neverwinter.”

A feudal ruler would spare no one in his enemy’s family but Roland did not like this idea of collective punishment, let alone killing a bastard child of a civilian woman, who apparently was not a threat to the throne.

“No matter what you say, I’ll carry out your commands,” Nightingale said slowly.

“I see. Well… give me a massage now,” Roland took her hand and placed it on his shoulder and said.

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Olivia went back to her wooden cabin which was built for immigrants. Her footsteps woke up the sleeping baby.

“Wah-wah-wah.”

The baby cried.

The tavern owner’s wife immediately started to shout in the next room. “Damn it, make him shut up! Otherwise, I’ll put him down in the toilet and dump him into Soundless River!”

“I, I’m sorry. I’ll quiet him down right away.”

Neglecting the coolness of the night in Deepvalley Town, Olivia hurriedly took off her dirt-stained dress and held the baby in her arms. The baby instantly pressed close to her, skillfully searching for the nipple.

She finally let out a sigh of relief.

She felt lucky, as she was right about the tavern owner who had not come back yet.

Since they left Coldwind Ridge, he had become more and more ill-tempered. He spent most of his time in the local taverns and gambling houses, and seldom touched her. That was why Olivia had the chance to slip out of the cabin in the evening to ask Gerald’s younger brother for help.

She did not dare to tell Roland that she had a child with Gerald or to go to the Western Region which was under complete control of the king. She was afraid that His Majesty would not want this child to exist. When that happened, she would be unable to protect her child anymore.

Olivia gently touched the baby’s head. In the dim moonlight, she could see gray hair on his head, which was the feature of the Wimbledon family.

She felt it was a great pity that Gerald had not got the chance to meet his own child. She had not known that she was pregnant with the prince’s child until she had received his letter in Coldwind Ridge.

After being fed, the baby happily hummed and fell asleep again.

Olivia lowered her head to kiss the baby on his forehead.

She made up her mind to raise him up alone, no matter what she had to sacrifice.