83 Assassin or Ambassador (1/2)
The stars in the sky of Emir were nonexistent, as between us arose puffs of gray clouds. Those balls of cotton like clouds seen during sunny days changed into streams of gray the color of ash and soot. They concealed the sky, hiding the full moon in its full glory behind them. The moon tried to shine its light on the kingdom but the clouds stretched over the sky, giving it a smoky ominous feel. The breeze was cooler and fresher which had the wetness of the afternoon rain.
Meanwhile, in a mansion situated in the district where most of the nobles live, a fat man sitting before the dining table contained various colors of food and delicacies. At the far end of the table another man sipping wine and looking at the fat man who munching on the food.
”Brother Sander you can eat slowly you know. Nobody's gonna take your food away”
The fat man, Sander momentarily stopped eating and gulped the wine in one go
”It has been a tough week Lennard, the only happiness to me is the food” Sander said as he wiped his mouth with silk cloth beside him.
”Yes I've noticed, what are you up to Brother?”
”Don't you see your lords are going to discuss something important?” Sander shouted at the maids and guards in the dining room as they quickly bowed and left the room leaving behind Sander and Lennard.
”I and some of the ministers were discussing about the future of Emir”
Hearing Sander talking like he cares about the kingdom made Lennard frown
”You mean deciding who's gonna take the throne right?” said while taking another sip from the cup.
”Potayto, Potahto but here's the thing if the rebel leader alone killed that monster Hedor, we ministers and nobles would have killed him or put him in the jail along with his buddies with the help of mercenaries” Lennard saw the concerning look on Sander's face.
”But?”
”But all that time till his rebellion he was not alone. He got help from the king of Everlight HECK! Where the hell is Everlight and who the hell is he?”
Sander punched the dining table and some glassware shattered when they hit the ground.
Lennard didn't mind Sander's tantrum as he took another sip from the wine
”I thought he was someone from the cold moon palace or Ariel House when I saw him controlling the explosion like it's a child's play ”
”Most of us did think like that but apparently he was the one helping the rebels all along and past two weeks his people are preaching about him and giving money to those peasants” Sander said.
”Not to mention the dwarves, they seemed nothing like slaves” When mentioning the dwarves Sander saw a glimpse of desire appear in Lennard's eyes for a second.
”It seems you have a soft spot for dwarven slaves Lennard” Sander said with a grin.
”Yes but I'm not an idiot to provoke a mysterious person like him by trying to steal his slaves. Also, I tried to get info on Everlight or this king but I couldn't find anything I think he's from another Empire”
”I don't give a damn where he's from but it became clear he's also going for the throne seeing his people running around the kingdom preaching and helping the peasants” Lennard could clearly see the frustration and anger Sander has for this so-called king of Everlight.
”As far as I know he's already got the trust of the peasants and the soldiers by saving their families from the explosions, however...” Seeing a grin on Lennard's face while he's drinking the wine, Sander became excited about what's on Lennard's mind.
”Having the peasants and soldiers on his side is not enough, he needs us he needs every minister and noble in the kingdom to claim the throne and clearly he doesn't have anyone of us by his side”
”How do you know?” Sander asked with curiosity.
”I have my sources Brother”
”Alright, I won't ask about your sources. We need to gather more information about this king before we do anything but whatever we do we have to do it faster before him taking any move towards us ”
While speaking Sander stood up from his chair and yawned.
”Yes absolutely, I've done my best to stop the news of King Hedor's death from leaking to other kingdoms or those vultures would have come waging war”
”Good it's better to face one king rather than a bunch of them. Alright, we'll speak about this in the morning, Good night Lennard” After finishing his dinner and discussion with Lennard, Sander went to his bedroom.
There was no work in the night for Sander, and just like him most people went to bed early either with a full belly or empty belly. He had previously taken advantage of his position as a minister and having fun with maids or dancers from the 'RedHouse'. However these days Sander had no mood for anything other than planning to take the throne to himself.
After a hard work of taking the steps to the second floor, Sander reached his bedroom on the far side of the floor.