Chapter 108: Autocratic Fate Part 4 (1/2)
Calve Hill’s face showed a trace of interest in his smile, “Duke Minas has been repeatedly recommending a person. The Duke has hailed him as his most distinguished disciple. He has also been with the Duke for the longest time even though half of the time he works as the personal chef for the Duke…”
The Emperor of Lance was getting displeased, “Calve Hill, are you… referring to the rabbit general, Ruhr who is famous with his escape skills?”
Calve Hill smiled. When he smiled, his eyes would emit a sense of warmth, “Your Majesty, could you believe that Ruhr’s skills are not limited only to escape.”
When the palace gate was opened, a few servants who wore grey linen robes bowed respectfully and stood on both sides. Calve Hill slowly walked out from the gate and stood on the thirtieth staircase quietly for a quarter of an hour.
The old sage looked upon the sky. The dark clouds gathered. There were raindrops slowly falling down. The gloomy weather seemed to be filled with a taste of death…
“Finally, he has made his choice today…”
Calve Hill’s face no longer had that peaceful look when he faced the old emperor. His eyes shone faintly, “Could it… be too late for now. Hum!”
In the sparse rain, Calve Hill slowly stepped down from the stairs. A tall and lean person immediately brought a large black-clothed umbrella to shelter Calve Hill from the rain.
Calve Hill slowly moved forward. The person who held the umbrella for him silently followed. Despite the rain hitting her own body, she seemed to be unaware of it.
The girl who was holding an umbrella and walked with a stagerred pace, her legs seemed to have a disability, and half of her face was covering with an Iron Mask. The other half of her face showed an extreme indifferent expression with a flirtatious purple pupil that quietly watched at the back of Calves Hill.
The woman was Sylvia.
There was a carriage parked in front of the palace. The driver opened the door and then Calve Hill went into the carriage. He turned back as if he had just noticed Sylvia.
The rain was getting heavier. Calve Hill was sitting in the car while Sylvia was standing in the rain. She looked at Calve Hill with her purple eyes for a moment. Her purple hair and her shoulder-cloth were wet in the rainfall. Finally, Calve Hill sighed.
“You are back?”
“I am back.”
“Is everything over?”
“It has ended. I have paid… for what I owe.”
Calve Hill nodded, “How is that guy?”
Sylvia opened her mouth and said coldly, “He is still weak.”
Calve Hill seemed to be very satisfied with the answer, “Tomorrow you go to Odin, the thing that I want must be done.”
Then, Calve Hill seemed to have lost interest in talking. He closed the carriage door. The horse-drawn carriage was slowly driven away.
Calve Hill finally sighed, his face eventually revealing the exhausted demeanor of an aged man.
He drew a soft, dry blanket under the seat to cover his knees and then leaned wearily at his seat.
The sage sighed.
“Ah… why is it so difficult to find a good dictator? Kontos…” “I thought he was the best candidate, but… but…” Calve Hill shook his head and quietly whispered.