Chapter 127: Rumenshire

The sun was climbing up from the Eastern horizon, sending rays of red throughout the continent of Ervilia. The Elesborg forest, a forest bordered and shared by three nations of the Confederation, was not an exception.

Two horses, one black and one white, raced through the trees and shrubs of the jungle. Both of the steeds were far from being regular ones. They were magical beasts whose size were considerably larger than ordinary horse, Senhorses. They were extremely expensive horses capable of being raised and used by the most richest of Noble Houses.

But it was not their size that made them extraordinary, it was their superior speed. Combined with their high mass, they were a force to be reckoned with when they charge at their enemies. Their momentum was enough to send more humans flying across the ranks.

Both of these stallions were properties of the Royal family of Nemphis. These two creatures belonged to none other than the 'horde' that was pulling the Royal emerald carriage of Nemphis.

On the dark one, rode the demonically handsome Adrian Darkheart, who was now wearing a new set of clothes- a hooded robe, pants and shoes- all black of course.

On the other hand, on the white horse sat an alluring beauty. Even though her black hair and brown eyes could be found everywhere, she would stand out even amongst the one one with rarer traits.

"Sis." Adrian looked to his right. "Why are you so quiet?"

Rosalyn, the occupant of the other horse, kept her lips sealed. Her eyes were still ahead while her brows were lightly knitted.

"Sis." He called.

"Sis."

"Sis."

"Sis."

"Sis."

She finally answered, or questioned to be precise, "What?" She was still facing forward. Her brows furrowed further.

"Are you angry?" He smiled.

"No."

"You are."

"No." Her brows kept knitting.

"You are."

"Yes!" She finally looked at him with a scowl. "Do you have any idea what I had to go through since that incident?"

"Yes, I know." He said.

Tears escaped her eyes as she bit her lips. "You don't. *Sniff*"

She looked ahead again before wiping the tears off her face.

"Hyah!"

Her horse trotted ahead, leaving the black clothed youth and the black horse behind.

Adrian shrugged as he went on, not bothering to increase the pace.

Night. The sky was clear of clouds. Moon shone brightly on the continent.

They had finally reached their destination.

The city of Rumenshire, the capital of the Kingdom of Kraten.

The Kingdom of Kraten was the third country attached to the Elesborg forest, after Aurgoth and Darkshore. They had to journey for more than a day to reach the country's capital which was at its centre.

Though it was midnight, the city had yet to go to sleep.

Two hooded figures walked through the market crowd. The smell of exotic spices seeped through their nostril along with the fragrance of tens of perfume.

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Rugs were arranged on stalls. Either consciously or accidentally, their hands would touch it, feeling the fibrous but relaxing textures.

Hawkers were shouting, promoting their goods. Their speeches could be heard clearly even through the gossiping crowd in the marketplace.

Though the place was quite interesting, they had visited better places before. And none of them were fond of keeping souvenirs. One of them, if anything, was fond of leaving behind chaos and destruction, taking only the anarchic memories of that place.

Soon, they were out of the market place, into the traveler's region where there was all sorts of inns, taverns, gambling houses and even secret brothels. Even though there was a red light district in the city, this place was many times shadier.

Adrian selected a random inn- which was not extravagant, nor dirt cheap. It was something in between, somewhere anyone could mix in.

The moment they stepped past the inn gate, the chattering of a crowd hit their ears. Though the inn was not that large, it was filled to the brim.

She wanted to say they should pick another inn but hesitated a bit before deciding to stay quiet.

Adrian went to the busty receptionist, who was gossiping with a middle aged man, laughing occasionally.

"Hey." Adrian greeted, removing his hood- showing his ever-handsome face.

The woman who looked as if she were in her late thirties broke away from the man and faced him, putting her elbow on the desk. Her abyssal cleavage came into his view. "Hey, hey." Her voice was bewitching, enough to give a common man an erection.

Adrian put a charming smile on his face. "I was wondering if I could get a room for tonight?"

The middle aged man scowled. "We are out-"

"Sure!" The middle aged woman chimed in, giving the man a warning look.

She then looked towards a burly man standing at the door. "George!" She shouted, attracting the attention of the man.

"Clear room number 13, now!" She ordered before looking at the still smiling youth.

"Anything else?" She bowed down a bit.

"Send dinner to our room." He said.

"Of course." She leaned forward even more. "Anything more? We have special services."

Adrian could see her everything through that wide cleavage of hers.

"Sure." He pointed at the other hooded figure just behind him. "Send a few men if you could. My friend here, she needs something special. Remember, she is extremely thirsty."

"Nonononono." Rosalyn aggressively shook her head. Salty sweat drenched her entire body.

"What?" He raised his brow. "You don't want to? I thought you need some pleasure to clear your mind."

"Definitely not!" She took a step back. "I don't need anything."

Adrian looked back at the receptionist and leaned forward onto the desk. He took his mouth closer to her right ear; his nose grazed it, tinting even the veteran's cheek red. He whispered something into her ear.

Both Rosalyn behind and the middle aged man sitting before the desk frowned. None of them were liking where it was going.

The woman's cheeks got redder and redder with every word he spoke, even her breathing got heavier.

He stood straight again. He had yet to lose his smile. "Understood?"

She gulped, still not being to compose herself. "Ye… yes." She stuttered.

"Good." He turned back to Rosalyn.

"Let's go."

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