Book 4: Chapter 35
The sun had yet to come up but the carnival-atmosphere was over. Other than the sporadic fire, the city was silent. While the people doing business on the streets as well as food stores were in operation, there were few customers. Even the chef was snoring next to the fire. It was the first time Nier and I trotted around in the city on her horses. We took two horses while there weren’t many people and swiftly made our way through the streets.
Atop her horse and while bearing the cold whistling wind, Nier shouted loudly to me: “Your majesty, what exactly do you want to do?”
I gave an ambiguous reply: “You’ll know when we get there.”
We turned multiple times through the streets and finally stopped in front of an inn. The lights were still on at the inn and they were still open. However, the sound of dishes and cups being moved around was now absent. Nier and I dismounted and then entered the inn. Inside were unconscious young people and even people dressed in guards’ uniforms. I wasn’t paying attention to the guards right now, but the boss wiping the cups.
“I am prince Troy Galadriel Rosvenor. Have you prepared what I asked for?”
I looked at him. He looked like a very hale and hearty elder. He silently nodded and pointed to his rear. Normally speaking, cheap wine is packaged in large barrels before being delivered so behind the inn is a courtyard for unloaded goods. There should be a four-row heavy horse carriage like the church’s there right now.
“Thank you.”
I nodded and then threw down a gold coin. The boss silently took the coin and then suddenly asked me: “Your majesty, do you really have to take action against the church?”
“Do I look like I’m joking to you?” I revealed a cold smile and continued, “People say that old army veterans can’t stand what the church does. Further, the one who came looking for me last time was an old army veteran. I think that you’d all be thankful for what I’m doing, right?”