Chapter 128: Nobility
The atmosphere was feverish in the tavern which had all its windows tightly shut.
There were only a few patrons. Everyone whispered to each other albeit excitedly. All the booze in the air could make anyone’s olfactory senses go crazy.
The silver crucifix adorning the wall was not present in the tavern a while back.
I sunk into one of the chairs and crossed my legs.
The quiet sound of the clock ticking. You could sense slight gloominess in the voices of the intoxicated customers.
The night is coming.
Apparently, it has been two years now since those words invoked dread in people.
The crucifix put up in the tavern, the water trickling around it and the tightly shut door are all byproducts of that fear.
Continuing to survive as nothing but a heart buried in the ground was not all that painful. I could not even feel pain.