Estra was distraught. She hugged herself on the floor with tears streaming down her face. Her grief was flooding the bond created by their tract, causing Dink to sigh in pity. Murkuk walked to Estra’s side to awkwardly pat her on the shoulder in an attempt to fort her. She fli his rough touch.

  “Tribe… war… difficult. I fight,” Murkuk said in broken on. He pledged his service to her.

  This anguish… it’s parable to the turmoil I felt after having my ruck from the history books. Now, no one will speak my loud. Even the mention of my title results in spit on the floor before uttering a curse. The decree will likely have a simir effe Estra’s House members. It’s likely that only her closest family members sympathise with her as. Her father may even be pressured into exiling her. All because of an rown child throwing his toys out of the cot. It seems I must go teach Chazrianners.

  Dink lip curled into a sneer of pt. He fluidly drew his sword from his back. The screech of steel broke the silence among the crowd, the onlookers retreated at the murderous fury on his face. Axion pushed through the crowd to intercept his path, his expression was solemn. He leaned heavily on the geous cat-girl while he recovered from their fight earlier.

  “Think carefully, Dink. Chazrick became a magus turies ago. You may have caught him by surprise earlier with your draic bloodline. But now that he’s aware of it, he won’t be pying by the rules anymore. He’s a devious bastard, Madame Celeste once ordered me to throw him out for harassing the girls. I found out he’s much more talented in elling magic the hard way. It didn’t end well for me. My experimental mana tattoos were applied as a st resort to save my life. It’s far too easy tet he’s not an attuned when he loves bullying everyoh his fists,” Axion said.

  “Chazrick’s not the first magus I’ve fronted. I’ve dealt with worse before,” Dink replied. He pushed into Axion, who stepped aside to allow him to pass.

  Dink tieadily toward the door, sniffing the air for Chazrick’s st. He discovered a slightly reptilian odour leading deep into the maze of hallways. As Died the room, Axion called out once more.

  “Wait, Dink. I don’t think you have. I reise your skill, but you’re still only a goblin. The Are Academy doesn’t jeopardise mages of Chazrick’s calibre by bei into the expanding woods. There’s no way you’ve entered someone like him before,” Axion said. Dink stopped before turning toward him.

  “You uimate me. I’ve never ehe expanding woods. Now, if you’re finished. I have some elf-ears to collect to craft my woman a pretty neckce,” Dink replied, hefting his sword with a bloodthirsty grin.

  Axiretfully shook his head before making his way back through the crowd toward the grievira. He roared toward the spectatathered around to watch her misery.

  “What are you all gaping at? This is the House of Worldly Delight, you satisfy any of your deepest desires if you have the . That doesn’t mean you stand around grabbing your cocks watg a girl cry for free. Fuck off!” Axion shouted.

  Dink couldn’t help but chuckle at his outburst, shaking his head with a wry smirk. His expression became grim as he turo resume his exit. He quickly isoted the st of reptile among the csh of heady aromas used to mask the odour of sweat on the noble’s side of the building. Dink followed the smell through expansive corridors until he discovered furniture strewn across the hallway.

  He stopped as his witched, deteg a familiar aroma. Dink crouched down to sniff around a gold-framed oil painting discarded on the floor. He reached out to touch a mysterious substan the carpeted floor, lifting it up to iigate. His face twisted in disgust, wiping it off his hand ohick rug.

  I don’t believe this. I’m going to make Chazrick pay for this. He stopped to have a rebound fu the middle of the hallway after just beied. Of course, he had to stroke his wounded ego to prove that he’s still a man. Wait, I reise the woman’s st, they left in opposite dires. It’s Madame Sharan. Why am I not surprised? The prince would be her ideal tele, after all. Time to go find the satisfied er before he decides to leave.

  A feminine shriek caused Dink to recoil in surprise. He turo iigate the disturbance. A pompously dressed male good with powdered makeup on his face. The gnome was wearing a yered skirt with a permed blonde wig on his head. The frightened gnome hurriedly fled after Dink directed his attention toward him, quickly disappearing around the er.

  Why was that gnome dressed like a woman? He didn’t look like he worked here. The tastes of the wealthy never cease to amaze me. Each to their own, I guess.

  Dink ughed quietly to himself before his demeanour turned sombre once more. Without further dey, he resumed his hunt. He entered many more wealthy patrons as he navigated through the House of Worldly Delight. All of them fled after seeing a goblin stalking through the halls with bared steel resting on his shoulder.

  It didn’t take too long before Dink arrived at an opulent closed door. This was where the prince’s st led to. Madame Sharan’s aroma had retly joi. The smell of her flowery perfume masked the musk of sex. He reached out aed the knob, disc that it was locked.

  “How unfortu seems there will be a wito the assassination of Prince Chazrick. Pity,” Dink sarcastically muttered to himself, grinning wickedly.

  Without hesitation, he raised his bastard sword. He reversed his grip, then smmed the hilt into the weakest point of the heavy door. The lock shattered as the heavy wooden door swung open amid a shower of splinters. Ianding in the middle of the foyer rince Chazrid Madame Sharan engaged in versation only moments earlier. The pair of lovers looked toward the door in surprise. They were holding luggage as green light engulfed them.

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