Chapter 1001 - Unusual Stone Fragment (1/2)

Chapter 1001: Unusual Stone Fragment

Translator: TransN Editor: TransN

Buffeted by wind and snow, Azima crossed the street and entered the Castle District.

Although it was strange to send for her at this hour of the night, as Azima trusted Wendy, she had agreed to follow her to the castle. Meanwhile, she had left Doris behind, who had insisted on coming with her.

This way, she could keep her friend out of trouble in case anything happened.

Shivering under her clothes, Azima held herself tightly as she reached the castle gate.

“Are you cold?” Wendy glanced at her smilingly. “Don’t worry. You’ll soon need to take off your coat once you get in.”

Hang on… take off?

Is His Majesty planning to…

“Please enter, Ms. Wendy.” While Azima was still in a shock, the gate slowly opened and the guard ushered them in. “His Majesty is in the study. I’m afraid I have to stop here as I still have duties to attend to.”

“Thank you.” Wendy nodded. She held Azima’s hand and led her into the castle.

In a split second, wisps of warm air drove all the coldness away.

So… this is the heating system.

Although Azima knew that the castle was equipped with a brand new heating system and thus did not require wood heating, the actual experience was still very impressive.

The servants in the castle were all wearing light clothes. She could see people wearing shirts and dresses everywhere. At one corner of the dining room, she even spied some barefoot witches running across the hall on the carpeted floor. The castle was as warm as summer. Awestruck by the luxurious living conditions in the castle, Azima started to suspect that Roland was probably just a hopeless hedonist.

“He just built Neverwinter for his own pleasure!” Azima thought to herself.

Wendy, on the other hand, had already taken off her coat. She winked at Azima and said, “You’ll start sweating if you keep your coat on. Plus, It’s freezing out there. You’ll catch a cold if you go back out all sweaty.”

“O-OK.”

Azima unbuttoned her coat in a stiff manner. She peered down at her chest. Her chest was not flat by any means, but it was obviously incomparable to Wendy’s prodigious bosom.

If His Majesty really intended to seek out pleasures of the flesh… Azima believed she should be the last person Roland would think of.

With self-mockery, Azima followed Wendy to the third floor and into the lord’s study.

“Your Majesty, Azima is here.”

“Your Majesty.”

Azima bowed. She surveyed the people in the room out of the corner of her eyes, finally rested her gaze on the gray-haired man behind the desk.

Azima suddenly realized that the man opposite her was the King of Graycastle. She only had a glimpse of him at the banquet. At the time, she had still been working for the Sleeping Spell. Now that she had the opportunity to have a close look at the king, she was astonished at how young he appeared.

Azima doubted that a person under 30 was capable of defeating all his siblings, ascending the throne, uprooting the church, and conquering all the other kingdoms.