The Queen Isn't Really Worth Much

It was already evening when Roland returned from the cemetery to the Wild Horse Tavern.

Since the queen's captivity was over and the curfew had been lifted, the streets were still full of merchants and pedestrians even now that it was nearing night, and there seemed to be a few more drinkers in the Wild Horse Tavern.

It was also much noisier.

Roland went up to the second floor and into the room under the watchful eyes of a large group of people.

Husseret had returned to the room. He was bragging with the group of friends, and when he saw Roland, he patted the chair beside him and said, "Sit down and have a drink first, I have something to tell you."

Downing a sweet glass of wine, Roland felt that his dry throat was much more comfortable. "All right, go ahead."

At this moment, the voices of the other close friends chatting lower, subconsciously not wanting to disturb the two of them.