Chapter 557, Sorrow (4000 words)

“That King Slayer would come to this tavern? Are you joking with me?”

Knight colt panted slightly and raised his head to look at the surrounding streets.

The streets of Norland were completely different from the streets of the capital of the Frost Kingdom. The streets of the Frost Kingdom would have no problems even if one rode on a warhorse and ran wildly.

However, the speed of riding on a horse on Nolan’s streets was much slower than walking.

“There are too many damn city people!”

“Trust my ‘sense of smell’, that King Slayer is here! His body has been sprinkled with special spices, only this tavern has it.”

A hunchbacked man said to Knight Colt.

“Spice? If there’s such a chance, why didn’t Prince Slekov let you poison his cup?”

Knight colt gathered the men he had recruited from the Frost Kingdom, complaining that his superior had done something unnecessary.