Chapter 144
It took Anfey a minute to process what he was seeing when he first saw Moramatch . It was a large town with a lot of houses, but the houses were all of different sizes . Some houses were short and small, barely seven feet tall, while others were tall . The difference was striking and made the city looked very ugly .
This, however, did not come as a surprise . A human of normal height would build taller, bigger houses . Dwarves and gnomes, who were generally less than three foot tall, built the smaller, shorter houses .
Anfey remembered listening to a traveling minstrel’s songs when he was still in Sacred City . The main character of the story was a human hero who was well liked by every race . He was welcomed by the dwarves, who gave the hero one of their best weapons . The hero commented on how well made the weapon was and waved the weapon around . The dwarves lauded the hero for his work for the world . The hero lounged in the home of the dwarf leader and was treated like a royalty . There was a fruitless love story, as well .
He had to admit, though, there was a huge difference between the story and real life . The house was too low for a man to straighten his back in, let along wave around a weapon . Even though the dwarves were well known for crafting weapons, Anfey had never actually seen a dwarf-made weapon . Stories tended to use humans as their focus, and all the other races existed to serve and assist the human hero . That was likely why dwarves would waste precious materials to craft weapons suitable for humans, then hide the weapon away until a certain hero appeared . They wasted precious materials and countless hours just so they could wait for the human hero .
Staying with the dwarves must have been even more boring . The dwarves must have small beds, and it must have taken half a dozen beds to make one bed suitable for a human . Having a love affair with a dwarf woman was even more unthinkable . Anfey imagined himself holding Shally, and shuddered at the thought .
"What’s wrong?" Suzanna asked him .
Thank god she couldn’t read his mind! Thankfully everyone had the right to keep their thoughts away from the world . If Suzanna learned what Anfey was thinking, she would not waste time asking him what was wrong .
"Nothing," Anfey said . "I just thought about how much work we have to do . "
"What are you worrying about? You won’t actually have to work . " Suzanna grinned at him .
Steel was forged under pressure . Experience, strength, and wits came from practice and time . Insensitivity was something that came with time, as well . The first time Suzanna held hands with Anfey, she was blushing and flustered . Later, when they were talking and stargazing, Suzanna found herself stumbling over her own words . Now they were holding hands, but Suzanna was acting much more natural .
Suzanna also could feel that Anfey would often stare at her feet . That was why Suzanna took off her boots after the two of them went to Anfey’s carriage . Women would not only dress to impress their lovers, sometimes they would undress to impress them .
"There are a lot of things other than physical work," Anfey said . Suzanna’s hand was soft and gentle in his hand . It was hard to imagine such a gentle hand could bring about so much destruction .
"Anfey, can I come in?" Christian knocked on the carriage and asked .
"No," Anfey said .
"What are you doing?" Suzanna asked hurriedly . She rolled her eyes at Anfey . Not letting Christian inside right now meant that there would be rumors saying they were doing something inappropriate . "Christian, come in," Suzanna called . She drew her hand back and covered her feet with her dress .
"What should I do about you two?" Christian asked, smiling . "Anfey, we’re about to enter the town . "
"Wait in here, Suzanna," Anfey said . "You’re our trump card . "
Suzanna nodded and smiled sweetly . She did not care for other’s adoration, but Anfey wasn't just anyone .
Anfey climbed out of the carriage . Feller, who was driving the carriage, moved over to make space for him . Anfey observed the town carefully . Perhaps it was because the caravan was too large, no one tried to stop them . There were shadows in the houses, as if the residents were observing them .
"Christian, tell Black Eleven to keep his men outside of the city . We’re going in by ourselves," Anfey said .
Christian nodded in response .
The caravan split into two . Half a dozen carriages entered the city, while the rest stayed behind . They found a clearing not far from the town . Under an old tree was a large bell . Clearly this was where the leader of the town called the residents together for meetings .
"Feller, sound the bell," Anfey ordered .
"No one would reply," Feller argued .
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