Chapter 83: Request

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A few days passed since the events in the Midwinter Town, the road to Agbata was finally opened.

Albin rode his favorite horse, a chestnut. Even that didn't change his mood. He never liked this city; the people were too hospitable. It was unusually for him to be treated that way. In other parts, people feared sorcerers. Here, they were a normal thing.

The massive entrance greeted him. The stone walls stood there as far as he could remember. A guardsman was there, wrapped in a fur cloak, snow was falling on his head and neck. He lifted up his head. In his long mustache traces of ice could be seen. The second patrol post was empty, the sorcerer concluded, the second guardsman must be on a break. The guardsman nodded.

A young woman passed by, caring a child, the guardsman looked at her backside and firm breasts. He did not notice that the sorcerer was still there, waiting.

"Look at the cleavage on that," he said to himself