34. The Dragon Blood

In an extremely careful manner, squires were polishing their masters’ armors at the foot of the inner baileys. Black Wings were practicing their swords skills and advancing their own special talents. The back of the inn was not as crowded as its usually was since the prince had rented it out, leaving only the front bar open during its usual business hours.

“Hugo!” Thorn rushed out into the inn’s backyard and called out, pacing across the earthy ground quickly, unbuttoning his tight boiled-leather jacket.

“Bring Hugo to me. I’ll wait for him in the counsel room,” he ordered one of the nearby archers of the Black Wings, who was as lanky as a twig, “And tell the owner to drive all the customers out, this place is locking down.” He took a sack of gold out of his leather jacket and tossed it over to the archer.

“Aye.” The archer bowed and moved off like a whoosh of wind.

The dragon prince was irritable. His hunches were always correct, and at that moment, he had a terrible foreboding feeli