Chapter 42
The Kingmaker’s rooms were modest tucked away in the palace. The Kingmaker had a resting chamber, her small dining room joined with a small study room. The walls were bare, unpainted, and with a rough safe; the floor was tiled with a dark dull tiles. Torch didn’t expect the Kingmaker will lead such a simple life. Torch found the Kingmaker waiting for him. She sat on a chair with both her hands on a Moonstone sword that had laid on her lap. Torch stopped at the door, he met the Kingmaker’s eyes which were already sizing him up. Up closer, the Kingmaker was shorter, about five feet five with a round face, gray hair tied into a bun, and cold gray eyes. Those eyes were flaming cold. On the neck, the Power Artifact, it shined faintly; it was blue like a sky on Daylight. “Where did you find
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