Chapter 29. Life Is But a Dream

CYRUS

Two years ago. City of Ardiz, Europa.

Loud cackles of laughter topple the sounds of instruments blasting through the air. Tales of drunks and whores fill the space as an intense stink of sweat and rum mix to make the abode warmer in contrast to the chilly fog outside.

Since all times of day are graced with gloomy clouds in recent times, and it is difficult to ascertain what hour of the day it is, a yellowish hue is maintained in the room by numerous lanterns placed at every lamppost, corner, and table.

“The silence is deafening! Of all places in the world, the tavern is the quietest, believe me!” Felix’s voice booms out, his face brimming with smiles. His short, curly blonde hair is wet and shiny, having absorbed a good amount of sweat from his oblong face.

“This is the place to be, Cyrus, where men drink away their worries,” he continues, his chiseled jaw dancing as he moves his mouth foolishly. I readjust myself on the high stool where I’m sitti