Amber Sword-Chapter 613 - 55 Scenes: King of the Underground (6)(2nd Update)_2
Roman was knocked dizzy, but she was very curious — she immediately covered her forehead, got up, and ran out the door to ask the two Angels outside what had happened. The two Angels naturally said they knew nothing, and in the end, the Merchant Lady got the correct news from the innkeeper.
The mine experienced an Earthquake.
Roman blinked and, after carefully considering what exactly an Earthquake was, became immediately worried. She thought for a moment, then solemnly made a decision:
"I need to find Brand."
She said seriously to the two Angels, "You come with me."
"Miss Roman, the master would not agree to such a thing," the first Angel replied.
"The master’s orders are that you must stay in this inn until he returns and not wander around," the second Angel stated more directly.
"Besides, you see, we are all fine now, which means the master is not in any trouble," the first Angel urged.
However, Roman sternly said, "Brand is fine now, so we need to go help him. He might be trapped underground!" 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
If Brand knew that Little Roman would fulfill this prophecy, he would probably give her a good lesson, teaching this Merchant Lady that if you know you are a Crow’s Beak, you should not speak recklessly.
But unfortunately, he didn’t know, so our Merchant Lady still seemed very lively for the time being.
However, her whimsical idea did not gain the approval of the two Angels. They both shook their heads, unanimously believing that Miss Roman’s thoughts would be more promising if used in more meaningful fields—like writing fairy tales or something.
Rejected and knowing she was no match for them, Miss Roman was not discouraged. In fact, she didn’t even seem to know what discouragement meant.
Before long, the two dutiful Angels heard shouting coming from the room.
With the intention of preventing any unforeseen events, they rushed into the room but saw Little Roman dressed in a long purple dress, rolling around on the bed with her head buried under the blankets—like a child throwing a tantrum.
As if sensing the two of them rush in, she lifted a corner of the blanket, secretly looking outside with puffed cheeks and said:
"I want to go to the mine—"
The subtext in her constantly rolling eyes was: otherwise, I’ll make a fuss for you—
The two Angels glanced at each other, shrugged their shoulders, and left the room without saying a word. After this happened two or three times, they gradually learned to ignore the ladies’ odd behaviors.
"The Lord told us to learn not to be surprised by strange things. It seems to be quite sensible," the first Angel said to his companion when hearing the Merchant Lady start rolling on the floor inside the room for the umpteenth time.
"The Lord is always far-sighted. It’s clear he knows Miss Roman very well," the second Angel nodded.
"The Lord likes Miss Roman a lot," the two Angels finally concluded.
But what they didn’t know was that at this time, the Merchant Lady, full of odd ideas, was changing her clothes. When she noticed that Brand’s two ’hated subordinates’ had finally become indifferent to everything she did and wouldn’t enter the room no matter what noise she made, she showed a triumphant smile like a little fox—methodically starting to implement her plan.
She put on the common traveler’s outfit, wearing a pair of very puffy pumpkin pants, and below them were pointed leather boots, looking quite funny—but together with this Merchant Lady’s constantly looking-around manner, it was rather endearing, making one feel exceptionally adorable.
Then she packed her odd gadgets into a small backpack, tugged on the tied bed sheets, opened the window, and climbed out.
Before she left, she even made a funny face towards the door.
Unfortunately—our Merchant Lady took everything into account but neglected the most crucial point—when she was holding the bed sheets with one hand and carefully stepping on the tiles below with her little leather boots, trying to slide down to the back street of the inn.
She suddenly realized a problem.
The bed sheet was too short—
Little Roman swung back and forth in mid-air, her smooth forehead glistening, "It seems I’ve encountered a little problem..."
she thought.
...
Old Dwarf Audem, as usual, was passing through this alley to the ’Forest Trout’ to enjoy his afternoon malt beer time, when he looked up and saw this miraculous scene.
At first, he thought he was still dreaming, couldn’t help but rub his eyes, and then finally confirmed—he wasn’t mistaken—there was a girl in large pumpkin shorts swinging back and forth holding onto a bed sheet not far above his head.
The old dwarf lowered his head, first wondering if there was some kind of festival or celebration today. But he couldn’t quite remember whether the Midsummer Festival or Harvest Festival was the most recent one. He sighed at how quickly memory fades with age, then recalled that the recent festival had passed weeks ago, and the next one was in one or two months.
He thought he must have come to the wrong place.
Or the way he entered this alley must be mistaken.
However, he soon realized it was one of the windows at the back side of the ’Forest Trout’ inn, wasn’t it? Upon this thought, the old dwarf finally snapped out of his daze, looking up at the girl swinging in mid-air, holding his chin with his hand, and asked:
"Little girl, what are you doing?"
"Sorry, old man, the bed sheet is too short—"
This was Roman’s first response.
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(P.S. To compensate for the update on the 18th, I will update 4 Chapters on the 19th. As my relative gets married, updates may not be certain, but if any are missed, I will make up for them. Stay tuned. For future developments, please log in to www.qidian.com, where there are more Chapters, and support the author with genuine reading!)
