Chapter 93: Chapter 092 So What?
Upstairs, Richard and Pandora walked into the room.
Taking steps, Pandora walked to the table’s edge and placed the suitcase she was carrying onto the table with a bang, causing the whole table to creak under the strain.
Though the suitcase appeared unremarkable externally, it was filled with quite a few items. Even Richard, without using any spells, felt it heavy to lift. Of course, for the Giant Dragon Girl Pandora, it was another story altogether—it felt almost weightless, much lighter than the massive tree trunk she had held in her arms before. In Pandora’s view, using the suitcase to hit someone would be terribly ineffective; it would be safer to go to the forest, pull out a tree, and carry that instead.
Thinking of such strange things, Pandora put down the suitcase and walked towards the neatly made bed, sitting down on its softness, feeling some comfort. But soon, she smelled a faint stench wafting continuously from inside the bed.
“Hmmph,” Pandora wrinkled her brow and sniffed, then thought for a second before flipping the bedding over to sit on the bare mattress, seemingly satisfied with her decision.
Richard, watching nearby, shook his head slightly, not wanting to say much. He sat in front of the table, opened the suitcase, and took out a Papyrus Scroll, a Quill, and a bottle of Ink, beginning to write something. Even while traveling, he was still studying several things, primarily a Ring he had found on the body of a Mysterious Wizard. Lately, he felt he had made some progress in his research and was writing down some conjectures on the scroll, organizing his thoughts.
After a while, food was served, and after a simple meal, Richard continued writing.
As night fell, the noise from the tavern below gradually faded, and it became quiet outside. In the cold winter night, not even the chirping of insects could be heard, only the clear sound of the walls cracking from the contracting cold.
“Crack, crack, crack…”
Richard’s heart was incredibly calm as he continued writing on the Papyrus Scroll. After a moment, as he reached the end and was about to put down the Quill, a series of clear footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.
“Tap… tap, tap… tap, tap, tap…”
The footsteps went from distant to near, stopping at the door.
Richard’s eyes flickered toward the door, and a moment later, he heard a gentle knocking, “Bang, bang, bang, bang.”
“Who?” Richard raised an eyebrow and asked.
There was no response from outside the door.
But the knocking continued.
“Bang, bang, bang, bang.”
Richard frowned slightly, glanced at Pandora, who was quietly sitting in a corner of the mattress and daydreaming, then strode towards the door.
With a creak, the door opened, and Richard saw a woman standing outside, someone he had seen before, the Female Mercenary who had been drinking in the tavern on the first floor. Given her appearance, it was hard not to notice her, but he wondered why she would come here.
Richard noticed that the Female Mercenary had taken off the Armor she had been wearing, now dressed in a tight outfit. Her lips were painted red as fire. Her eyebrows delicately shaped, showing just a hint of curve, quite exquisite. No doubt, the Female Mercenary’s attire was very eye-catching, surpassing most women of the Medieval era.
But what did she want?
Richard frowned slightly.
At this moment, the Female Mercenary stood at the door, looking at Richard without any signs of shock, more a furrowing of brows, sinking her heart, but then she smiled and softly said, “Noble young master, allow me to introduce myself. I am Danis, um, a mercenary, you must have seen me downstairs in the tavern.”
“So?” Richard squinted, asking.
Danis clenched her teeth secretly, well aware that only if a man showed enough initiative would it count as successful. True attraction should leave no trace, making the target unaware of being attracted. But this young man kept a straight face, showing no desire in his eyes, only wariness, which made her feel somewhat troubled.
But even if it was troublesome, she had to press on, for good opportunities to meet a noble, especially a fresh and delicious young noble like him, were rare, and who knew when the nächst opportunity would arise.
Danis thought and then revealed a radiant smile, her lips curling upwards as she brightly looked at Richard and spoke, “Do you find me beautiful?”
“So?” Richard repeated his earlier question.
“…” Danis was at a loss for words.
“If there is nothing else, please leave,” Richard spoke, gesturing to the side, “I am busy with something.”
Danis’s eyes flickered, and the next moment, with nothing to lose, she grabbed Richard’s hand and asked, “I heard that a noble young master like you often has many female companions—are you interested in letting me be one of them? For free, of course!”
Richard was expressionless.
He had already speculated about many things before stepping out the door.
After speaking the first time, he had confirmed most of it.
After the second time, he had almost fully figured out Danis’s intentions.
Now, having listened to her, he had anticipated all the possible consequences that could arise from this situation.
A romantic encounter? Impossible. There are no free lunches in the world; even if there were, they wouldn’t just happen casually. Things that fall from the sky are usually traps.
If he wasn’t mistaken, she must have accomplices nearby, waiting for the right moment to act. Perhaps they would jump out shouting “catch the adulterer,” or enter the room to steal, or something else. But no matter what, this was an apparent attempt at fishing.
Fishing in the Medieval era? Not very clever, indeed.
The nächst moment, Richard acted in response.
Danis still maintained a smile, feeling nearly certain about her actions, after all, being so forward, what man could resist?
Danis remained patient, waiting for Richard’s further reaction, but the nächst moment, she felt a vast force from his hand, almost crushing her fingers.
Danis couldn’t help but cry out in pain, her entire body shaking, her facial muscles involuntarily distorting as she tried to pull away.
But thinking of her goal, Danis forcibly suppressed the impulse to resist, struggling to maintain a smile on her face as she blinked and looked at Richard, her voice trembling slightly, “Young master, does this mean you agree?”
After speaking, Danis stiffly curled her lips, maintaining a radiant smile as she looked towards Richard.