Chapter 141 - The Heretic Cult Believer’s Identity (1/2)
Hearing the voice behind her, the veiled woman turned around. She saw a half-elf with pointy ears standing not far out. The latter was hugging a big bag of roasted beans in her arms, crunching on them while watching her in suspicion.
“You can… see me?” The woman wearing a veil — Melita Ponia — looked at this half-elf, whom she happened to have met once, in slight surprise. She naturally remembered her; as a high-ranking agent of Mithril Vault, her memory was exceptional. Hence, she could also clearly recall the combat ability of this half-elf guard. A half-elf who was barely stronger than a goose could actually see her so easily?
“Is it very difficult to see you?” Amber crunched and chewed on the roasted beans. Till now, she had yet to remember who this veiled woman — whose style was different from the entire camp — was, so she looked full of curiosity. “Say who exactly are you? A pedlar? This place finally has traders who are willing to come?”
No one knew how she associated the person before her to a trader…
“Trader… If you must put it that way, it doesn’t seem wrong either.” Melita smiled and withdrew her concealing-effect as well as mental-hint spell. It was also fortunate that there was no one else around; otherwise, if the residents coming and going saw a person appear out of thin air on the streets, it would probably cause another commotion. “You are Duke Gawain Cecil’s guard? Please show the way. I’m here to discuss matters with him.”
“Oh (crunch crunch), okay.” Amber threw another two roasted beans into her mouth, then walked to Melita, and stretched out her hand. “(crunch crunch) Three copper coins.”
Melita was instantly stunned. “Why?”
“Fee for leading the way (crunch crunch).”
“…Are you interested in coming to work at the Mithril Vault?”
“Ha?” Amber immediately faltered for a moment but then was reminded by the term ‘Mithril Vault’. She was struck by a sudden thought and put a distance of a few meters between herself and Melita all at once. “Ah! Mithril Vault! I remember now! I’ve met you previously!”
“It’s me.” Melita smiled. She found this half-elf rather interesting. Every startled reaction of hers was so exaggerated that it left a deep impression. “Your feudal lord invited me here. So do you still want the fee for showing the way?”
“Psh, I thought I could earn a sum of extra income. — Being a lackey for that old dumpling, yet I can’t even earn some errand fees. What a loss,” Amber complained in a low voice and then waved her hand. “Alright, alright. Come with me. I’ll bring you to him.”
Under Amber’s lead, Melita arrived in the depths of the territory very quickly. She saw a huge tent standing in the middle of the empty space although a foundation had been built beside the empty space. A large number of bricks, wood, and rocks were piled aside, like they were preparing to build a big house.
“He’s in the tent. At this time, I think he has yet to take his afternoon nap.” Amber strode towards the tent on wide steps. “Wait outside for a moment. I’ll go in to inform him.”
Moments later, Melita heard the half-elf’s unconcerned voice from the tent. “Gawain! The agent called My Little Pony is here for you!”
Melita frowned in confusion. Why were the pronunciations of that fellow and the people around him all so strange?
Gawain had been awaiting this agent’s visit for many days, and she was finally here today. Miss Agent was dressed about the same as she had the previous time — wearing a gauze dress in a peculiar style, a lilac veil covering her face, her disposition mysterious and elegant.
Amber had seen this agent strolling near the brick-kiln yard, and before that, not a single person had reported that an outsider had arrived at the territory.
This was truly a young lady accompanied by obscurity.
“Long time no see, Miss Melita.” Gawain stood up behind the desk, wearing a smile on his face. “I thought you would take a long time to come. After all, the transport in this area isn’t very convenient. Please take a seat.”
“The Mithril Vault always has many convenient channels.” Melita was also smiling. “And I’m very glad that you’ve finally pronounced my name correctly.”
Gawain instantly felt a little embarrassed. “Ahaha… Don’t be so sure first. I might still pronounce it wrongly the next time.”
“Duke is really a humorous person,” Melita rose slightly and said in a befitting manner.
She still did not remove her veil, but Gawain wasn’t bothered by that. He only watched this agent from the Mithril Vault with curiosity. “You seemed to have ‘looked around’ my territory? What are your thoughts?”
“It’s a very nice place, better than I’d imagined, and there are many unusual… magical equipment,” Melita said frankly. “But what I’m more curious about is here. — You’re actually still living in a tent and instead let those civilians live in wooden huts. This is very strange.”
“The majority of those are workshops or lodging are for technical personnel. The infrastructure of the territory has to take precedence,” Gawain explained. “As for here… you should have seen that vast empty land beside the tent. This tent of mine will have to be dismantled in the near future.”
Melita’s eyes widened slightly. “I’d thought those were barracks prepared for the knights and soldiers. It seems like you do not plan on building a castle for yourself?”