parentshiftbook Chapter 191: My turn is coming.
Chapter 191: My turn is coming.
Chapter 191: My turn is coming.Duke Thorin opened a bottle of wine and handed out glasses to every Thorin that could drink. They watched in delicious glee as the prime minister melted in horror as the realization of the mistake he had made sunk in.
"Ah, you have found some of our treasures indeed, it is the finest cheese in all the land. Not even the royal kitchen has cheese this tasty. I don’t know if that is a crime, my duchess is it a crime?" he turned to his wife.
Duchess made a small hissing sound, she turned her head from side to side. On her face was a minor frown as she appeared to be pondering deeply. "Well, we can always give him some cheese. We have enough to feed the kingdom for a year."
Prime Minister Windrider was enraged, "Where is the gold? Where are you hiding it?" he growled out.
"There," Elowin blinked innocently and pointed at the single trunk of gold. "That is gold. Am I missing something?" He looked around at the others as if he was confused.
The gold he was pointing to had been examined, it had the mark of Eldoria’s bank. It was obviously not illegally gotten gold or gold nuggets from a mine.
The Thorin’s snickered while the prime minister’s face turned red shame.
"Help yourselves to some cheese and wine, nobody should call us greedy." Lady Iryne gestured at the knights.
The servants distributed the cheese and wine to them.
"Let’s return." The mage knight told the rest.
Prime minister Windrider was unwilling to surrender, he looked at the retreating knights with storm filled eyes as if he wanted to conjure an actual storm that would swallow them. "Where are you going? We have not
She was determined to detach modern names from these inventions. It was already a miracle that Emmah had not figured out the television thing.
Emmah did not have time to worry about the things Sigrid was worried about at the moment. She was sobbing and seething at the same time. Despite the fact that the king was the one that ordered for her to be lashed, her anger was somehow focused on Sigrid.
"I am a transmigrator, I should the heroine of this world. I deserve to be the crown princess. I am more beautiful than she is, the Windrider family is as powerful as the Thorin family. Why are things not working out for me but working in her favor?" she muttered. "Why, why?" she looked at the sky and screamed.