Chapter 147: Suspicious Movement 2
TL/Editor: Raei
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It was an old but neatly maintained spacious single room.
Though traces of lingering footsteps revealed the passage of time, there were no protruding splinters or creaky wooden boards.
The floor was smoothly polished, and the walls and ceiling were immaculately kept, making for a comfortable stay.
Oh! The 3-person room is a bit far away, so its fine, right? Unless you, like, call out Roland's name at night, the other mercenaries-
Lo, lower your voice!
Hey, even if Roland is superhuman, he won't hear us whispering like this, right? Surely, he wouldnt enhance his body with mana while resting in the inn?
If there was a problem, it might be that the soundproofing was woefully inadequate compared to a superhuman's physical senses.
Even just lying comfortably in bed without strengthening my body with mana, I could hear Han Se-ah and Graces voices clearly.
It seems like the design has the bed of the single room on the right and the bed of the double room on the left, with only a single wall separating them closely.
So, if there were no wall, Han Se-ah and Graces heads would be right beside mine.
Measuring the distance, it was approximately... less than 1m.
No matter how much they tried to suppress their voices, with a wooden wall between us, their voices were too easy to hear with my superhuman body.
But, Hanna.
Yes?
Han Se-ah, perhaps eager to push Grace into my room and peek inside, has a playful cheeky edge to her voice.
However, her voice quickly falters at Graces question.
Dont you have any thoughts?
...Thoughts about what?
About doing it with Roland.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
I guess she thinks I'm not listening since she instantly launches a counterattack.
Even though Grace becomes a shy girl in front of me, normally she is like a sassy older sister character.
I also realized that she can be very brazen.
From what I see, you seem to like him more than I do. Its a bit suspicious? Maybe you want to join in?
No! Thats, umm...
Hey, dont shout. If you do that, Roland might wake up.
This girls talk, which ought to be private, flows from beside my head like a radio, providing an entertaining listen.
The two, once whispering, now seem to have entirely forgotten Im in the next room, as their voices raise to a normal level.
They talk like sisters, even consulting each other about their love lives, appearing very open.
Han Se-ah, playing the older sister, continuously nudges and probes - only to be counterattacked with an offensive full of crude jokes.
The only problem might be that the crude jokes Grace knows are based on her experiences with me.
Hmm? Hanna, are you asleep? ...Hehe, pretending to be asleep, huh.
She seems to have saved and logged out.
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Raei Translations
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The night passed quietly without Grace visiting my room.
Finally, the pickpocket kid, having swiped a clinking coin purse, disappeared into the crowd, with shouts of "Thief-!" echoing through the bustling people.
Only after the party silently handed over their belongings, such as waist pouches and lanterns, to Han Se-ah did we arrive at the Merchant's Guild.
Piercing through the crowd, we arrived at a wide open space.
Numerous carriages were neatly arranged here.
People in uniforms, people in silk clothes, and shabby-looking peddlers were mixed together haphazardly.
"Over there, that large building at the end of the square."
"You can tell just by the sign."
A tall and large building made of dark gray stone and a spacious sign outlined with metal.
The picture of a purse full of gold coins carved into the sign communicates that the building is related to merchants.
As dozens of people busily entered through the large main gate, what met their eyes was a brightly decorated lobby, like a noble's mansion.
From the large landscape paintings hanging on the walls, magical tools emitting light from within finely crafted glass crystals, to the sparkling armors and vibrant porcelain hung on the walls like a museum-
The party naturally shrinks back, just as the Guild intended.
"There are so many people. They must be incredibly busy, right?"
"Don't worry, these folks are merchants after all. Irene, could you stand at the front? Beside me."
"Sure, I understand."
Merchants are as sensitive to money as mercenaries.
We arent dressed shabbily and they wouldn't get greedy just at the sight of gold coins.
In the first place, merchants, who live off trust, wouldnt dare to hassle a group with a nun.
As sensitive as they are to money, they are to superstitions, too.
As if to confirm my thoughts, a woman welcomes us with a poised posture.
A beautiful woman, dressed in attire resembling a black suit and wearing round glasses, bows gently toward us.
Sneaking a peek at Han Se-ah's stream window, it seems like this character must have some stars attached to her.
"Welcome to the Ertta Merchant's Guild. How may I assist you today?"
"We need information about merchants who started out from the western port city."
"Information, you say?"
After turning off the stream window of Han Se-ah, which has gotten noisy upon the beautiful office ladys appearance, I gazed into the sparkling eyes behind those round glasses.
When our eyes met so straightforwardly, I felt like I couldnt look away.
The eyes of a merchant, fearlessly meeting mine, scrutinizing and calculating, are familiar.
Arent they the eyes Ive encountered most during these ten years of saving and spending money on magical tools?
"Hmm, information... Not bad."
But those eyes are a bit strange.
They arent eyes that weigh people and information on a mental scale to price them, but eyes that hold passion in an unexpected direction.
Wondering what this was all about, I fiddled with the gold coins in my pocket, debating whether to press her with money, when Han Se-ahs voice rang out from behind.
"Huh? What, there's such a title? Is this straight-up an NPC for that content? But she's a merchant?"
At her absurd shout, I involuntarily turn the stream window back on.
Satisfying curiosity comes first.
Thus, I came to know the identity of the NPC in front of us.
2 Lewd Violetta
...Damn it, she said she was a merchant.
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