svetikya Chapter 188 A Woman with an Excessive Self-Awareness
Chapter 188 A Woman with an Excessive Self-Awareness
Chapter 188 A Woman with an Excessive Self-Awareness
"By the way, sir, do you need any help?"
"Help?" Lorne was puzzled. He didn't understand why Katarina would suddenly bring this up.
"Yes." Katarina nodded, smiling as she looked at Lorne.
"Sir, you look like you're in a hurry, it seems—you've encountered some trouble."
Woolen cloth·--·
Lorne's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.
He really is in trouble—
Before Lorne could answer, Katarina spoke to herself in a sincere tone:
"If there's anything I can do to help, please let me know."
"You," Lorne deliberately wore a skeptical expression, wanting to see what the other party was up to.
"What? Are you doubting me?" Katarina pouted in displeasure.
"Hmm—." Lorne nodded.
Upon hearing this, Katarina puffed out her cheeks slightly.
"snort"
Seemingly realizing that this was somewhat impolite, she calmed herself down for a few seconds before saying in a tone that said, "I know that adventurers like you will experience all sorts of thrilling adventures, and naturally—you will also make all sorts of enemies."
"I can help you solve this~"
Upon hearing this, Lorne shook his head slightly:
"Even if I really am in trouble, how can you be sure you can actually help me?"
Upon hearing this, a confident smile appeared on Katarina's face.
The fact that there was no direct rejection means there's room for negotiation.
She leaned forward slightly and lowered her voice, saying, "My family's shipping company still has a certain influence at sea."
Furthermore, we have some business dealings with the Governor's Office. So, if you do get into some trouble, I think I can certainly help.
The Governor's House of the Shipping Company
Perhaps—it really is possible to use her connections to send me and Danitz out of Bayam together—Lorne instantly thought of this.
So his cold poker face softened a little, and he started to chat with Katarina.
The meal ended in an atmosphere that appeared harmonious on the surface but was actually rife with hidden agendas.
After the meal, Katarina took the initiative to invite Lorne to go shopping with her.
Lorne wanted to refuse, but when she thought about what she had just said, she hesitated and nodded.
"Great!" Katarina's face immediately lit up with excitement.
She smiled, naturally took Lorne's arm, and led him out of the restaurant.
This walk took several hours.
Lorne felt his legs were going numb; this was the first time he'd walked this far since arriving in Bayam. If Danitz knew he'd gone out shopping with a lady, he'd probably complain too.
Unlike Lorne, Katarina beside him still appeared energetic and enthusiastic.
"Are all women this energetic when they're shopping?" Lorne thought to himself.
As she passed a flower shop, Katarina suddenly stopped.
"You know what?" she said softly, gazing at the blooming flowers, "The reason I came all the way to Bayam alone, besides my yearning for those sea adventure stories—"
"And," she hesitated for a moment, as if a little shy, then turned to look at Lorne and said in a slightly melancholic tone:
"Actually, I ran away to escape an arranged marriage from my family."
"A marriage contract?" Lorne asked with some surprise.
"Yes, a marriage agreement." Katarina nodded and continued in that pitiful tone, "My father, in order to expand the family business, wants me to marry a nobleman's son whom I don't like."
Katarina smiled and concocted a Russell-esque reason, inspired by a novel by Russell the Great.
She believed that a seemingly old-fashioned but righteous "pure" little guy like the one in front of her would be absolutely irresistible to a frail girl who bravely ran away from home to rebel against an arranged marriage.
But unfortunately—
For ordinary people in this era, running away from home to rebel against arranged marriage is a reason that is very much in line with the times and, at the same time, carries a touch of romanticism and is enough to evoke sympathy.
But for someone like Lorne, a transmigrator who has been exposed to countless similar "tricks" in the age of information overload—
This reason seems a bit too "classic," or even "outdated."
The thought of her unusual charm instantly put Lorne on high alert.
"What do you want from telling me all this?" Lorne's voice remained unchanged, but he subtly pulled his arm away from Katarina's. "Do you want me to help you resolve this so-called engagement?"
Katarina looked at him, thinking he was shy, and nodded heavily with a matter-of-fact yet slightly shy expression.
"What do you think?" Lorne looked at her, his eyes behind his glasses sharpening. "I will definitely help you?"
Katarina didn't speak immediately. She simply raised her head, met Lorne's gaze with her innocent blue eyes, and after a moment, a confident smile appeared on her face.
"That's right."
Looking at her like this, Lorne remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was thinking something.
This woman has an excessive sense of self and a somewhat abnormal, even distorted, personality.
And that look of utter confidence in me definitely doesn't make someone easy to get along with.
Meanwhile, at Roy King's house,
Roy King was somewhat flustered as he packed up his important belongings, such as cash, extraordinary materials, and several magical items for survival.
Just today, Brando, who was "extremely lucky," came to visit him again.
In order to convince that the plague god that he was "not at home" and leave quickly, he even used some of the "luck" he had accumulated over a long period of time.
However, the turtling tactic cannot be used indefinitely.
Now, he has finally figured it out completely.
Staying in Bayam is too risky. Who knows, one day I might get completely involved with that Brando, or some other, more terrible trouble.
The wisest choice would be to pack your things and leave this place, go to another city to avoid trouble, or go directly to his teacher for refuge.
Just as he was stuffing the items into his suitcase and everything was ready.
A thick, seemingly illusory vine suddenly grew out of thin air from the floor of his room!
!!!
Then a soft, emotionless female voice suddenly rang out in his room.
"Mr. Roy King, don't be nervous."
A graceful figure wearing black boots and with long chestnut hair slowly emerged.
"I just—.—have something I'd like to ask you about."