OBS Chapter 63 Sister Mia
Chapter 63 Sister Mia
"This..." Dwarf Gordon's smile froze when he saw the Sunny Day card, his eyes widening. "This... how is this possible!"
"Gwent is a game created by us dwarves, how could we lose to a human?"
A brief silence fell over the room, and the heavy breathing of the group could be clearly heard.
"His attack is 19 points, ha! You've lost!" Vaughn yelled, his expression extremely exaggerated.
Even the knight looked on incredulously.
The dwarf, Gren, stroked his beard and shook his head repeatedly. "Your last card was Sunny Day. What a blunder."
"We lost, that's it! Glenn, hand over the money!" Vaughn exclaimed excitedly. "Ha! Who said my deck was bad?"
"Sigh," the dwarf Gren sighed, took out gold coins from his pouch and placed them on the table. "Here, this is 15 crowns. Dwarves don't cheat like you humans; we honor our bets."
Archer Vaughn was completely unfazed by the other's taunts; instead, he looked smug.
Seeing that Arwin was about to pocket the 15 crowns, he couldn't help but say, "Hey, my deck is awesome, right? If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have earned his 15 crowns. Shouldn't you give me something in return?"
Archer Vaughn bent down, bringing with him a strong smell of alcohol.
The dwarf, Gren, waved his hand in front of his nose and mocked, "Shameless! You were just mocking someone for being a newbie, and now you're trying to curry favor with them."
Alwin stood up and placed a crown on the table as rent, causing Vaughn's face to freeze instantly.
"Gentlemen, now that you've finished playing Gwent, can you tell me about the petrified lizard?"
Looking at the archer Vaughn's ugly face, the dwarf Gren burst into laughter, "I have no problem, kind guest."
"Draco, what do you think?"
Knight Draco glanced at the greatsword behind Alwin and nodded in agreement.
Archer Vaughn gripped the crown tightly in his hand, a fierce glint in his eyes.
He felt that Alwin should keep at least 10, and at the very least half.
He reached up and grabbed the cloak from Arwin's shoulders. "I disagree!"
Arwin tilted his head slightly. "What are your thoughts, sir?"
Archer Vaughn's tone was icy. "It's just a Gwent card, nothing special. Don't think that carrying a greatsword proves you're capable. Do you know how to use a bow and arrow? I'll only acknowledge you if you can shoot a snow rabbit within 100 meters."
Shoot a snow hare within 100 meters? That's an absolute challenge for Arwen, who has hardly ever used a bow and arrow.
The knight Draco frowned, while the dwarf Grunt took a sip of his drink and muttered "idiot" under his breath.
In this world, who would carry a sword on their back?
Ok?
Arwen exhaled, his right hand flashing out like lightning, grabbing the archer Vaughn by the collar, his powerful strength pulling Vaughn's face directly under his hood.
His gray, vertical pupils looked down at the other person like a ferocious wild beast.
The badge hidden beneath the cloak slipped out, its ferocious wolf head swaying in the air.
Archer Vaughn's pupils froze, and his previous ferocity vanished instantly.
"The Witcher..."
He heard a low voice beside his ear.
"Is this enough?"
Archer Vaughn was stunned by this imposing aura and didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Oh dear," the dwarf Grun put down his glass, "Vorn is drunk and starting to talk nonsense. Kind witcher, you've already won. Just let him go, and we'll allow you to join our team."
Arwen gently pushed the archer Vaughn away and straightened his clothes.
"What about the petrified lizard?"
The dwarf, Gren, said, "Sir, you are indeed in a hurry."
"However, this is a team mission, and unfortunately, your teammate has been playing cards all night and is already exhausted."
"How about we meet at the hotel entrance at 3 PM?"
Alwin stared at him with his cat-like eyes.
The dwarf Gren took a step with his short legs and pulled Arwen along.
"We dwarves are the most trustworthy. And if all else fails, we still have the virtuous knight Draco. We can't possibly doubt even a knight, can we?"
"Please, Master Witcher."
The dwarf, Gren, stretched out his hand.
Alwin glanced at the group out of the corner of his eye, said nothing, and walked out of the room.
He first walked down to the lobby, and only turned around silently when he heard the guest room door behind him close, pondering to himself.
"Gren, the dwarf, had a pair of axes at his waist. Judging from the force with which the other man pushed him, he was quite strong, but from what I've seen so far, he seems to be a forthright and generous person."
"That archer, Vaughn, may look like a clown, but he's anything but simple. The rhinoceros horn bow behind him, when fully drawn, weighs at least 120 pounds."
"As for the knight Draco, the armor he wore was not much inferior in quality to Baron Shirakawa's. Although it was well concealed, I could still smell blood on it—human blood, and it was very fresh."
Thinking about this, Alwin also came to a conclusion about this squad: they were no pushovers.
Fortunately, his room was right next to the three of them, and given the tavern's poor soundproofing, he could easily hear their conversation next door.
Go to your room; the "Dual Soul" effect will be triggered. Investigate with a calm mind.
The thunderous snoring of Dwarf Gregorian could already be heard from next door.
Arwen casually ate some fruit from the wooden table, then knelt on the bed and began to meditate.
3 PM.
Arwen led the mare out of the stable.
The mare kept stamping her feet. The servants at the Rouge Tavern trimmed her nails and replaced her hooves with new ones. She made cheerful noises from her nose.
"Hey, Master Witcher, how's your rest? The hunt is about to begin," the dwarf Gren called out, waving his hand.
Arwen stepped forward and glanced at the three of them.
The three were still dressed as they were in the morning, except that when the archer Vaughn looked at him, his eyes were sinister and he kept snorting coldly.
"Mr. Glenn, we can set off now."
"Don't rush, we're still waiting for someone."
"Um?"
"She's the financier of this mission. Look, she's here."
Alwin looked up and saw a beautiful figure emerging from the corner not far from West Street.
The woman was petite with freckles on her cheeks and fair skin, and looked to be just over twenty years old.
Her golden hair was styled in a bun at the back of her head, and a white dress completely covered her body.
It may not be particularly beautiful, but it is clean.
"Mia, we've been waiting for you!"
The dwarf, Gren, waved eagerly.
Mia smiled gently. "Mr. Glenn, it's been a long time."
"And Mr. Draco, and Mr. Vaughn."
She bowed slightly, her manners were very polite.
Knight Draco nodded in response, while archer Vaughn's gloomy expression vanished instantly, his right hand twitching rapidly, revealing a lecherous glint in his eyes.
"Come, Miss Mia, let me introduce you. This is a new member who has joined our team. He is quite a..."
As the dwarf Gren finished speaking, Mia had already walked towards Arwen.
A slight smile played on her lips, not the fake smile of a nobleman, and her blue eyes held none of the apprehension and wariness she had shown with those she had encountered before, but rather surprise and a touch of excitement.
The same goes for her voice; it is melodious and pleasant to listen to, giving people a feeling of being bathed in a spring breeze, as if it comes from a long-lost friend.
"My name is Mia Sinclair, and I am Sister Merrittley. Judging from your attire, I guess you must be a witcher. It's a pleasure to meet you."