Chapter 95 - Volume 2
TL: 1 more TAS coming after this.
Chapter 39 – Amandina
[I’m surprised that Berg Nesson’s wife has died. Does this mean that the reward given is by the daughter instead? Certain nobles’ lineage go a long way back, so it’s possible that a good reward might be given out here. In any case, it looks like my only hope is on the daughter.]
Roen had given details on the daughter. Her name was Amandina, and she stayed alone at the northern Greyrat street, which was just next to the Black Pepper street. She stayed within her home most of the time and hardly went out. Even though it was strange that she lived all by herself without any contacts, she was still a noble and under the strict hierarchy in Aouine, common men would not think of intruding her home.
[Roen’s information is most likely accurate. This isn’t a common sight for nobles, but at the same time something like this does occur in the game.]
However, to ensure that Roen gave accurate information, Brendel simply took out his sword and placed it over Roen’s neck and told him to lead the way. With Batum’s aid in dismissing the shady youths hired by Roen around his home, the three of them left for the noble’s house without any further incidents.
When the three of them reached the next street, it was nearly evening. The amber sunlight shone across the buildings at one end of the street, and long shadows were cast across the other row of buildings. Because there was no one who to light the oil lamps at the sides, the buildings were shrouded in darkness. Brendel walked briskly into this silent part of the street, his long robes sweeping across the pebbles and lifting the fallen leaves due to the small breeze caused by his movements.
Batum walked closely behind him, thoroughly checking the dark corners of the street. He fiddled with his beard for a while before frowning: “This place wasn’t like this when I came here a few years ago.”
But Amandina folded the letter and the bridge between her eyes seemed to narrow: “It is unfortunate, but I have never heard of my mother mentioning such a place in this letter before.”
“Ahh, so it’s a debt—” The cripple finally understood what was going on, and he was much more spirited when this particular event was related to his job: “Brendel, leave this job to me.”
He spoke in a shrill voice and checked Brendel’s expression closely. He was certain that the naive little brat had turned into someone of importance, especially when he looked at the giant mercenary following him. With his years of experience, he determined that the man was considerably strong when he compared him to the nobles’ guards that he knew.
Even though he did not know why the mercenary was willing to work for Brendel, he was careful not to displease Brendel.
“There’s no need for that, cripple.” Brendel flatly refused his good intentions with a wave of his hand.
“It’s as natural as the rain falling down from the sky to pay your debts.” The cripple still did not cease talking, until he saw that Brendel’s fingers were on his sword, before he shrank backwards and muttered to himself: “There are rules in society, rules in society……”
Brendel looked at the girl’s clear eyes. She looked a little worried about her situation about she did not appear to be intentionally lying. Brendel was a little upset to just leave like that and he frowned. But no matter how he looked at the situation, he could not do anything about it, and finally he gave a smile: “No, that’s fine. It was something trivial anyway.”
[It’s ridiculous to push her anymore than this. She lost her parents and she had fallen to poverty, her life is literally in the gutters, what else do I want from her? I’m sure this damned cripple had his ways to squeeze money out from her, but I’m not going to accept have that option. If Little Romaine or even Freya finds out that this ever happened…]
But the girl suddenly stopped him from leaving. She coughed and shook her at the same time, struggling to steady her body.
“Ser Brendel, I am not asking to renege the agreement in the letter.”