Don’t Come to Wendy’s Flower House - Chapter 135
Chapter 135: Chapter 135 Don’t come to the capital of the empire (7)
While nervously knocking on the bar, she turned her head when somebody called her name.
“Sir Dowain! … Sir Bishop! ”
She saw them jailed in the prisons on the opposite side. She stood closer to the iron bars, feeling relieved that they were safe.
“I’m so glad to see you safe, Miss Wendy!” Sir Dowain said loudly. His voice resonated through the prison, revealing how much he was worried about her. He was deeply touched by his dramatic reunion with her because of his long association with her at the shop.
She was thrilled, too, but first of all, she needed to devise a way to get out and survive.
“How can we get out of here?”
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At her asking, Martin whispered, “Three men, including that big guy who just left, are taking turns on guard. The most realistic way is to knock down one of them and take the key. ”
“Let me pretend to pass out, so call them, Sir Bishop. It would be better for them to open the prison door themselves,” said Pascal.
Sir Bishop, thinking for a moment, added, “Well, I think it’s much better if you could pretend to have a spasm to look more urgent.”
They implemented their operation immediately. Pascal fell on the floor and began to act like a patient suffering from convulsion by shaking his hands and feet. In response, Sir Bishop screamed for help for a while. The guy named Debbie who brought her walked up to them.
“Help him, please!”
The man looked down at Pascal on the floor with a sulky expression and scratched his thick hair.
“Please, help him! He might die if you leave him untreated.”
Sir Bishop appealed to the man, but the man turned with a standoffish manner after looking at Bishop.
“Hey, dude! How brutal you are!”
Bishop hurled abuse at him to invite his anger, but the man was not persuaded. After that, Bishop shouted and yelled for help, but he never came back.
“Oh man, how cruel that bastard is! How can he be so indifferent when he sees a man having a spasm on the floor? ”
Wendy looked around the inside of the prison, pretending not to have heard Bishop.
Pascal, who stood up with an unpleasant look, brushed off dirt from his body. He got enraged as his actions didn’t bring about any desired results.
“I think we need to use a different way… I’ve got one thing to try,” she said, sweeping the dim wall of the prison.
She spotted the dim light inside her prison and stood on one wall. Pascal said nervously as she began to press her index finger over the damp stone wall, “Miss Wendy, I don’t think it’s a good idea to use your finger.”
“… Don’t worry. I’ve got no other way than this.”
“I don’t know what you’re trying to do… but you can’t beat that guy by yourself,” Pascal said barely audibly for fear that they would overhear him, trying to dissuade her.
Pretending not to have heard him, she continued what she was doing. After standing on the wall for a while, she ripped up some of his skirt and put her index finger on it. The two knights who were trapped behind the iron bars stomped their feet repeatedly, just looking at her.
Shortly afterwards, there was something coming out from the spots one by one where she touched her index finger. It was a dim light. Those that came out on the wall were emitting something white and yellow, creating a calming atmosphere.
“… What the heck is that…?”
Martin Bishop couldn’t shut his mouth, looking at the scene.
His breathing rang unusually loudly in the silent prison. At that moment, he was reminded of the night of the oath, when all the knights promised to keep silent about her miraculous work.
Martin barely came to his senses and looked at his fellow knight. Pascal fixed his gaze at her without blinking at all.
“This might be enough to…” She intensely glanced at the torn skirt without being conceited or hesitating at their reactions.
There was a small tree growing in the hem of her skirt. Looking like a tree, it was precariously rooted on her skirt, with only one stem of it sticking up. The tree had a blackish bark. It was small and oddly shaped, but obviously it was a that birch well known for its hard wood.
She clenched its stem in her hand. It was small enough to fit perfectly on her hand.
She hid it between her skirt pleats.
“Hey! … Debbie!” Wendy shouted over the hallway. The two knights were stunned by her unexpected yelling, while looking outside cautiously. Many times Wendy called the man’s name desperately. Finally, the iron fence blocking the corridor opened and the man appeared again.
“Hey, look here!”
She shouted, standing at the end of the prison as if she was frightened. The man again came to her with a sulky expression. The moment his eyes turned inside the prison where she was trapped, his dumb facial expressions quickly changed.
“Gold…?” His eyes opened wide at the yellow light from the dark stone wall.
He saw clusters of yellow golden pieces hanging on the wall, emitting the mysterious light.
The woman inside the prison was seen trembling in his eyes, with her shoulders curled up.
“Suddenly, this came out on the wall… What the heck is this?” she said, blocking his vision.
The man craned his head to check the blurry yellow light as if he could not hear her. His eyes were burning with greed.
Clank!
The man hurriedly pulled the heavy key and opened the prison door where she was trapped. He carefully looked around for fear that somebody might intercept the treasure he found.
Looking at him, she secretly swallowed a laugh. The man was deceived as she expected. She decided to take the risk after remembering that he mistook her hair for a gold necklace.
The man, who showed no reaction to their desperate appeal, was interested in gold only. While praying that her daring trick would succeed, she grabbed the birch tree in her hand tightly.
Unaware of her real intention, he came into the prison. Not wary of her at all, he glanced at her once and walked to the wall full of gold, as if he was bewitched.
Right at that moment his knees shook while he was walking with ecstasy. It was shortly after a loud noise rang throughout the prisons. The man fell down with a thump immediately.
She tapped the man’s body gently and confirmed he had lost his consciousness before loosening her grip on the birch pole. Her experience of wielding a club against the intruder who broke into her house recently helped her to knock him down. She picked a bunch of keys from him and pulled the sword from the sheath on his waist.
After she was done, she came out of the prison. She closed the door as if to lock the man inside, and walked to the cells where the two knights were trapped.
She first unlocked the prison door where Sir Dowain was trapped. He came out and grabbed her hand once, accepting the keys and weapons in her hand.
“Oh, your hands are trembling,” he said.
She was looking down at her hands indifferently. As he said, she felt her fingertips were shaking. Her tense shoulders hurt, but she had no time to comfort herself.
“Let me check out if there is anyone at the entrance.”
Pascal quickly freed Bishop and went to look outside. While he was away, Bishop came to her side, looking around carefully. He was holding a birch club in his hand. It didn’t befit a knight who usually wielded a sword, but he had no other choice.
“Are you okay, Miss Wendy?”
She nodded silently. Bishop looked at the scene inside her prison once again.
“May I ask what that is?”
“That’s a pumpkin mushroom. It’s a luminous mushroom that emits light in the dark. ”
The mushroom, dark yellow like a pumpkin, was a rare species that emitted golden light. Growing in the cool climate of the northeastern forest, the mushroom sparsely grew in dead tree stumps, attracting people passing by the forest. As the yellow light in the dark shone like gold, people were easily tempted, but when they touched it, they suffered from a skin rash for a long time. The reason why it radiated was because it wanted to spread spores by luring insects to its luminance.
“Yes, indeed. It shines like gold. ”
While Bishop was admiring her miraculous work, Pascal, came back and gestured to them. Muffling their footsteps, they climbed upwards through the stairs at the end of the hallway. By the time the unpleasant underground air disappeared and the light of the earth was seen, they encountered the security guards in the corridor. Due to the narrow space, they had no time to hide and mount a surprise attack.
“Who are you?” The prison security guards shouted at them.
