She Becomes The Hero In Another World 150 She Gets Noticed

At this point, Chelsea was looking tired. She was used to the mild weather of the coast, not the hot sulfuric climate around the volcano. Liam Drago volunteered to stay with Chelsea while she sat inside a cafe to cool off and rest.

Once the rest of the group left, Chelsea sat up straighter, and her tired look was gone. This completely confused Liam.

"You can recover that quickly?" He asked.

"Nope. I'm completely spent. Will most likely stay here the rest of the day~!" Chelsea replied cheerfully.

"That's why, you should follow me!" She grabbed Liam by the hand and headed outside, a mischievous smile peeking out from below her veil.

Liam could have stood still, and no matter how hard she tugged, she would not be able to bring him anywhere. However, he allowed this strange willful woman with a bright smile to drag him out with her. He was curious about Chelsea. This capricious girl always managed to surprise him in the short time he had known her.

Perhaps if things were to happen like this every day...it wouldn't be so bad. A ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as Chelsea dragged him through a series of backroads to their destination.

"An empty warehouse?" Liam asked, confused.

"No." Chelsea shook her head, and laughed. "A filled to near bursting empty warehouse." She replied. "Filled to near bursting with fake ores and cheap blades to swindle others with."

Liam tilted his head. "I don't understand. Why would you want to see these fake goods?"

"It's not the goods I'm after." Chelsea layghed at Liam. "It's the people behind the goods."

"Oy! What are you lot dewin' poking yer noses around here? Get lost!" An angry-looking dwarf yelled.

"How strange. This warehouse is supposed to be empty. How come it's filled up all of a sudden?" Chelsea pointedly asked.

"What daya mean? Warehouses fill and empty every day. It's not like an empty warehouse will always stay empty. Shoo! If yer looking for an empty warehouse, ye'd best look elsewhere!"

"How mean. To have all those indentical fake antiques together next to the fake ores, isn't he afraid of getting dirt on them?" Chelsea turned around in a huff.

"Hold on there!" The dwarf called out.

"You tell us go, and we are going. Do not expect us to stay just because you want us to stay. We aren't your lapdogs." Chelsea sneered. But then, the two were suddenly surrounded by a large group of dwarves.

"I insist. The both of you have seen far too much." The dwarf said, menacingly.

"Do you wish to leave?" Liam asked Chelsea. She nodded.

"All right then..." Liam stepped forward, and changed to a martial stance.

"This General shall clear the way for you." He declared.

At this, all the surrounding dwarves began to laugh uproariously.

"Haha, General!? You and what army!?" One jeered.

"I think you are somewhat mistaken." Liam stepped forward, and inclined his head, condescendingly. Then scales grew along his arms, like a pair of gauntlets.

"I am the army." He said, his dragon eyes beginning to glow.

-------------------------

-------------------------

Robin and the gang were busy window shopping at the various stalls and shops. A lot of them sold weapons or metal creations. Looking around, Robin soon found a very interesting shop on its own.
Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

"Appraiser shop?" Robin asked.

"Ah...that..." Quinn chuckled. "It's a shop that makes money by identifying things magically."

"But, wouldn't it be more accurate to call it a business, then?" Robin asked.

"Somewhat. But the shop has a rather interesting collection of knick-knacks which are items they aren't able to identify." Quinn replied. "Items from earth, to be precise."

"Eh!? Earth, you say?" Robin was surprised.

"Yes. They pay anyone who can accurately appraise these items, as magic cannot seem to help them figure out the purpose. Earth people don't infuse mana into their works, after all." Quinn grinned wickedly. "Can you imagine their surprise when they learned that an item they had placed upon a pedestal was actually a toilet seat?"

"What!? You're serious!?" Robin burst out in chuckles at the thought. Quinn nodded.

"I was able to make quite the coin from that shop, until the owner begged me to let him off. It's been around 20 years, or so. Perhaps I should pay another visit?" He laughed as he imagined the shopkeeper's face.

"From your expression, it seems you bullied them terribly." Robin wryly pointed out, with a somewhat mischievous grin. "Why not be a bit merciful and wait for a few generations to go by?"

"Fine, but if we're in need of any gold, then it's something to consider." Quinn laughed.

Behind them, Christian's frown was surprisingly prominent. He didn't like seeing Robin get along with this reborn human monster from Robin's world. There was absolutely no telling at this point whether he was a friend or a foe, yet he had latched himself securely onto Robin. Moreover, there was a sort of visible harmony between them which was causing him to feel highly uncomfortable.

Jasmine, seeing Christian's visage, laughed to herself. Seeing Christian at a loss against his feelings was really refres.h.i.+ng. During this time, she forgot a bit of her resentment.

"Jealous?" She murmured near Christian, so that the others couldn't hear.

"Why would I be jealous?" Christian asked through grit teeth.

"Then why the need to frown?" She poked the visible wrinkle between his eyebrows. "It might feel like Robin is being stolen from you, but Robin isn't one to forget a friends.h.i.+p."

"Until he has so many friends.h.i.+ps that he forgets us entirely." Christian muttered, rubbing the spot she had poked.

"Isn't the ability to make friends even among demonkind a good thing during this period? At the very least, this way we don't enter another war. And that's a good thing." Jasmine a.s.serted.

"Then why do I feel so..." Christian sighed.

"What? Are you not feeling well?" Jasmine asked, with an innocent expression. Christian, upon seeing this expression, raised an eyebrow.

"You're messing with me, aren't you?" He guessed. Jasmine beamed an angelic smile at him. That was all he needed to know that Jasmine truly was making fun of him. He turned his head away, refusing to speak further with his s.a.d.i.s.tic cousin.

At this point, unbeknownst to Christian, Robin had turned her head to watch his exchange with Jasmine. As she was too far away, she couldn't hear what was being said. However, from their expressions, she could tell that Jasmine was teasing Christian.

'How nice, being able to play happily like this...' Robin thought to herself. Suddenly, she was overcome with a sudden bout of homesickness.

Was her brother all right? She hoped he wasn't suffering. She touched the top of her head, absentmindedly. It had been a long time since he had ruffled her hair, and spoken with her.

Speaking of people who like to ruffle hair... Robin absentmindedly glanced over to Christian's hand. When she realized what she was doing, she immediately looked elsewhere. 'No no no! It's not like I want him to ruffle my hair. He's a prince! He's already in love with someone! Why did I even...?'

She looked down at her hand, very confused. 'What am I doing?' She sighed, before looking about the marketplace again.

Jasmine, however, had noticed Robin's subtle actions, and suddenly had a thought. She knew that Christian loved Robin. But was Robin beginning to fall for Christian? Her eyes widened slightly at the thought. Then they returned to normal.

'While that would certainly be interesting, it is up to Robin, herself, to decide. Whether she wishes to leave or decides to stay, I will support her either way.' Jasmine smiled.

--------------

--------------

"Didn't I tell you to go easy on them!?" Chelsea scolded Liam as she poked an unconscious dwarf with a stick. "Now that they're all out cold, we'll never find the mastermind behind all this."

"I apologize. Next time, I'll try harder to hold back." Liam replied.

"No need, I suppose." Chelsea stood up, dusting her skirts off. "The main villain is already here. Isn't that right, Boss Traughn?"

A somewhat chiselled-looking dwarf stepped out of an alleyway into the clearing. "It's true that I am Boss Traughn. But, that doesn't mean you can slander me as you please."

"Oh? But these dwarves were busy telling us to 'Wait until our Boss Traughn gets here' so many times, that I slapped them all unconscious." Jasmine slyly fibbed.

"That's a bold-faced lie! Who is it that is trying to frame me!?" Traughn punched a nearby old wall, collapsing it.