Work Prophet
Chapter 577 - 9 The Girl with Bean-Shaped Eyebrows

Chapter 577: Chapter 9 The Girl with Bean-Shaped Eyebrows

Matt seemed to want to say something more, but the door behind him had already been pushed open.

"Why does Sir Ivan want to invite us to a banquet?" Shelly stepped out and asked.

"Because Lord Ivan is Lord Duren’s cousin, he always hopes you can receive the best care," the visitor said.

"Then why did that bastard Ivan throw the lady and the miss out of the castle?" the guard captain said with wide eyes and anger.

Seeing that the two were about to argue again, Shelly sighed and looked at the newcomer, "Garrison, tell me the truth. Why exactly did Sir Ivan suddenly call us, mother and daughter, over?"

"Because Sir Irelia heard you were here and wanted to meet you."

"Irelia, the champion of this martial arts competition?!"

Shelly was somewhat surprised; she had attended the martial arts competition and was familiar with the outstanding lady who had dazzled everyone. The latter’s name was now well-known in Bratis.

But what Shelly didn’t understand was why Irelia wanted to see her and Yimer, as there was seemingly no connection between them.

Moreover, the most important point was that Irelia had come from the Royal Capital. Since Duren’s arrest, Shelly had become wary of everyone and everything related to the Royal Capital.

She worried that Irelia might have been sent by Gars to capture, or even secretly execute, her and Yimer.

Although this was Ivan’s domain, Shelly didn’t think that her deceased husband’s cousin would provide her shelter at the risk of offending the New Emperor.

It could only be said that while Duren was honest and skilled in martial arts, he had always been poor at judging character, first betrayed by Cornelia and then mistaken about Ivan.

"Please thank Lord Ivan for his kindness on my behalf, but Yimer and I have already had lunch, so..."

Before Shelly could finish speaking, her daughter’s voice rang out from inside the house, "Mom, we clearly haven’t eaten yet. Matt and the others only brought some black bread that’s hard as rocks and some stinky smoked fish. I feel like vomiting just from the smell."

"That’s great, this noon’s banquet will have tender and juicy roast chicken, fragrant venison pies, honey tarts, and warm wheat milk porridge, as well as the sweet medicinal wine from Lord Ivan’s collection," Garrison said with a smile. "Everyone is waiting for you now."

"Then what are we waiting for, Mom?" Yimer swallowed hard.

These dishes weren’t considered extraordinary in the Royal Capital, and Yimer hadn’t thought they were particularly tasty before. But after tasting the black bread and smoked fish—along with bland and tasteless pea soup—

she truly missed these homely dishes now.

But when Yimer lifted her head, she saw her mother’s face turn slightly pale.

And guard captain Matt had placed a hand on the hilt of his sword, as if ready to draw it at any moment.

Only Garrison seemed as relaxed as ever, saying just one sentence, "This is Lord Ivan’s domain."

Shelly’s heart sank. Then, she quickly felt a surge of helplessness because she knew what Garrison said was true.

She had no choice in the matter from the beginning.

So Shelly didn’t make any more excuses and nodded, "Alright, I will go with you to the luncheon, but Yimer..."

"Yimer will also come along. How can you enjoy the feast alone and leave your beloved daughter here to starve?" Garrison’s tone was unquestionable.

Shelly’s face appeared deathly pale, while Matt clenched his fist, veins throbbing on his right palm.

"I’m going too!"

Garrison did not refuse, but only said, "Let’s hit the road quickly. We shouldn’t keep the guests anxious."

Shelly returned to the house with her daughter to change into a dress and then sat in the carriage prepared by Garrison, while Matt rode on horseback as their escort.

They soon arrived at the castle’s gates.

Shelly rolled down the carriage window, took a look, and felt the hound flag above the city gate was particularly glaring.

The Betak family was known for their loyalty, yet Ivan’s actions had nothing to do with the word.

The carriage slowly stopped in the open space outside the main tower. Matt stepped forward to help Shelly and Yimer out.

Returning to the castle, Yimer seemed somewhat excited, especially at the thought of soon tasting those delicious dishes again. She couldn’t help but swallow her saliva as her stomach embarrassingly growled at the moment.

Yimer’s cheeks blushed slightly, and she shook her earcut hairpiece a couple of times. Fortunately, aside from her mother and the guard captain next to her, no one else overheard the sound.

A plump, seductive maid appeared and led the trio up to the banquet hall on the second floor.

There, Yimer saw her Uncle Ivan sitting in the seat of honor, along with a figure beside him that was fairly familiar.

Yimer’s eyes lit up immediately, "Sir Irelia, my goodness, it’s really you! I’m your diehard fan. I haven’t missed a single one of your matches. Your bravery on the duel arena is impressive—I wish I could be as fearless as you!"

The lady also sized up the three newcomers. The man was muscular with a vigilant gaze, most likely the guard captain escorted Shelly and Yimer here.

Besides him was a petite woman with lingering charm, who must have been a beauty in her youth. However, her appearance now was somewhat haggard, with a look of worry in her eyes, likely Lord Duren’s wife, Shelly.

As for the girl, with her black earcuts and bean-shaped eyebrows, she looked almost exactly like the former Imperial Forest Guard Captain—definitely Duren’s only daughter, Yimer.

Responding to her words, Irelia offered a friendly smile, "Yes, it’s me."

"And you," Yimer’s gaze shifted to Li Yu standing beside, "the foreigner in strange black clothes, always accompanying Sir Irelia.

"You must be the great emissary of Saturday in the mortal world, the spreader of miracles, the mysterious Prophet Merlin from the Double Rest Sect, right?"

"I’ve heard from my father that you use a completely unfamiliar language never seen on the Continent, but that doesn’t stop us from understanding you, which is quite miraculous."

Mentioning her father seemed to remind the girl of something, and her expression dimmed again.

"Your father was a respectable man," said Li Yu.

Ivan seemed less inclined to discuss this cousin and waved his hand toward Shelly and her entourage.

"Alright, alright, please take your seats. Everyone is finally here. Dorian, bring out the dishes. Thank the gods, we can finally start eating. I’m so hungry I could devour a cow," he said.

"Yes, my lord," Dorian, the steward of the castle, bowed and said.