Chapter 212 - The Gown Left Behind in the River (1/2)

The obese middle-aged woman was kicked in the belly, but fortunately, she had an extreme amount of belly fat, and although the compound owner’s lower leg strength was quite something and she woke up screaming in pain, she actually suffered little damage.

“Who kicked…” The obese woman cursed, rubbing her stomach, but when she looked up and saw it was her boss, she was shocked and immediately jumped off the bed.

Because she had been sleeping, she was barely dressed, but neither Roland nor the compound’s boss had any thoughts of that aspect at all when they saw her, and they even felt a bit nauseous.

After all, there was really nothing aesthetically pleasing about layers of overlapping fat jumping up and down in front of your eyes. “Boss, what are you doing here?”

The woman’s expression was somewhat apprehensive and ingratiating.

“This esteemed Mage has something to ask you.” The owner of the compound pointed at Roland.

The woman looked at Roland and immediately lowered her head again. It was a spellcaster that outranked even her boss, so she naturally didn’t dare to have an awful att.i.tude.

“This gown, where did you get it?” Roland held up the silk gown again and placed it in front of the woman. “I believe this is definitely not something you can afford.”

When the obese woman saw the silk gown in Roland’s hand, she immediately turned pale, jumped up, and threw herself at Roland, shouting, “That is mine, mine, give it back!”

However, just as she jumped up, she was pressed down by two blue Hands of Magic, unable to move.

The boss gulped as he watched the two huge blue translucent hands.

The fat woman, who was pressed to the ground, now finally came to her senses and remembered that she was facing a spellcaster. In the stories amongst commoners, spellcasters were terrifying, turning people into frogs or rats at every turn, then drying them out and grinding them into magic potions. They also heard that the effects of magic potions made from humans were much better than ordinary magic. In short… the image of spellcasters among commoners was extremely frightening.

“Answer me, where did you get it?” Roland asked.

Roland didn’t have much of a negative expression, not at all fierce, but this calm appearance was the calm before the storm in the eyes of the frightened woman.

She shuddered and stammered, “By the river behind the east street.”

“Tell me in detail how you found this gown.”

The fat woman was afraid that Roland would truly be infuriated and immediately recounted the process. It turned out to be yesterday morning, early in the morning, when she went to the river behind the street to wash her body after receiving some old men with little money.

It was dawn and there was no one by the river, but when she came to the river, she noticed that there seemed to be a bright light flickering on the gra.s.s on the bank, and then she walked over and found this gown.

Although she was a commoner, she was a woman and had an innate notion of whether a gown was good or not and whether it was worth anything.

She carefully folded the gown on the spot and put it inside her own clothes to cover it… She was fat and tucking another folded light silk gown inside, no one could tell from the outside that she was hiding something.

Then in this way, she took the gown back to her little room.

She tried to wear it today, but found that she was too big to fit into it, and in a depressed mood, she threw it on a chair and went to bed first.

But she never imagined that it was accidentally discovered by Roland’s magic spider.

“This thing doesn’t belong to you, I’ll take it with me first,” Roland said bluntly. “I picked that up… Sir, you can’t do that.” The obese woman made a final struggle. “Please give it back to me.”

Roland was about to go, and when he heard her say that, he smiled back and said, “You should be glad that I was the one who found this gown. If it had been found by someone else, such as the city guard Antis, you would be in prison right now, being brutally tortured.”

The obese woman was too frightened to cry out anymore. Roland said to the owner of the compound, “If you guys are smart, you better forget about this matter, or else the consequences…”

The owner of the compound turned pale. Although he was rich, he was only a merchant. Even though there was a n.o.bleman from a good family standing behind him, there was no way he would go against a Mage for him. Upon hearing this, he nodded vigorously.

Roland stored the gown in his Backpack and left the rather strange-smelling brothel compound.

As he walked, he dispelled the two magical spiders.