The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 191: My turn is coming.

Duke Thorin opened a bottle of wine and handed out glasses to every Thorin that could drink. They watched in

delicious glee as the prminister melted in horror as the realization of the mistake he had made sunk in.

"Ah, you have found sof our treasures indeed, it is the finest cheese in all the land. Not even the royal

kitchen has cheese this tasty. | don’t know if that is a crime, my duchess is it a crime?" he turned to his wife.

Duchess made a small hissing sound, she turned her head from side to side. On her face was a minor frown as

she appeared to be pondering deeply. "Well, we can always give him scheese. We have enough to feed the

kingdom for a year."

PrMinister Windrider was enraged, "Where is the gold? Where are you hiding it?" he growled out.

"There," Elowin blinked innocently and pointed at the single trunk of gold. "That is gold. Am | missing

something?" He looked around at the others as if he was confused.

The gold he was pointing to had been examined, it had the mark of Eldoria’s bank. It was obviously not illegally

gotten gold or gold nuggets from a mine.

The Thorin’s snickered while the prminister's face turned red shame.

"Help yourselves to scheese and wine, nobody should call us greedy." Lady Iryne gestured at the knights.

The servants distributed the cheese and wine to them.

"Let’s return." The mage knight told the rest.

Prminister Windrider was unwilling to surrender, he looked at the retreating knights with storm filled eyes as

if he wanted to conjure an actual storm that would swallow them. "Where are you going? We have not searched

everywhere?"

The mage knight who was atop the back of a magical horse turned back and sneered at the prminister. "The

search ends here and we do not take orders from you." His eyes moved to the Thorin’s. "Our apologies, we had

orders that could not be ignored." His eyes also found the prminister again. "Lord Windrider, it is tto go."

Before he could go, Duke Thorin had a word for the prminister. "You have your turn today, my turn is

coming."

He stepped back and toasted to the prminister.

Defeated, the prminister retreated with the rest of the knights. The servants started restoring everything to

order and the Thorin’s sat down in chairs, watching their plantation with joyful eyes. None of the knights had

thought to dig up the coffee trees. Somewhere in the plantation however was another cellar, one filled to the

brim with gold.

It never crossed the prminister's mind to wonder why the Thorin’s faithfully tilled the ground and took care

of the coffee plantation. Which nobles that could afford a hundred servants woke up at cock’s crow to till the land

in person?

The reason why this gold was hidden there and not the bank was because Sigrid wanted an emergency reserve.

If she ever lost access to the bank of fate, at least she would not lose all of her fortune.

"That was fun." Sigrid said.

Elowin guffawed, "I did enjoy seeing that look on defeated on the scheming prminister's face. When will it be

our turn to make these saccusations against him before the king?"

"Whenever grandpa feels like it, we have all the proof we need anyway, we don’t even need to forge it because

he has secret mines. He is the biggest supplier of obsidian crystals, aquamarine gems and emeralds in the

kingdom. | cannot believe that this secret has been kept so well through the years." Sigrid poured herself some

more wine.

"He kills a few miners to warn others to keep their mouths shut." John offered the answer.

He knew this because he had been investigating the prminster’s source of wealth with smembers of the

organization.

"| took advantage of the ongoing renovations at his estate to bury sunmarked gold in the floors of his

house. Just wait, when their turn comes, | will poke holes in his undergarments and hung them around the city."

Lady Iryne shared in a deeply resentful voice.

The image of the red knights holding her undergarments would forever be seared in her brain.

"I will hire a few jesters and have them spread the news of the prminister's hole filled undergarments." She

threw a wine glass to the ground.

Everyone could tell that it would take sometfor her to calm down. When she was angry, there was no pulling

her back until she plotted her revenge successfully.

"Who need jesters when you have television?" Elowin asked.

Lady Iryne sat up, put her hands together and started tapping her fingers. On her face was a devious smile as

she planned out how she would bring the Windrider house to shame. So much so that they would be afraid to

step out of their house for a while.

"I know that look." Lord Paxton sighed.

Sigrid had becfamiliar with that look to, she could not wait to see what her mother cup with. "On that

note, we should be leaving right now. | have a lot of things | must oversee."

She hugged her family members, one by one, looked back at the spot where the hidden gold was and them left

arm in arm with Roland.

"Siggy, hold up." She had not gone far when Elowin run after her calling her nurgently.

He caught up to her and quickly said, "You said you had the drawings for a workable communication

crystal...err..crystal phone."

"In the carriage." she said.

She led him to the carriage while

thinking that they should cup

with better names Qppsedvites

FEN TD SHeW S avoiding using

odern earth terms in order to hide

the secret of her transmigration, she

could not simply call everything

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The transmigrator in Medoris was not wise, she had named it the mobile phone. Had she been in such a hurry to

give herself away or did she think she was the only transmigrator on the continent?

"Elowin, you should have the mages cup with a nfor it when all is said and done."

"Can't we call it crystal phone? It is made from crystals after all."

She frowned, just a little bit. "No, we already have people calling television crystal vision. We can’t just slap the

word crystal on everything. Mages should be more creative."

She was determined to detach modern names from these inventions. It was already a miracle that Emmah had

not figured out the television thing.

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about the things Sigrid was worried

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heroine of this world. | deserve to be

the crown princess. | am more, m

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she muttered. "Why, why?" she

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