The Legend of Randidly Ghosthound 3: A LitRPG Adventure by Noret Flood & puddles4263

Author:Noret Flood & puddles4263 [Flood, Noret]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aethon Books
Published: 2022-07-19T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

Everyone at the table froze. Ikaas, also having recognized Bertarn, was aghast that Helen would talk so directly to him. Turn was torn between laughing and growling in anger, and his face twisted in a very amusing fashion.

But of them all, Bertarn was the most amusing. His face was completely blank, as he seemed to struggle that someone would have the gall to say this to him. More than that, a woman said it. Perhaps he didn’t think that, Helen allowed, but he certainly looked the type who had been hiding some sort of sexism. Maybe he wanted to slap a wench’s ass while she worked in the kitchen?

Contrary to her expectations, after he had a few seconds to process her words, Bertarn didn’t get mad at all. He began to laugh, a deep belly laugh that had him bending over and slapping his knee. Turn seemed even more taken aback than Helen at his reaction, and Ikaas just laughed awkwardly along with him, carried away by her nerves.

Helen’s mouth twitched. Truly, the girl spent more time with her mother than was good for her. Your ability to think for yourself slowly fraying away. Although he seemed incredibly boring, Turn would be a good balance for her.

Straightening, Bertarn said, “Well, yes, it does suck. And thank you, I’ll have an ale.”

As if this was the most natural thing in the world, he pulled up a chair and waved a hand. It seemed this man was more famous than Helen had given him credit for, because a waiter instantly scrambled over, looking delighted at the chance to take Bertarn’s order.

Helen supposed she knew his fame, it was just so hard to keep track of all the different people Randidly beat in the Tournament.

Like a bucket of ice-cold water, it hit her that her association with him had changed her in incredible ways. He’d opened doors she never would have been able to otherwise. Her strength too. In her chest, the warm, slender flow of Aether twined around her heart.

Fucking asshole. It was annoying to stay mad at him when he was just so fucking useful.

“So, who are you two lovely ladies?” Bertarn asked politely, smiling at Ikaas before turning his gaze curiously to Helen.

She shrugged. “I’m here chaperoning these two fucking love birds. And drinking while I’m at it.”

Bertarn’s eyes changed slightly, noticing her omission of any real information about herself. He nodded, as if this was fine. “Indeed? Well, it is truly a tragedy that such a pretty lady needs to drink alone. After my loss, I have some free time. Perhaps we could make this a double date?”

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