"Yes, yes.. I am back. I have got so things for you that can help you find that woman," said Lyla. She sat down on her chair and put a wooden box next to her.
She chuckled and facepald herself. "But I just realized you haven't really eaten anything. I am such a bad host. You should eat first and then we can discuss the work after dinner with more wine. Then... you can sleep on it and let know your decision tomorrow. What do you think?"
"Sounds good," said Emlyn. She had lost her appetite but she forced herself to eat her al. This was not ti to be weak. She had to find the Leoraleis and at the sa ti avoid being captured.
They continued eating without saying anything. All of them seed to want to hurry so they could get to the main topic. Once the food was cleared from the table, Lyla motioned Anna and Lucia to leave them and gave them privacy.
"Okay, where were we?" she asked Emlyn.
"You said you have so things to help find the woman," said Emlyn. She poured wine for all of them and crossed her arms on her chest, paying full attention to what Lyla was going to say.
"Yeah, I do." Lyla opened the wooden box's lid and showed the content of the box. She chuckled when she did that. "I have her picture with . We can easily find her with it."
She took out sothing and gave it to Emlyn.
"L-Lyla...." Emlyn felt her throat choked when she saw what the brothel owner gave her. She swallowed hard.
CLANG
Mrs. Adler gasped and she dropped her cup to the floor. It hit the floor with a loud thud and splashing of the wine.
Lyla laughed so hard when she saw their reaction and waved nonchalantly. "Don't worry about it. We have a lot of cups. Gosh... your reaction just now is priceless. I am sorry for laughing. That was funny as hell."
"Lyla..." Emlyn put down her cup on the table and gave back the hand mirror that the older woman gave her earlier. She stared at Lyla seriously. "What do you want?"
"I don't want money if that's what you're worried about," said Lyla, still with a huge smile on her face. "I will not sell you out. I just wanted to show you how vulnerable you are to getting found."
She added, this ti no longer smiling, "Stop using the na Lestat Sovie, the bounty hunters know your father's na and the fact that you often dress up as a man. If I can recognize you, I am sure other smart people can too."
"Oh..." Emlyn was really shocked. She had always used the na Lestat Sovie during her travels, but that was before Winterre beca significant after the kingdom was conquered by Draec.
She admitted that Lyla was right. Now that two people were after her, they must provide all details that could make those bounty hunters recognize her. They would provide her picture, her physical descriptions, her habit, and the fact that she could disguise herself as a man.
She gritted her teeth. This must be her husband's doing. The hatred and grudge she had in her heart were burning again.
"Thank you for letting know. I will stop using the na Lestat. You are right." Emlyn downed her wine. "When did you know that I am the person they are looking for?"
Lyla shrugged. "I saw the picture and I realized it sowhat looks so familiar. When I heard you ca, your na imdiately gave you away, at least to . I think it is fate."
"Oh..." Emlyn realized her decision to use her father's na was a bad idea now. She decided to change it. Hmm.. maybe her appearance too? "Is there anything else do you have on ?"
"Yeah, most of those hunters have your pictures, so they could kind of figure out the sa thing," Lyla said sympathetically. "I think it is for the best if you faked your death. That way both parties will stop chasing you."
Emlyn almost spouted her wine when she heard Lyla's suggestion.
Faking her death? Again?
Goodness!
"Do you an, I should give you my personal items and let you put them on a body that looks like .... and make people think I am dead?" Emlyn looked at Lyla intently. "Is that what you want?"
Lyla nodded. "Yes. Do you have sothing on you that no one in the world would have and can be used to claim your identity?"
Emlyn nodded weakly. "I do."
She still had her wedding ring. She hid it after she was locked up for murder. She hung it around her neck with a leather string. If worse ca to the worst... she could fake her death again, and this ti she would be convincing because there would be a body.
"Good. Then, you should give it to ," said Lyla. She reached out her hand and made a gesture for Emlyn to hand over the item she referred to. "I will take care of this matter for you."
Emlyn didn't imdiately give her ring to Lyla. She still wanted to know why Lyla did this.
"Don't you want to get 51,000 gold coins?" she asked the brothel owner sternly. "Don't tell you don't like money. You could sell out and beco rich. As you said, that much money can buy you a kingdom."
"I did say that..." Lyla nodded. She also looked serious and firm, like Emlyn. "However, it was a lie. I am rich enough for my standard. Why would I need that much gold? To beco a robbery target every day? No, thank you."
"So, what do you want? Don't tell you are helping without wanting anything in return."
"Ouch... I am hurt," Lyla pursed her lips. "Sotis I do help people sincerely, out of the kindness of my heart."
"Are you willing to swear by your life that you really want to help without a hidden agenda?" Emlyn narrowed her eyes dangerously. "If you lied to , you will die a horrible death and your insides will be eaten by dogs and you will be buried in an unmarked grave."
Lyla's eyes widened in fear. "Goodness! You really know how to curse soone. Okay... you win. I do want sothing out of this."
Emlyn scoffed and tapped her slender fingers on the table. "I am listening. Tell your hidden agenda."
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