The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 191: My turn is coming.

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 prime minister melted in horror as the realization of the mistake he had made sunk in.

"Ah, you have found some of our treasures indeed, it is the finest cheese in all the land. Not even the royal kitchen has cheese this tasty. I 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 some cheese. We have enough to feed the kingdom for a year."

Prime Minister 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 I 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 prime minister’s face turned red shame.

"Help yourselves to some cheese 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.

Prime minister 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 prime minister. "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 prime minister again. "Lord Windrider, it is time to go."

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

He stepped back and toasted to the prime minister.

Defeated, the prime minister 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 prime minister’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 prime minister’s face. When will it be our turn to make these same accusations 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. I 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 prime minster’s source of wealth with some members of the organization.

"I took advantage of the ongoing renovations at his estate to bury some unmarked gold in the floors of his house. Just wait, when their turn comes, I 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 prime minister’s hole filled undergarments." She threw a wine glass to the ground.

Everyone could tell that it would take sometime for 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 become familiar with that look to, she could not wait to see what her mother came up with. "On that note, we should be leaving right now. I have a lot of things I 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 name urgently.

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 come up with better names for these devices. Even though she was avoiding using modern earth terms in order to hide the secret of her transmigration, she could not simply call everything crystal this or crystal that.

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 come up with a name for 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.

Emmah did not have time to worry about the things Sigrid was worried about at the moment. She was sobbing and seething at the same time. Despite the fact that the king was the one that ordered for her to be lashed, her anger was somehow focused on Sigrid.

"I am a transmigrator, I should the heroine of this world. I deserve to be the crown princess. I am more beautiful than she is, the Windrider family is as powerful as the Thorin family. Why are things not working out for me but working in her favor?" she muttered. "Why, why?" she looked at the sky and screamed.

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