Yarra's Adventure Notes-Chapter 142 - 6 Knight Dora_1

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The feminine voice caused the tavern to fall silent once again.

"Clik-clak, clik-clak," the sound of high heels stepping on the wooden stairs outside the front door echoed in the silence. With a thud, the door to the Blood Drinking Blade Tavern was kicked open from the outside. The rays from the setting sun streamed in from the opened door, illuminating the interior of the tavern.

The first thing that caught everyone’s attention was a pair of legs, shrouded in black stockings. They were long, slender, straight and well-proportioned with no excess fat. The calf was thin and long, and the muscles were firm and full, conveying explosive power. Black stockings clad the legs up to the thighs. On her dainty feet were glossy black high heels, and the nearly ten cm sharp heels kept the feet elegantly erect, accentuating the beautiful lines of her legs.

"Clik-clak, clik-clak." As the sound of the heels striking the floor echoed through the room, the owner of the long legs sauntered into the tavern under the lingering light of the sunset. She appeared to be a female knight, dressed in a single layer of chain mail, but this chain mail was clearly modified. Some parts of the upper body chain mail were noticeably tightened, clinging closely to her body, and perfectly revealing the curves of her upper torso. The chain mail skirt was also deliberately shortened, its coverage reduced from the original knee-length to less than half of her thighs. Together with the black stockings, these alterations made her stunning legs even more provocative.

What was even more surprising was that there was a slit in the side of the chain mail skirt, which was made up of super durable yet highly elastic Gigantic Bat Lizard back skin. This design allowed the chain mail skirt to tightly envelop her thighs whilst facilitating free movement of her legs, even enabling her to perform high kicks and other extreme movements.

This ravishing female knight was tall, and with her high heels on, she stood close to 190 cm tall. The rosy flush on her face matched her wheat-coloured skin, and her long curly brown hair bounced playfully on her chest with each stride she took.

No sword hung in her belt, only a rolled-up black whip attached to it. One hand held a bottle of liquor, and from time to time, she swigged it as she swayed her way in, her eyes scanning the surroundings.

"Is no one going to admit it?" The female knight’s voice was low, husky, and laced with a hint of intoxication, "Then I’ll just have to start the search myself."

Before the words had fully left her mouth, the mercenaries barely had a chance to see her move before several of their comrades who had previously encouraged the young mercenary were swept off the floor, tossed into the air and, after landing at the entrance, piled one on top of the other. The only surviving young mercenary glanced at the vacant area around him, gave an awkward smile, and obediently ran to the entrance and leapt onto the top of the pile.

"You morons." The female knight belched, "Run 50,000 meters tomorrow. Don’t eat lunch if you don’t finish. Now, scram."

"Yes, Captain Dora." The pile of mercenaries quickly scrambled up and vanished from the tavern as quickly as a shot rabbit.

"Then it’s your turn." The female knight Dora staggered over to the bar, standing next to Pannis and slapped the counter, "Stop causing trouble in here."

"Whoa." Pannis turned to face her, fork and knife in hand, mouth stuffed with lamb, innocent eyes blinking. He managed to swallow his food and whistled flirtatiously, "Great wine, a 3681 vintage Senton malt, lovely aroma. Hmmm, and also, thirty-six...twenty-six...thirty-six, impressive."

"Hey, Pannis, what are those numbers?" Vivian sipped her grape juice and her lips were stained red by the drink, "A password?"

"Yes, a password." Pannis nodded seriously, "A very important password."

"You jerk." Knight Dora remained in her original pose, her upper body steady, but her slender leg shot out without warning, the razor-sharp point of her high heel whipping towards Pannis’ face. Squawking out a startled yelp, Pannis clumsily raised his hand to shield his face. The black-stockinged leg stopped abruptly before striking him. Pannis hastily raised the hand that held the fork, pointing it at the ankle clad in black stockings, where it was less than five cm away. Similarly, the tip of her shoe was also less than five cm from Pannis’ face.

"How dare you, your miserable soul, it’s twenty-five!" It seemed Dora felt insulted. She yelled out in fury, her leg, high in the air, paused briefly before it snapped back up suddenly like lightning, tracing an arc in the air before coming crashing down again like a great axe.

"Help!" Pannis quickly covered his head and timidly hunched over the counter. Again, her leg halted midway, this time due to Pannis’ raised right hand, which brandished a dining knife pointed at her Achilles’ tendon.

"Heh, you’re an interesting guy." Knight Dora chuckled with a hazy smile, and tilted her raised leg slightly to dodge Pannis’ knife. Carefully lowering her leg, she draped it over Pannis’ shoulder, with her upper body leaning forward, the weight pushing down on Pannis. Reaching out a hand, she gently ran it across Pannis’ shoulder, "What is your name?"

"Hey, you." Sitting next to Pannis, Vivian swiftly turned around to face Dora. Looking at her with a displeased expression, she said, "What do you think you’re doing? Do you have any idea how you...you...you..."

"Licentious." Lina elegantly put down her knife and fork, picking up her napkin and delicately dabbing her mouth before articulating the word.

"Right, licentious." Vivian nodded, "Please remove your leg."

"Huh? Jealous?" Dora taunted, her waist flexible as if it contained no bones, letting her lean over to Vivian while keeping her leg elevated. From this vantage point, she looked down at Vivian, her boozy breath hitting Vivian’s face, "Could it be that he’s not just your comrade but also your little..."

"That’s not true." Vivian turns her head away, denying loudly.

"Why are you angry then?" Dora makes an interesting comment to Vivian: "Look, some people seem to be really enjoying it."

Vivian follows Dora’s line of sight, and there’s Pannis, eyeing the long, straight legs on his shoulder. His eyes curve into crescent moons, and he is about to drool.

"Hey, hey." Vivian’s eyebrows shoot up in anger. She slams the table hard, "Pannis, you big idiot."

"Ahem." Pannis immediately wipes away his goofy expression, straightens up, clears his throat a couple of times and sits upright, his face serious and gaze fixed. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

"Oh ho ho, the possessiveness of youth, eh." Dora laughs heartily, again nearing Vivian’s face, extending a finger and lightly taps the girl’s chest. "Do you want big sis to teach you some adult things?"

"Ahhhhh!" Vivian’s face instantaneously reddens and she jumps up, stuttering, "You pervert, stay away from me."

"Hehehe." Dora laughs unabashedly, feeling the rush of mana gathering in Vivian’s body, and so, she retracts her long legs, quickly taking two steps back. She playfully says, "Our little mage is angry, hehe."

"Sigh." Catherine, who had been quietly minding her food, can’t stand it anymore. She sighs and says hesitantly, "Dora, aren’t you done fooling around?"

"Eh?" Dora abruptly stops, twisting her neck bit by bit towards Catherine, somewhat incredulously, "Is that...Senior Catherine?"

"It’s me." Catherine puts down her fork and knife, slowly turns around and in doing so, her hand rests on the hilt of her knight sword.

"Wow, it really is Senior." Dora cheers, jumping up like a child in excitement, extends her arms and lunges at Catherine.

"Keep your distance." Catherine, seemingly prepared, draws her sword reflexively, calmly raises her one-handed sword with her arm extended. The tip of her sword is pointed at Dora’s chest. Looking at Dora’s claw-like hands, clearly aimed at her own chest, Catherine can’t help but sigh again, saying gloomily, "It’s been years and you haven’t changed at all."

"Hehe, hehe." Dora moves her hands in the air, laughing dryly, "It was an accident. Sis, you know, just an accident."

"Accident, huh? Hehe, hehe." Catherine sneers at Dora, swinging her sword in a backhand stroke, smacking Dora’s hip hard, "Sit quietly on one side."

"Yes, yes." Dora nods her head, laughing, and suddenly swings her long, black whip back, throwing it in the air at a speed which normal professionals couldn’t see, "What are you looking at? You guys, get on with your meal."

"Heeheehee." The mercenaries, who had been enjoying the free show all this time, laugh quietly and lower their heads, focusing on their food.

"This is Dora, a junior from the Knight Academy when I was in advance studies." Catherine introduces the female knight to the others, somewhat vexed, "She is quite strong, but has some... nasty habits."

"Hehe, Sis." Dora tries to get close to Catherine again, but once again, gets shooed away. So, she pulls up a chair as close to Catherine’s tolerance as she can manage, chuckling, "I never thought I’d see you again, sis. I haven’t forgotten you for a day since you left."

"Thanks, I wish you’d forgotten about me the day after." Catherine rubs her forehead sighing, "Dora is a Gold Rank knight too, and now it looks like...a mercenary. Dora, this is Lina, a Gold Rank priestess of the Earth Goddess, a sage. And that’s Vivian, a Gold Rank Alchemist. The other one is Pannis, the explorer."

"Hmm, Sis, you’re pretty protective of Mr. Pannis, huh." Dora giggles, covering her mouth, "You introduced him so casually, are you worried I’d take an interest in him?"

"She might be protecting you, you know." Catherine moans, "I think if you two were to meet, it would be like a total disaster. Let’s forget it. Let’s talk business. Are you working with the Silver Lily Mercenary Corps now?"

"Yes." Dora drops the playful act and says seriously, "I’m the captain of the second squad in the Silver Lily Mercenary Corps."