39. Singh (above)

The magical caravan grinds through the purple moss-filled valley paths, trailing behind the Thunder Rhinos as they make their way slowly. I couldn't even feel any bumps, the whole road was shattered by the heavy, huge thunder rhinos, and the huge magical wheels were moving smoothly through a valley that was so ragged with dirt and grass that it wasn't even a road. I couldn't help but marvel at the great founders. It was said that these magical caravans were the work of famous dwarven foundry masters, while the magical patterns on the caravans were designed by elven enchanters.

I had speculated about the various origins of the little Shiba Nyuni, but it had never occurred to me that she was one of the nine leaders of the dance troupe. Although the highest leader of the troupe was the mysterious Dance Maiden, there was no doubt about the power of the Seventh Maiden within the magic caravan alone. Neither Singh nor Carter said anything more about the Seven Maidens, except that if I wanted to know, I should ask the Seven Maidens myself, that they had only been asked to look after me and that it was rehearsal time for the troupe and that I should be patient.

Singh said that I had been sleeping in the bed of this red-haired beauty named Katrina for the past two days, and when he saw that there was nothing wrong with me, he paid no attention to my feelings and began to tease the long-legged beauty, saying, "Lina, the man Chiniang has chosen for you is a bit young, but he is a good cook and he knows how to care for people, my family has always praised him. When you return to the capital, you will be like your sister and become a virtuous woman."

The dormitory was small, and Singh sat across from me with his elbow on the bedside table, his jaw propped up with one hand and a slight smile in his eyes. Katrina, the redhead, sat graciously on the edge of the bed beside me, and without showing any weakness, she stretched out her white arms to enfold me in her arms, her white face pressed against mine, smiling triumphantly and saying to me, "How about you come back to the capital with me, and then I will pay for your education and marry me when you grow up?"

I was a bit helpless, thinking to myself, "Is it funny for you to molest a five-year-old like this?

I wanted to digress and asked Singh, "Sister Singh, why don't you guys go to rehearsals?"

Singh smiled and said, "I am Qiniang's personal attendant, and I am usually responsible for taking care of Qiniang's daily life and managing the daily chores of this caravan. At the moment, Qiniang and the girls are practising for the dance, so I'll take the time to come down and look after you."

Then pointing to Katrina, who was sitting next to me, she added, "She is the one assigned to look after you, and will be the one to take my place when I return to the empire and be chosen by the Seventh Maiden as the next lady-in-waiting."

We chatted over tea on this sunny afternoon, and I can say that it was one of the rare times on this road when I was so comfortable that I didn't even want to get up lazily. If we were to describe this dance company as a cabaret in the original world, then Chiniang would be considered a pillar of the company and a minor star, and Singh would be Chiniang's personal assistant, a high-earning white collar worker, but after this trip, Singh would be ready to settle down as her bride, and she would be replaced by Katrina, who was with me.

I never quite understood how a beautiful woman like Singh could have chosen Uncle Fred for her life. I don't mean that in a bad way, but even if Uncle Fred was an intermediate leatherworker, he would have had a decent job in a leather armour shop in the imperial capital, but he would never have earned as much as Singh does now. I've never met a woman who has been the mistress of a family before. Uncle Fred was banished by the great nobles of the city of Sloat, and offending a nobleman, though not illegal, is far more serious than breaking the law. What's more, he was almost a dozen years older than Singh, and in fact Uncle Fred was a mundane craftsman who had reached middle age, had seen it all, had no family fortune, had a large family to support, and had a wife and children.

It seems that Singh is very willing, which is most incomprehensible to me, and I say to myself, "Do you have any ambition left, big sister!

I definitely took the opportunity to raise the doubts in my mind. I said it euphemistically, in virtue of the fact that children can be a bit tongue-tied and not be blamed too much for saying the wrong thing, so I took the opportunity to ask boldly, "Sister Singh, how did you fall in love with Uncle Fred? Did he chase you first?"

Singh's delicate face flushed a little at my question, and a happy smile hung at the corners of her mouth.

I couldn't stand it. I said, "Sister, if you didn't pursue him, don't make it look so happy. ,.

"It's kind of like I seduced him!" The answer from Singh was obviously a little unexpected, but I saw that Katrina beside me hadn't changed much, and had been sitting on the edge of the bed with a smile on her face, her red pupils exuding a strange beauty, she obviously knew what was going on, and there was no expression of surprise on her face.

I blinked at her and waited for Singh to tell me more. Perhaps it was this boring afternoon, our conversation had been light-hearted, there are times when people talk together and once they open up and their emotions get the better of them they become a little bolder, the desire to talk comes when the conversation is open, perhaps just as if I was a child who didn't understand the world and had nothing to be ashamed of, so my eyes glanced out the window and I began to talk.

It was two years ago when the caravan arrived at the Black Iron City, the royal city of King Stan, one of the Seven Kings of the Dwarves. Not only was it a long journey, but the orc tribes had always been divided between those who were friendly to humans and those who were hostile to them, but then Leipas, the caravan's great steward, suddenly came forward and said that the route he was taking would pass through the Pai Plateau and that he would trade with the orc tribes who were friendly to humans and would guarantee the safety of the caravan with orc guides.

So after two months of preparation, the two teams set off from King Stan's Black Iron City and travelled east along the New Ciachis Mountains to make this journey for the Dance Troupe. As the personal attendant of the Seven Girls of the Dance Company, Singh has great freedom to come and go as she pleases.

The first time she interacted with Uncle Fred was when the troupe made custom leather coats to protect them from the harsh winters they had to endure on the road, and Uncle Fred, as a veteran mid-level tanner, was naturally pushed out by Master Leipas to take on the troupe's order. The leather coats were not only warm, but also beautiful, and the troupe sent their own tailors to work with the leather makers.

Later, when the merchant group was passing through the trading market in the unnamed town in the Dwarf Kingdom, Sister Singh got into a little trouble and was pestered by a drunken dwarf near the tavern. The two have since been in contact over the subsequent production of the leather jacket.

As for the seduction, Sister Singh is a bit vague about it - it was a bit of a blush, after all. But Katrina's addition to the story made it clear to me that it was in fact a seduction by Sister Singh, and that after the beautiful leather coat was made, in the small fitting room, Singh had the audacity to strip herself naked and walk out in nothing but a white fox fur coat to show Uncle Fred, which of course led to thunder and lightning, and they had sex that night.

Singh was a little embarrassed when she told me this, and her ears were red, but Katrina did tell it in such a graphic way that Sister Singh could hardly bury her head under the covers in shame at the end. From my recent encounters with Sister Singh, I could see that she was not a slut who liked to seduce men.

I think Sister Gogo is fond of me because I resemble her brother Jing, and she can remember in me the love that she once lost but did not have the time to express, and she is also talking about her longing for Jing, and I rely on her so much because at such a young age, I still have a deep-seated love for my mother. It may be a kind of trust that we have for each other, that he sees me as her own brother, and that I feel that long-lost care that seems like a mother's. That said, there is a lack in both our hearts.

Singh's fondness for me was more purely because Uncle Fred liked me, a middle-aged man who, after old Kulu and Kuz, genuinely related to me and liked me. It doesn't come across as obvious, but if you are genuinely good to me, how could I not feel it? The gentleness and virtuousness in Singh is innate in her, it is engraved in her bones.

She has her pride, she has the right to be dismissive of everyone else in the caravan, but she only likes me. Singh could be gentle and generous to anyone, and I was just the smallest and most needy of them all.

"Is there not a man in the imperial capital that Sister Singh would like? I don't think it's a bad idea, but I think Sister Singh will be able to find someone better." I said what was on my mind truthfully, wondering what it was that could make Singh lower her tone and condescend so much.

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