219 Chapter 219: Waiting (1/2)
Caesar annihilated the remaining guards within a few seconds, painting the ground red. He made sure not to allow anyone who had seen his face escape with their life. Of course, he also didn't kill any innocent people, nor pedestrians.
The group of succubi had long planned to kill him, so he did not feel remorseful when ending their miserable lives. He may have instigated the entire situation. However, who knew how many innocent men and women these guards had slain in the past. Besides, if their words held even a little bit of truth, their lord seemed to be abducting children and slaves.
Working in the mines was tedious work, especially if you weren't healthy and well-equipped. Plenty of illnesses and injuries can occur; resulting in most ordinary people to steer away from such a job.
On the other hand, excavating minerals paid excellently, so most brave miners were actually quite well-off. In contrast, Caesar highly doubted the beggars were given fair wages. Their children were most certainly taken from them, and they were forced to work in the mines. No one batted an eye because, well, beggars were the least of Limbo Kingdoms worries.
As Caesar thought to here, he finally finished sucking the blood of the last grotesque looking succubus. The blood of such creatures left a bad taste in his mouth, but he endured. Siphoned bodies littered the ground, and only a howling wind could be heard.
The nearby trees shook vigorously, and the squirrely chittered from the thick branches. Even the birds sang afitting melody with their soft tone. Nothing mourned for the creatures Caesar had slain. Instead, they were fated to lie on the ground and slowly decompose, forgotten within the sands of time.
Caesar's brows creased as he stepped over the multitude of corpses. He had already acquired quite a lot of percentage today, and his main goal was complete. Now, he just needed to check if his meeting with the boss-like figure would be taking place.
From what he currently knew, his expertise was highly sought after. Almost every single organization and country would love to have him join their ranks. It was because of this fact that Caesar was quite confident.
Even though it was implausible that he would meet the man who sat on the apex, he would at the very least, meet someone with a high position. According to the letter, they wanted him to take a seat on the council. Such a development would not hinder Caesar's plans in the slightest. In fact, it would speed them up.
Thinking to here, he hurriedly left the slums and approached the tavern that he and the three hooligans had decided upon. He walked across the bustling streets like a passing breeze, inconspicuous and unnoticed.
With the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the signboard in front of a busy inn. In a mere second, he inspected the entire board, and his eyes stayed on letter ”O” for a few moments. A small smile crept onto his lips as he continued forward.
The possibility of someone being present and attempting to discern his identity was somewhat likely. There was no need to reveal himself just yet; a foundation of trust had yet to form, after all. Even if becoming a part of their council was a good idea, he wouldn't hesitate to decline their offer if he didn't like them.
Suddenly, while Caesar was in the middle of deep contemplation, his abdomen was struck. The force caused his feet to skid across the ground and hit a nearby building. A small dwarf that was under his eye-level was huffing angrily with his fist raised in the air.