Chapter 111: Arrival (1/2)

Anurad, at a small tavern near the Unnamed Town.

In actuality, it was also quite inaccurate to just call it tavern, mainly because no person would choose to set up a regular tavern here in the middle of nowhere, where even the nearest city was more than ten kilometers away.

If it were to be compared with the novel Water Margin, this sort of place was definitely the type of shady place to serve its patrons human meat buns and dubious drinks made from unknown materials.

At this moment, this tavern was filled with people, and seemed quite lively.

Suddenly, the door was opened, letting in the snow and freezing winds that seemed too out of place in the warm tavern.

Entering the tavern together with the snow was a man in a thick trench coat, its high collar not only covering his neck but also half of his face too.

Hanging at his hip was a sword that was the color of blood, and he wore a leather hat on his head, making him look like a regular mercenary. Under the shadow cast by his hat, however, weren’t the cloudy and unfocused eyes of a mercenary, but were instead a pair of piercing eyes that were so bright that they were blinding.

The barkeep who was wiping a cup only met with his gaze for a moment before he felt as if he was being stabbed with swords, making him lower his head immediately and avoid the other man.

“This tavern of yours is quite special, isn’t it?” The man sat down by the bar, glancing over at the silver statue of a lion that was placed on the far right side of the counter. “Aren’t you supposed to place the statue of the Goddess of Prosperity over there?”

“The boss likes this one better.” The barkeep replied with a courteous smile, before continuing, “What can I get you?”

“The beef steak set,” the man replied coldly.

The barkeep’s motions of wiping the cup stopped. “How do you want it?”

“Medium rare on a slow roast.” The man continued.

A drop of sweat trailed down the barkeep’s forehead, before squeezing out a somewhat forced smile and continuing, “Alright, coming right up…”

“No no no, that’s not the correct answer!” The man laughed, and continued in a familiar tone as if he were a teacher talking to his student, “Now, you should say, ‘My heart and my soul are as clean and polished as a mirror,’ and I should reply with, ‘All my actions are according to justice, and crystal clear.’ Then, you should let me see the list of judgement, no?”

Seeing that the man already knew his true identity, the barkeep didn’t bother putting up the facade anymore, immediately taking out a battleaxe from under the counter, before shouting, “Judgement!” and swinging his axe in the direction of the man.

This shout of the barkeep seemed to be a signal, and the next moment almost all of the patrons of the tavern all stood up from their seats and flashed their weapons, shouting, “Judgement!” before all attacking the man!

The reason why the word ‘almost’ was used was because in a corner there was a player with a white name above his head that was really just a customer of the tavern. As everyone in the tavern stood up all of a sudden, he could only watch with a dumbfounded expression at all of the others, the words ‘What is happening?”Why am I here?'”Who am I?’ practically written on his face.