Chapter 122 - The Man Who Lives on the Peak, Return to the Cult (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Mike wanted to laugh.

Judging from Allen’s appearance, a sharpshooter had nothing to do with being “handsome”.

Look at him.

His cheeks were always flushed red because he was always drunk.

His eyelids never seemed to open.

His stubble and hair were always in a messy state that made him looked as if he was a homeless man.

Therefore, Allen’s words were not persuasive at all.

Of course, Mike did not come to him for this. He just wanted to ask about something.

“Hello, Allen. I want to ask you about someone.”

Mike took the rum from the bartender’s tray, put it on the table, and pushed it in front of Allen.

As an alcoholic, Allen naturally would not refuse this glass of rum.

He immediately picked up the glass and gulped down a large mouthful.

The rum in the glass immediately dropped by more than half.

Allen looked at Mike with a burning gaze and did not say anything.

Mike understood and turned his head with a smile.

“Another glass of rum. Oh right, give this little tree spirit a glass of beer.”

The book said that plants liked to drink beer. Perhaps many people did not know about this, but Mike happened to see it, so he knew about it.

The little tree spirit Stone asked curiously, “What is beer?”

“Beer?”

Mike smiled and touched its head. “A drink that can replenish nutrients for you.”

“Cool, I can’t wait to try it.”

The little tree spirit Stone jumped off Mike’s shoulder and laid on the bartender’s table.

Allen, on the other hand, said very cooperatively,

“Thank you for your rum, then… may I ask what God Slayer wants to know?”

Allen said absent-mindedly while tasting the remaining rum in the cup as he looked at the bar counter.

Mike looked at the drunkard in front of him and mentioned a name with a smile and a calm tone.

“Kordontimus.”

At this moment, Allen froze.

His gaze turned from a drunken haze to an eagle-like sharpness.

His expression changed from a cynical teasing to an unprecedented seriousness.

He looked at Mike and asked word by word,

“Where did you learn this name? Why are you looking for him?”

The smile on Mike’s face became even more obvious.

From Allen’s reaction, it could be seen that the king’s information was correct.

“To tell you the truth, I heard it from the king.

“There is a strong man named Kordontimus who left behind a sheepskin scroll. It seems that those who have the scroll can learn from Kordontimus.”

As he spoke, he took out the sheepskin scroll, but he did not hand it to Allen. He only gave Allen a glance.

However, this glance made Allen’s eyes reveal a hint of surprise.

“That’s right, I this sheepskin scroll, it’s the only one in the world…

“I mean, I didn’t expect that someone can actually obtain this.”

Mike smiled as he put away the scroll and said,

“In the eyes of those who pursue power, this scroll is priceless.

“But in the eyes of many people, power is not as important as money. Perhaps someone accidentally obtained it and sold it for a good price, who knows?

“None of this is important. Now that it’s in my hands, can you lead the way?”

The second glass of rum was delivered by the bartender, but Allen did not continue drinking.

He just looked at Mike. Only the little tree spirit was left at the bar with a happy sigh after tasting the beer.

After a while, Allen took out a crumpled cigarette from his waist and lit it up.

He took a deep breath, then looked at Mike and said,

“I can tell you his approximate location, but I won’t take you there. Or rather, I never want to see him again.”

“Why?” Mike showed an interested look.