Chapter 222 Searching for demons 2 (1/2)

Mars walked into the border town as he wondered where he could get the most reliable information about the caravan that most likely had headed through the town about two months ago.

'Well I suppose I could use my two necklaces… But first let's try the bar.'

He quickly found a local bar and walked inside and took a seat at the counter as he sharpened his ears and picked up most of what was being talked about inside the bar.

”Can I get you something?”

Mars looked up and saw who most likely was the owner of the bar behind the counter, she was wearing an apron and was in the posses of polishing a glass with a piece of cloth.

”Yes, a beer please.”

”Okay, one second... Here you go.”

After the owner served Mars the glass of beer she stood and watched him for a moment before she spoke.

”Can't say I have seen your face before, just arrived in town?”

”Yeah something like that, truth is I'm looking for someone.”

”Oh maybe I can help?”

Mars sipped his beer before he spoke again.

”He's a member of a caravan escort, the caravan should have passed through here about two months ago.”

”I see... Well we get a lot of caravans, can you be more specific?”

”It should have been the only one from the wasteland.”

”Oh... That caravan... Yeah it passed through town about two months ago just like you said, but what is it to you why are you looking for this guy?”

”Well he owes me cel and I plan to collect.”

”I see... Well I am afraid I can't tell you where the caravan headed, I kept my distance from that one.”

”Okay that's fine... Thanks for the beer.”

Mars downed his beer and left some cel on the counter, before he turned and left the bar behind while he mentally organised his information.

'So it did pass through here two months ago... I'm not likely to get more accurate information from another bar.... Let's try the guild next.'

Mars walked up the main road until he spotted the two guilds, one on each side of the road, they were the hunters guild and the mercenaries guild, Mars walked into the mercenaries guild and lined up in queue as he waited for his turn at the reception. Soon it was almost his turn but then something stopped him from seeing the receptionist, it was a man in his 20's, he wore leather armor and carried a sword on his hip. The man stood leaning on the reception desk and tried to flirt with the pretty receptionist, asking her out to eat only to be declined over and over again, but it seemed like this guy's face was made of stone as he just kept shamelessly asking her out. Mars noticed that the oh so welcoming smile on the pretty receptionist face seemed more and more cramped and gave a sigh before he called out.

”Oi.”

The man turned around, Mars noticed he had a golden mercenary tag hanging out of his clothes for all to see.

”What is it, can't you see that the great me is busy!?”

Mars gave a mental sigh before he spoke in a flat tone.

”The lady is not interested in whatever you are trying to sell her, so move along before I make you.”

The man instantly went red in the face before he yelled while spewing saliva.

”W-WHO are you to judge what the lady wants you filthy mercenary!?”

Mars dodged the saliva with paper thin margins before he gave a sigh.

”Don't say I didn't warn you...”

Mars stepped in and before the man had any change to react Mars punched him 'lightly' in his stomach, making him kneel over before he grabbed him by the neck and then simply threw him out of the guild making him land face first in the mud on the street outside the guild. After that display Mars turned to the receptionist and gave a slight smile before he discreetly showed her his golden guild tag.

”I'm here for some information.”

The receptionist woke up from her dazed state and gave a nod before she gestured for Mars to follow her into a back room, Mars gave a nod and followed after her, meanwhile another guild employee took over as receptionist. Mars followed after the receptionist into the back room where two couches stood facing each other with a table in the middle, the receptionist sat down in one of the couches and Mars sat down in the other.

”First I would like to privately thank you for what you just did.”