The pub was almost empty, except for the innkeeper and a drunk man still sleeping in the corner, his body curled up in the ashes of the fire. An old woman was kneeling on the ground and wiping the floor with her hands, her face was covered by the gray hair on the ground. Grerogan's giant axe was still resting by the fireplace where he was standing.

The daytime sunlight shines through the small perforated glass window, and the place looks completely different from last night. More than a dozen tables that initially seemed so popular seemed abandoned. The cruel sun illuminates every scar and scratch on the bar, as well as the dust on the pottery jar behind the counter. Bane thought he could see dead insects floating on top of the beer barrel. Perhaps it was a moth, he concluded.

The tavern is no longer full of people, it looks bigger and deeper. The air was filled with the sickening scent of candles and barbecue. This place has the smell of stale tobacco and spoiled wine. There is no drunken voice. When someone speaks, the place seems to echo.

"What do you two want to do?" The pub owner asked coldly. He is a big guy, getting fatter, his hair slanting across the top of his head, covering a bald class. His face was red, and small veins ruptured on his nose and cheeks. Bai En guessed that he tasted too much of his goods. Bai En ignored the pain of the tavern owner and his muscles and walked over to pick up the axe. Guerrerogan stood where Bane left him and looked around blankly.

Its weight surprised Bai En. He could hardly move it with one hand. So he changed his grip to raise it with both hands, and tried to imagine himself waving it. He found that he couldn't do it at all. The impulse on the top of its huge axe would make him unbalanced. Thinking of how Guerrerogan used it in a short time and changed his waving direction in an instant, Brian's respect for the power of the dwarf was greatly increased.

He moved it carefully with both hands, studying the blade carefully. It is made of star iron, not at all like steel in the world. Elven runes covered with silvery material with a light blue color. Its blade was as sharp as a razor, without any chipping or scratches. Although Bane thought he had seen Grerogan grinding it, it seemed that the dwarf was not grinding it.

Maybe it's oiling the axe? Bai En couldn't guess, but this somewhat satisfied his curiosity, and then he handed the axe to the oath slayer. Grerogan easily held it with one hand and then turned it in his hand as if checking what it was for. He seems to have completely forgotten how to use it. This is not a good sign.

"I said, what do you want?" The pub owner stared at them. Bai En can see that under his intimidation, he is very nervous. His face was flushed red, and there was a pinch of sweat on his upper lip. A slight tremor could be clearly heard from his voice. "We don't need people like you here. Come to our patrons for trouble."

Bai En walked over and leaned on the bar, resting his arms. "I didn't cause any trouble," he said softly. There was a threat in his voice. "But I am thinking about it now."

The man swallowed. His eyes turned to Bai En's head, but his voice seemed firmer. "Well ... penniless homeless people from the wilderness always get in trouble."

"Why are you so afraid of Little Wolfgang?" White asked suddenly. He now feels angry. There is nothing wrong with this pub owner. Obviously, Wolfgang has a certain influence in this small town, and the owner of the pub favors either side for self-interest. Bai En used to see this kind of thing in Heita before. He doesn't like it either. "Why are you lying?"

The owner of the tavern put down the cup being wiped and turned to look at Bai En. "Don't come to my tavern and say I lie. I'm going to throw you out."

When Bai En thought of the imminent violence, he felt bloody. He put his hand on the hilt. It's daytime now, but there is only one owner in the tavern, a sleepy drunkard, and an old lady wiping the floor. Even without magic, he can easily deal with this big man. His self-esteem is still stinging because he was beaten the night before, and he wants to avenge someone. "Why don't you do that?"

He felt someone pull his arm. This is Grerogan. "Come on, Bai En. We don't want to cause trouble. We have to leave to go to the mountains."

"Yes, why don't you listen to your children and leave before I give you a etiquette class?"

He felt that his feet were sliding and could not gain friction, so Guerrerogen dragged him irresistibly towards the door.

"Why did everyone I meet here give me a etiquette class?" Bai En asked when he was dragged outside.

Greta waited for them on the corner near the gate. She was standing next to a striped canvas stall, and a pastry chef was setting up the stall, looking forward to the beginning of the day. Her eyes were swollen, as if she had cried. Bai En noticed a bruise on her neck and someone was holding her tightly. Scratches caused by nails also appeared. Her hair was in a mess and her clothes were torn, as if someone was anxious to take it off.

"What's wrong?" Bai En asked. He was still angry with the hotel owner, and things happened so suddenly. She looked at him and seemed to want to cry, but her face became stiff.

"Nothing," she said. The streets began to be filled with freemen who came to sell eggs and produce. Early morning pedestrians stared at them; beaten homeless people and painful tavern girls. A cart collecting feces rumbled past. Bai En covered her mouth to resist the stench. Grey Logan just stared blankly at the wheels of the carriage, watching them rumble past, fascinated.

"Did someone attack you?" He asked, trying to make his voice sound softer because he had seen how upset she was.

"No. No one attacked me." Her voice was hollow. He had seen similar expressions on the faces of survivors after the massacre of the abandoned castle occupied by Baron von Held. Maybe she was frightened.

"What happened last night?"

"It's nothing!"

The accumulated anger in his heart began to concentrate on her, and she deliberately did not communicate with him, making her a target of anger he could hardly suppress. He realized how unhappy he was being beaten. He was upset not only because of the pain, but also because of his own helplessness. He tried not to get angry with her.

"So what do you want me to do, Greta?" His voice was angry and bitter ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ He wanted to focus on his goals and had nothing to do with other people's problems. Pain, fatigue and anger weakened his compassion.

"You are going out of town, are you? Take me with you." It was almost a pleading, an expression of her emotions that was closest to her since the conversation began.

"I'm going to the mountain to find Claytonman's sungrass. This will be very dangerous. Last time I was there, we encountered a large group of aberrations. I can't take you right now. But I'm coming back to cure Gray Logan. We will continue northwards at that time. If you want, you can go with us then. "

He really didn't like taking this **** the long and dangerous road to Heidelberg. He neither wants to take the risk nor look after her on the road, but he feels that he owes her something, at least to make this suggestion. Even if she will become their burden.

"I want to go with you now," she said. She was almost crying. "I can't stay here anymore."

Once again, Bai En felt that his anger was slowly burning, and he himself was surprised by his insensitivity. "No. Wait here. We just go up the mountain. We only leave for one day. We will come back to find you. Beware that Grerogan is bad enough. I really can't take you away now. It's too dangerous."

"You can't keep me here, you can't be with Wolfgang." She said suddenly. "He is a monster ..."

"Go to the alchemist, Claytonman. He is your friend. He will take care of you until we come back."

She seemed to want to say something more, but she saw the cold expression on his face and turned and ran. Seeing her disappear in the street, Bai En felt guilty. He wanted to call her back loudly, but by the time he made a decision, she was gone.

Bai En shrugged and walked towards the gate.