The Bloodstained War God's Whereabouts

By the time Galan returned to the Inn and put his things away, the sun was almost setting.

"So he didn't come back after all? Then Frog must have taken Lia out to eat."

He waited in the room for a long time, but saw no sign that Lia was coming back.

In that case, I don't need to worry about her dinner. After all, Frog is so rich, Lia will definitely eat better than if she were with me.

Right now, they might be enjoying high-end food in some magnificent hall.

As for myself... If Lia isn't around, I'd definitely rather go check out the famous tavern in [Äußerst].

"Let me think, where was that shop Frog mentioned again...?"

After leaving the Inn, Galan walked along a relatively unfamiliar road until he reached a wide alley where he found a shop that was open for business.

The sign at the entrance of the shop features a large beer mug, clearly indicating that it is a pub.

"Not bad! Much cleaner than those taverns in Rogley."

Although it was only at first glance, Galan could clearly see that the shop was regularly cleaned and maintained; otherwise, it would be impossible to keep the shop so tidy.

As soon as you push open the shop door, a strong smell of alcohol hits you.

The noise was accompanied by a cacophony of arguments and betting sounds. The pub was clearly doing good business; it wasn't peak time for the pub, but most of the seats were full.

Frog was clearly right; this place was undoubtedly one of the best taverns in Äußerst.

"The situation inside is pretty much the same..."

Galan smiled, went to the front desk and asked for a small bucket of ale and a clean glass.

I randomly picked a clean table and sat down.

It's such a nostalgic atmosphere; back then, Glenn's face was always right across from me at this time.

After completing a task or doing something together, Glenn would always invite Galan to go to the tavern for a night.

In his words, "Drinking together is the best way for men to strengthen their relationship."

However, Galan thought the guy was just having a bout of alcohol addiction.

Galan wasn't really a fan of alcohol; he didn't dislike it, but he gradually got used to going to taverns because Glenn always dragged him there.

I wonder how that guy is doing now.

"Hey, do you guys know what?"

Suddenly, the commotion of a middle-aged man at the next table caught Galan's attention.

He suddenly lowered his voice and scanned the people at the table with an extremely fearful look.

The group of people, who were enjoying their drinks, felt uneasy after he glanced at them like that, and involuntarily lowered their bodies to lean closer to the man.

What's wrong?"

"Has something terrible happened?"

The two people sitting next to him shifted their chairs nervously, wondering what the man was about to say.

Seeing that everyone was in the mood and the atmosphere was just right, the man put down his wine glass, his fingers tapping restlessly on the edge of the table. In an almost trembling voice, he revealed his secret. "You'd never know that someone recently encountered a great Demons a little to the north!"

"The Great Demons!!"

The drunkards around him were taken aback at first when they heard what the middle-aged man said, and then they burst into laughter.

One person even spat out the wine he had just drunk, "Heh heh! I think you've gone mad from drinking too much! How could a great Demons possibly appear near [Äußerst]?! Lady Serie is guarding this place right now."

The people around him echoed his sentiments, clearly disdainful of the middle-aged man's words, believing it to be nothing more than a joke circulating somewhere to scare children.

In the current situation, even with the Demon King's Army launching a fierce offensive, they dare not easily venture into the influence range of [Äußerst], and the reason is self-evident.

No Demons who knows Serie's name would do such a foolish thing, not even the Demon King.

The man, however, claimed that news of a great Demons had appeared nearby, which sounded utterly ridiculous.

It's likely that not only them, but everyone in the tavern would react the same way they did if the news were told.

But after hearing this, Galan put down his wine glass and glanced at the table almost imperceptibly out of the corner of his eye.

"No! It's really not a lie. That person is an old friend of mine. He saw that great Demons with his own eyes... what was his name again...?"

The middle-aged man slammed his hand on the table, explaining somewhat flusteredly. His indignant expression startled the others.

But when it came time to say the name, he hesitated, as if he couldn't remember it.

"Shouting? What are you yelling about? I think you're really drunk. Should we get a few guys to carry you home?"

Seeing this, the man beside him shook his head helplessly and asked, assuming that the middle-aged man was just drunk and taking other people's jokes seriously.

"No... I remember now! It's him! That [Bloodstained War God] Rivale! Yes, it's Rivale!"

The man's tightly furrowed brows relaxed the moment he uttered the name, as if he had been submerged for a long time and finally returned to the surface.

I finally felt a sense of relief.

"Rivale?"

[Bloodstained War God] Livalegaran frowned and fell into deep thought.

In my memory, he was an extremely warlike Demons, and also the strongest warrior among Demons.

How could someone like that appear near [Äußerst]...? What could be the reason?

Could it be that they've come here to fight Serie?

No... even if it were to fight, it would definitely choose a warrior, not Mage.

Unlike others who immediately dismissed the idea as absurd, he pondered the reasons behind the other person's appearance. However, simply speculating wouldn't yield any results, so he shifted his chair to listen for any further information the man had withheld.

"And then what? Is your friend reliable? How could that [Bloodstained War God] Rivale possibly be in a place like this?"

"Yes, yes! He must have made a mistake. How could such terrifying Demons come here?"

The people around him were still somewhat skeptical, but seeing the middle-aged man's earnest expression, they began to waver and unconsciously started to believe him.