Boss VS Underling

Erus's western border, Kaysir City

"Hey, did you hear? His Majesty the King is back!"

"Idiot! What the hell is 'His Majesty the King'?!"

"Exactly! He should be called His Majesty the Emperor now!"

"Meh... it's all the same anyway!"

Watching his honest-looking companion scratch his head, the adventurer dressed like a thief scolded him in exasperation, "You idiot... if His Majesty the Emperor finds out, he'll definitely pin you down and spank you!"

"And he'll spank you until you're swollen! (Archer)"

"I-Is it really that dangerous?! (Simple-minded Greatswordsman)"

"It'll probably be even worse than that! (Onlooker)"

"Haha."

"Haha."

"Phew-hah!"

The refreshing feeling of gulping down the liquor made the mage excitedly slam his cup onto the table.

"Hey, go crazy all you want, but don't smash up my tavern!"

"Haha... Boss, everyone's finally having fun. Don't say something so depressing! (Red-faced Drunk)"

"Tch! You lot!"

Seeing the proprietor click his tongue and walk behind the counter, the drunkards laughed even more wildly and recklessly.

"If you lot really have any ambition, hurry up and go to the imperial capital. Stop making trouble in my place!"

"Hey, Boss, I heard you used to be part of the garrison. Is that true?"

"Hmph! If I hadn't injured my leg and gotten old, why would I be holed up here keeping you drunkards company!"

"Whoa~"

"As expected of a former soldier. You're really arrogant!"

Faced with the whistles and teasing of the delinquent youths, the boss acted as though he had heard nothing, quietly wiping the wine cups and utensils in his hands.

"Hey, Boss... are the Empire's enlistment standards very high?"

Seeing someone who knew what they were talking about, the boss began chatting again.

"I don't know what the standards are like now, but they were quite strict back