Raining--
People hurried along the streets of Hill City, unwilling to linger beneath the curtain of rain.
The streets should have been filled with cheers and celebration after the battle, but now they seemed unusually deserted.
Only the taverns in the southern part of the city were still packed with drunks and adventurers, as lively as ever.
Inside one tavern, the many adventurers who had just taken part in the battle were taking advantage of the alcohol to boast loudly about what they had seen on the battlefield.
What they mentioned most, naturally, was Moss's earth-shaking attack.
For these ordinary adventurers, an attack covering such a wide area was a rare sight, especially when it had happened on the outskirts of the city.
Right beside them, Shantru, who had been drinking at the bar, silently stopped.
He turned to look at the crowd discussing the matter. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and he picked up his cup and drained the remaining wine in one gulp.
Clack!
"Hoss, old buddy, where's my wine?"
Shantru set down his cup, raised his head, and shouted toward the inside of the bar.
"Coming, coming! Fero, you brat, hurry up!"
The tavern owner called out with a laugh, then turned and shouted toward the back.
"Hey, coming!"
Following the reply, a huge wine barrel was carried out by a young man.
The young man's face was flushed, and he staggered as he walked, making everyone worry that he might suddenly collapse onto the floor.
Bang!
The wine barrel was set down. It was nearly as tall as Shantru himself.
Fero sprawled over a chair nearby, looking completely exhausted.
Shantru said nothing more. He took a money pouch from his robes, counted out thirty silver coins, and placed them on the bar.
"Keep the