A crowd of soldiers escorted the three of them into the largest tavern in the village.
With just one glance, Heisenberg knew the captain had not been lying.
The village beneath their feet was small, with hardly any farmland, but it was definitely one of the best temporary camps in the surrounding region.
There was more than one tavern here, along with gambling houses and even brothels!
Clearly, this village had never been meant for ordinary farmers. It was a service settlement that supplied countless hunters heading into the forest to train and hunt.
Once he understood that, Heisenberg felt reassured. It seemed their sudden arrival would not count as disturbing the locals.
The tavern offered a surprisingly wide variety of dishes. Of course, vegetables were scarce, and most of the food was meat of every kind, which suited the place well enough.
After taking a few simple bites, Heisenberg looked at Loki, who was holding a dagger and boasting with the soldiers and drinkers, then smiled knowingly.
After smiling, Heisenberg glanced at Kratos and asked,
"Did you bring any money?"
"No, but it's fine. I'll find time to catch some prey in the forest and use it to settle the bill!"
"Mm. Then I'm going upstairs to rest. Leave Loki here as collateral."
"Good idea!"
Kratos nodded heavily, then left the tavern without looking back.
As he left, Heisenberg also strode upstairs without ceremony, found a room that was not particularly filthy, and lay down comfortably.
Looking at the moonlight outside the window, Heisenberg's expression turned slightly grave.
The aura of this world was far more decayed than that of neighboring Olympus!
With only a casual sniff, Heisenberg could smell the scent of this world constantly weakening.
It smelled like a corpse endlessly rotting away.
That conclusion surprised Heisenberg.