Near the door, the drunk who had been barely conscious sobered up in an instant. A chill raced through his mind in no time, and terror took over his awareness. The color drained from his face, leaving him deathly pale.
Gauss had grabbed the man by the wrist and hadn't let go.
He didn't particularly dislike the drunk. The man had drunk himself senseless—what could anyone expect of him?
The only reason Gauss hadn't let go was that the man's legs had completely given out, trembling like soft noodles.
The moment Gauss released him, he'd fall to the floor.
"Stand steady, please. I'm going to let go."
Gauss spoke in a calm voice.
"Yes!"
The drunk caught a glance from his emerald eyes and shuddered all over, as if an electric current had just run through him.
Gauss released his wrist and looked at the man in front of him, trembling like a little chick. He couldn't help silently shaking his head.
Did he really look that scary?
He'd thought his face looked quite refined when he washed it.
The tavern fell completely silent.
But the Night Owl Squad had no time to worry about the strange atmosphere. They were already exhausted after a busy day, and they'd just barely escaped the Ghoul. Though there hadn't been a fight, the experience had still left them drenched in a cold sweat.
At that moment, all they wanted was to report what they'd learned, then take a bath and get a good night's sleep.
"Brave adventurers, what happened?"
Harvey, the tavern owner, came out after being notified. Seeing the state they were in, he instinctively frowned, then quickly forced a smile.
"Boss, let's talk inside."
The tavern was so quiet that not a sound could be heard. Nearly everyone in the hall