The two-headed Demon was a clever fellow, but at the end of the day, it was still a Demon.
Ruger rubbed his growling stomach and glanced back at the Furballs still chasing and playing around, as though they possessed endless energy.
"Don't let anyone come near this place."
With that, he left the Experiment Corner directly, drawing a burst of chaotic, faint mental fluctuations from behind him.
Given the current conditions, he liked to make things as perfect as possible. Besides, he was curious where the two-headed Demon he had entrusted to Tuzel had gone.
That was precisely why he chose to come straight to the Inn.
From what Serious Mouse had said, ever since the Inn was completed, Tuzel the rabbit had become a regular customer.
The Inn's signboard had basically taken shape. Compared with how it looked during the last completion ceremony, it had gained a few new details—such as Serious Mouse's teeth marks. The old Inn's sign had borne its bite marks too, though this time they were only in one corner. More conspicuous were five blurry standing figures. Those should have been the five of them. Though abstract and indistinct, the number matched perfectly.
Ruger pushed open the door, and the bell gave a crisp jingle.
"Oh, my friend! I knew you would come see me. And I must thank you for paying for my drinks. This fellow is a serious fellow—I like that very much, it is one of its virtues. But sometimes, you know, sometimes virtues are not good things either. So, with no other choice, I had to put the bill under your name—"
Hearing the sound, Tuzel turned around with his wineglass raised and looked at him.
Ruger raised an eyebrow and strode over to him.
Serious Mouse dutifully came to one