"Stranger, Mr. Marden is the most famous wizard in the city. He's also a gunslinger." A cup of cloudy liquor was set on the bar. The old man answered the outsider's question with great fluency, then, as if muttering to himself, took a room key from behind him and pushed it over as well. "Anyone in town knows that."
"Is Marden still alive? Where is he?" Su Ming knew this man—a double agent and a conspirator.
He served both the protagonist's father and the greatest villain, the Blood King, yet his true aim was to seize the Dark Tower for himself.
"Of course he's alive. God, outsider, you have no idea how powerful they are. You may be a gunslinger too, but two fists can't beat four hands. And the boss here has over a hundred men who can ride horses."
The bartender shook his head repeatedly, signaling for the young one-eyed man not to speak so recklessly. He ran an inn and wanted no trouble.
"That's because you don't know how strong I am." Su Ming smiled. Since the beginning of this journey, he had heard and seen all kinds of jokes. It was remarkably relaxing. "Besides, founding a nation in Gilead? With nothing but the potatoes harvested each year and a few thousand sickly people in the city?"
"That's for the gunslingers to worry about, outsider. You haven't even finished your drink, yet you're already drunk, talking nonsense." The old man pushed over the key, then retreated to the other end of the bar as though fleeing Nuclear Radiation.
He picked up a glass that was already clean enough and began wiping it relentlessly. Clearly, he had no intention of speaking to this strange guest any further, afraid of bringing trouble upon himself.
Su Ming, who often spent