The firelight inside the tavern was warm. Though the surroundings were a bit shabby and somewhat noisy, that was exactly what he wanted.
If he wanted to gather intelligence, naturally he had to go somewhere crowded.
The three girls had taken corresponding precautions, such as using magic to conceal Yrel's distinctive figure and weapons, but their beautiful faces still drew some ill-intentioned looks.
But it was no big deal. Su Ming rummaged around in his waist pouch and casually pulled out a double-bladed great axe that had somehow been stuffed in there. The moment he slammed it onto the table with a clang, the prying gazes lurking in the shadows immediately withdrew.
Double-bladed battle axes were the Vikings' classic weapon. And if there was anything the British feared in the Middle Ages, it was the Vikings.
Whether Deathstroke himself was a northern barbarian or had stolen the weapon from one, anyone who could casually swing a massive weapon weighing over a hundred pounds with one hand was obviously not someone these country bumpkins could afford to provoke.
So, perhaps silently cursing God's unfairness at an outsider monopolizing three beauties and a monkey, they could only continue drinking and talking nonsense to while away their dull lives.
"This world looks relatively realistic." Bobo lay on Deathstroke's shoulder, his eyes darting about as he observed the surroundings. "If this were a world of swords and magic, the moment you pulled out that weapon, everyone in the tavern would probably have drawn theirs too."
"Isn't that part of the investigation?"
Su Ming looked around. Everyone who met his gaze promptly lowered their heads. Only then did he wave toward the bar in satisfaction and quietly say to the monkey-headed detective, "Medieval United Kingdom, a world setting that sticks fairly close to history. People