At this hour.
The lavish meal Hephaestus was treating everyone to was probably nearly over.
So.
Before long.
Haimo passed through several quiet alleys.
The tavern with the [Hostess of Fertility] sign appeared at the end of his view.
Unlike the quiet elsewhere.
Although it was nearly midnight, the atmosphere inside was at its liveliest of the day.
The dull clunks of wooden tankards mingled with the adventurers' raucous laughter, bubbling together like a pot of boiling soup.
Even from far away.
He could still hear the bursts of boisterous clinking from inside.
Chapter 140: The Next Morning, Haimo's Mansion, Anya, Meow.
Haimo reached the entrance.
He pushed open the heavy wooden double doors, and the roaring noise inside, mixed with the scent of roast meat and ale, washed over his face like a steaming pot of thick soup.
This worldly bustle smelled countless times better than the moldy stuffiness of the underground altar.
Standing in the doorway, Haimo looked past several tables of drunken adventurers banging on the tables and boasting, precisely singling out an enormous joined table toward the back of the hall.
He could hardly miss it.
The commotion there was simply too conspicuous.
The moment he entered, he saw Hestia clutching a bone-in cut of meat larger than her head with one hand.
Rich barbecue sauce dripped from the meat.
Half of Hestia's face was covered in grease, and her two signature blue ribbons flailed through the air as she leaned back hard.
"Mine! I saw it first!"
She gritted her teeth and protested indistinctly.
The other end of the meat was gripped by another fair, slender hand.
Following that hand.
He saw a pretty girl with long blond hair, her cheeks puffed out as well.
Her golden eyes were fixed on the meat, looking