This knight is too perfect

Chapter 29 Tavern
"Rhine, did you notice?"

"Ah."

On the dim streets of the slums, Fergus looked at the unexpectedly deserted street in front of him, instinctively realized that something was wrong, and whispered a reminder to Rhine.

In fact, even if Fergus didn't say it, Rhine had noticed something strange about the street.

You know, although it is already autumn, the weather is not so cold that people can't go out at will.

Not to mention that many people in the slums rely on night jobs to make a living.

Therefore, for many poor people, night is not a time for rest, but the beginning of a day's work.

But even in this situation, there were hardly any people on the street where the two were currently.

This is undoubtedly a bit unreasonable.

Unless something happened here that caused the people who were supposed to be here to not dare to, or not be able to, appear here.

"Let's go, Rhine, let's go to the nearest tavern. I think they should be able to give us the answer."

"it is good."

As soon as they finished speaking, the two began to walk towards the few lights in the distance.

But just as Rhine passed a sewer, he suddenly stopped.

Noticing Rhine's strangeness, Fergus immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

After thinking about it, Rhine finally shook his head and said, "It's nothing, it's just that the light is a little dim and my eyes are a little uncomfortable. It will be fine after a while to get used to it."

"...Is that so? Then be careful from now on."

"Ok."

The two of them walked away from the street, one in front and one behind.

Just as the two walked away, a pair of blood-red eyes slowly emerged from the sewer railings on the side of the street, staring at the direction where Fergus and Rhine walked away.

But what it didn't notice was that there was something on the roof of a house not far from the sewer.

A black crow stopped here, silently looking at the sewer where it was, until its blood-red eyes completely disappeared into the darkness of the sewer...

On the deserted streets of the slums, Fergus quickly found a tavern in the slums relying on his memory.

Fortunately, the pub was still open for business, although it was unusually quiet at the moment.

The two stopped in front of the tavern and then looked at each other.

Fergus nodded to Rhine and walked straight towards the door of the tavern.

When Fergus pushed open the door of the tavern, the seriousness on his face immediately disappeared, replaced by his iconic cheerfulness and generosity.

"Hey, Old Mike! Is your store going to close down? How come there's no one inside at this hour?"

As soon as Fergus walked in, he started yelling at the bar inside, as if he was afraid that others didn't know he was here.

The people at the bar didn't seem to expect that someone would come so late.

So after fiddling with it for a while, he finally poked his head out from under the bar.

When the bald tavern owner named "Mike" saw that the person coming was Fergus, his expression instantly became extremely excited.

"No, I was wondering who was so unruly. It turned out to be our respected leader of the Castle Militia, Lord Fergus."

"Sir, why are you here when you have time instead of staying at the castle to guard it at night?"

As Old Mike spoke, he skillfully took out a large wine glass and turned around to fiddle with the large wine barrel on the bar.

Almost at the same time Fergus and Rhine sat down at the bar, Old Mike enthusiastically took a full glass of barleybeer and placed it in front of Fergus.

He looked at Fergus and said with a smile, "Lord Fergus, although there are not many rules in my tavern, there are still some rules."

"For example, this child is not allowed to drink alcohol."

"How do you say it, kid? Would you like a glass of juice or a glass of hot milk?"

Facing Old Mike's question, Rhine thought for a moment and said politely, "A cup of hot water would be fine."

"Forehead……"

When Old Mike heard Rhine's request, his expression froze instantly.

But he quickly adjusted himself and said unhappily, "Little friend, my tavern has everything except hot water, juice or milk. You can only choose one."

"Then have a glass of hot milk."

"Okay, wait a moment then."

After saying that, Old Mike walked towards the dark kitchen at the back of the tavern with his big beer belly.

Soon, Old Mike came out with a cup of hot milk and placed it in front of Rhine. "Drink it, kid, this is the secret hot milk of our pub, I guarantee you won't be able to drink it outside."

Hearing this, Rhine did not respond, but looked calmly at the steaming milk in front of him, as if he could see something from it.

Seeing Rhine like this, Old Mike turned to look at Fergus.

Fergus, who used to drink like water, didn't even touch the barleybeer in front of him.

This made Old Mike feel vaguely uneasy.

However, he suppressed his nervousness and pretended to be calm and said, "What's wrong, Lord Fergus? Is the barley beer in my tavern not to your taste? Why didn't you drink a sip?"

Fergus sighed, and then looked at Old Mike with a complicated look.

"Old Mike, Old Mike, I didn't expect that even you have changed."

Hearing this, Old Mike was stunned at first, then he simply tore off his disguise and his expression gradually became indifferent.

"When did you find out?"

"I found it before I entered the door."

Fergus pointed to his nose and said, "Old Mike, don't underestimate the nose of a Beyonder. Although it may not be smarter than a dog, it can definitely smell the pungent, disgusting smell of blood."

"Do you know what image popped into my mind when I was looking at the tavern just now..."

"What is it?"

Fergus put his hands behind his back and grasped the two-handed sword he carried on his back, saying, "...It's a cemetery full of corpses."

"Old Mike, I think there must be a lot of fresh corpses buried under your tavern, right?"

"Or in other words, they are a group of soul stealers who are clearly corpses, but don't look like corpses."

Hearing this, Old Mike was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

It’s just that this smile is somewhat creepy to others.

Because his body began to rot rapidly during the process, his head, shoulders, arms...all the way to Old Mike's entire body.

But Old Mike seemed to be unaware of all this.

He looked at Fergus with his scarlet eyes and said with a crazy expression: "Fergus, should I say you are brave or arrogant?"

"Since you know all this, how dare you walk in like this."

"You don't think you can handle so many of us by yourself, do you?"

As he spoke, pairs of scarlet eyes appeared around Old Mike.

The appearance of each pair of eyes symbolizes a soul thief.

After careful counting, the number of soul stealers in the tavern reached an astonishing twenty or so.

Facing the arrogant old Mike who thought he had a sure win, Fergus smiled.

"Alone? No, no, no, Old Mike, when have you ever seen a militia leader rush to the enemy's base camp alone?"

As if to verify Fergus' words, a burst of dense footsteps suddenly came from the originally quiet street outside the tavern.

boom!
The short but strong Ron kicked open the door of the tavern and rushed in with several fully armed militiamen.

As for the remaining militiamen, they surrounded the tavern outside.

As soon as Ron, with a black crow perched on his shoulder, entered the tavern, he saw the densely packed soul stealers inside.

"God of Casting and Smelting, what are you doing to me? Is this still the Thorn Town in the Principality of Morton?"

"If you don't know, you would think I ran to the lair of the soul stealer!"

"Hey, Fergus, I thought you were making a big deal out of nothing before, but now it seems that the situation here is much more serious than you said!"

"I have to pay more. If you don't pay me more this time, don't expect me to help you in the future!"

Fergus did not respond to Ron's shouting.

He turned to look at Rhine beside him and warned him seriously: "Be careful."

Rhine nodded and held the sword in the stone, which symbolized judgment, in his hand.

Seeing that something was wrong, Old Mike immediately ran to the back of the tavern.

At the same time, the remaining soul stealers pounced on Fergus and his group like mad dogs.

A crusade against extraordinary monsters has begun...

(End of this chapter)