People are at the border, but they become the incarnation of the sun

Really understandable and very reasonable.

However, cleaning up the college's garbage was just a small incident for him.

Then he took Burke to find the tailor shop.

After seeing Se Lian's handwritten letter, he became very respectful and patted his chest, saying that he would give everything to him.

The land of Lienia, under the influence of the Kalia royal family, is also a diversified land, so he doesn't need to worry about Burke's safety, and he is very confident leaving him in the tailor shop.

So, with Burke reluctant to leave, the master and servant parted ways.

"What should we do now?"

If you go to the Round Table Hall, it seems a bit early, so it would be perfect to go at noon.

But now I have nothing to do.

His eyes accidentally stopped on the sign of a pub, and he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have not had much alcohol for a long time.

I really miss it...the taste of Roja wine.

"Then let's go have a drink. That's a happy decision."

As he said that, he pushed open the door of the tavern.

The changes in the tavern were not too big. It was roughly the same as the Lienia-style tavern in my memory, and somewhat similar to the one in the Royal City of Rodel.

However, most of the windows that let in light were closed, making the room a little dim. People who were used to outdoor light might not be used to it if they entered rashly, but for him, this was just right.

There are many old wooden tables in the hall, which seem to be quite old, just like its decoration. There are even creaking sounds from time to time when you step on the floor.

However, despite looking so old and the air being filled with the faint smell of rotting wood, the hygiene is quite good and not as dirty and messy as imagined.

Apart from that, apart from a few scattered tables of drunkards who were extremely drunk, there were only a few waitresses in long skirts who were using mops to clean up the debris left after a night of fighting.

Although it was still early, it looked like the place was still open.

"Welcome, sir, would you like to stay overnight or have a meal?"

Seeing him coming, a waitress ran up to him in small steps, with a warm smile on her face, and greeted him respectfully.

"Where to stay?"

Hearing this word, Reinhardt subconsciously scanned the interior of the tavern.

Near the back, I saw a spiral staircase leading to the second floor and immediately shook my head, "No."

"Okay, I understand. Please follow me."

As he said this, the waiter turned around and led the way for him, while telling him about the special features of their restaurant.

But he didn't want to listen.

Following the waitress's footsteps, he walked into the tavern, observing his surroundings while passing by those drunkards.

These guys were so drunk that they were unconscious and didn't even notice when the weapons on the table fell to the ground.

However, at this moment, he suddenly stopped and called out to the waiter who was leading the way: "Wait a moment."

"Excuse me, what's wrong?"

"Can you share a table here?"

His unreasonable question made the waiter tilt his head in confusion, but he still answered simply: "Yes, but...eh? Please wait a moment, sir!"

Before she could finish her words, Reinhardt had already raised his foot and walked straight to the corner of the tavern.

In that dim corner, there was a lonely table, and sitting beside it was a drunk man.

But his attire made people take a second look. He was wearing a silver-white armor that looked very valuable, and it was engraved with various exquisite beast reliefs.

However, the man's unkempt and shabby face seemed particularly out of place with the armor.

There is always a lingering melancholy and sadness between his brows.

"Excuse me, sir, would you mind if I could share a table?"

Bernal, who was immersed in the sadness of missing the Finger Witch, suddenly heard such a question and subconsciously raised his head. He saw a handsome young man in luxurious clothes standing in front of him with a smile on his face. The royal emblem of Kalia on his chest almost blinded his eyes.

Then Bernard looked at the many empty tables around him and looked at the young man again.

Although he didn't say anything, his eyes said it all. The word "not welcome" was too obvious.

However, Reinhardt, who did not receive a response from the other party, took all this as tacit consent and shamelessly pulled out a chair and sat opposite the man.

"guest...."

The waitress finally caught up with him after a jog, but when she saw Reinhardt had already taken a seat and Bernard's unfriendly look, she was suddenly at a loss.

"Oh, you're just in time. Bring me four glasses of Roja wine, the best quality. I want to treat this gentleman to a drink."

"As for food, forget about it. Eating it with side dishes will affect the quality of the Roya fruit wine."

He completely ignored the solemn atmosphere around him and ordered food from the waiter with a normal expression.

But the waiter stood there motionless.

"What are you still doing standing here?"

"Okay, please wait a moment..."

Seeing that he insisted on sitting here, the waiter could only sigh helplessly.

Seeing such a young man dressed so elegantly so early in the morning, I thought I could earn a tip, but this person actually sat directly across from that person and even asked to share the table...

You know, that man is very dangerous.

Just a few days ago, the man personally beat several troublemakers half to death and threw them out, which also attracted the city patrol.

Now here comes another guy like this.

I hope nothing will happen, otherwise I won’t be able to get paid this month....

Soon, the waiter came over with four glasses of fruit wine and placed them on the table.

But she found that the two of them had been looking at each other like this, as if they had been looking at each other from just now until now.

"Here, sir, this is my apology for rashly sharing the table. I hope you don't mind."

Reinhardt suddenly pushed two glasses of Roya fruit wine over, then picked up one and tasted it carefully.

Yes, Not Bad.

It's still that familiar smell.

It is as sweet as honey, but not greasy. The light fruit aroma is mixed with the unique crispness of the wine, which is great.

No wonder Torret likes to eat the Roya fruit so much, it is really quite good.

The wine is also very smooth, sliding directly from the mouth into the throat and into the esophagus.

My stomach became warm.

After Bernard watched him drink the wine, he also picked up the glass and took a sip, then put it on the table and said, "...You are quite brave."

"No one dared to sit around me, yet you took the initiative to offer to share the table with me."

Having said that, Bernard picked up the wine glass again and took a big sip, making a refreshing sound, and there was a bit more appreciation in his eyes when he looked at him.

"...You are different from those cowards. You must be a Fader, right?"

"Senior, it should be the same."

Reinhardt slowly put down his glass, looked the man straight in the eye, and extended a hand: "My name is Reinhardt, a Faded One temporarily wandering in Lienia."

"...My name is Bernal, and I'm a fader like you."

Bernal glanced at the hand he extended, but made no move to take it.

Reinhardt didn't feel embarrassed and took it back naturally.

As expected, he is Bernard, the man who possesses the same [Beast] kingship as [War King] Ge Fulei.

In fact, he had guessed the other person's name early on.

There's no way around it. With the obvious iconic beast-gathering armor and that uncle-like face that looks like a down-and-out samurai, it's hard to mistake him.

"Reinhardt..."

Bernard muttered his name softly, as if savoring something, then as if remembering something, he asked, "You are the Reinhardt who eliminated [Limb Retrieval] Greg?"

"Yes, that's right." Reinhardt admitted it openly without hiding anything, but he was also a little curious. "I wonder how Senior Bernard knew this?"

"Haha, just hearsay."

Bernal waved his hand, picked up the wine glass again and drank the remaining wine in it, then picked up another glass, "Boy, don't look at this pub as a group of drunkards and losers, but Likewise, the guys who gather here from all over the border will bring all kinds of rumors and information."

"If you want to gather intelligence, this is the best place to go."

Bernard said drunkenly.

Reinhardt nodded, not quite understanding what he meant.

It feels like an isekai novel or some RPG games.

"Haha, [Limb Retrieval] Garak... a demigod who specializes in hunting down faded ones. That bastard demigod should have died long ago. Look at what he's done to Nimgefu..."

Bernard must be drunk, and he seemed a little incoherent, but he never stopped drinking from the glass in his hand, and kept pouring it into his mouth.

The overflowing wine flowed from the corners of his mouth, slid down his throat and into his armor, but Bernal seemed to be completely unconcerned. He drank it in big gulps until the cup was empty.

With a bang, she slammed the wooden barrel cup onto the wooden table covered with traces of time, and stared at him with bloodshot eyes.

"Since you are the Reinhardt who killed the demigod Greg, I have a question for you... Will you stay in this borderland and continue fighting?"

"Even if the Golden Rule is broken beyond repair, will you still trust in the guidance of the Blessing?"

"...Of course, this is about my commitment to a person."

"For this promise, I will keep fighting at the border."

Facing Bernal's serious questioning, he did not have the slightest intention of being perfunctory and answered seriously.

"...Hahaha, that's a really good answer. You're a role model for us faded people."

Hearing his answer, Bernard suddenly burst into laughter. The laughter was so loud that it even woke up the drunks around him. However, after seeing that it was Bernard, the drunks silently lay back on the table.

He is a big shot, you can’t afford to offend him.

However, Reinhardt heard a hint of sarcasm in this laughter.

But he knew very well that this mockery was not directed at him, but at Bernal himself and the Golden Rule.

"It's such a nostalgic thought. At this moment, it's precious to still have this kind of will." Bernard stopped laughing and spoke quietly.

Like many other faded ones, Bernal once pursued the fragments of the Elden Ring and the King of Elden.

When he finally arrived in front of the cauldron of fire after going through untold hardships, he even saw with his own eyes his own witch throwing herself into the cauldron in order to allow him to meet the Elden Ring.

But in the end, all efforts were in vain.

He failed.

The witch's sacrifice did not cause the fire that extinguished the golden tree, nor did he see the Elden Ring.

And his beloved Finger Witch, who had always been by his side, would never come back.

From then on, Bernal became devastated and wandered around the border areas.

He never understood why he failed.

Is it because I am not pious enough to the Golden Rule?

Or is it because a mere filthy Faded One is unworthy of the Ring of Elden, and it would be a desecration for these blood-stained hands to dare to touch the throne of the King of Elden?

Maybe that's right...

But he also learned something from his close friend, the [Justice Officer] Larcade, who is also a demigod.

That is the fallacy of the Golden Rule, the error it has committed against all beings in the borderland.

This competition among the faded ones to become king is nothing more than a game, a game held to continue to maintain that mistake, a game held to welcome back that great existence.