Bam!
The door of the tavern was pushed open, and a big man walked in. The big man was bald, but his body was very hairy. Whether it was his beard, chest, or armpits, they were all covered with lush golden fur. He looked like an enlarged version of a golden retriever.
The big guy was carrying a man tied up with a green rope on his shoulder. After entering the tavern, the big guy threw the man on his shoulder to the side of the seat and sat down on the seat himself.
Rubbing his hands to expel the chill from the long walk, the big man couldn't help but yell at the owner, "Roast meat, rum, quick, quick!"
The big man slammed the table like a child, looking impatient.
At this moment, a middle-aged woman in full armor walked in with a horsewhip in her hand. She naturally sat down in front of the big man's table. Seeing the big man slamming the table and urging her, she couldn't help but frown.
"Miranci, how many times have I told you? You're a noble, and nobles must abide by the etiquette of nobles. Look at you now, you look like a beggar!"
The big man who was addressed as' Miranci 'saw that the woman was angry. He immediately sat up straight and mumbled, "Got it, Mom."
"Hey, Katerina, did you guys get anything today?" The innkeeper first brought two big bowls of meat soup to the table, and then brought out a big jug of rum.
The owner respected the mother-and-son duo very much. Their arrival had brought peace to the town that was frequently attacked by dark creatures for half a year. That was because the mother-and-son duo was a pair of demon hunters.
This world was a world where humans and many other creatures coexisted. Due to the existence of the Vatican, human society had an absolute advantage, at least on the surface. However, the attacks of the dark creatures inevitably had a huge impact on the production and life of ordinary humans.
To ordinary people, the dark creatures were a terrifying existence. Unless it was the regular army of the kingdom, it would be difficult for a small town to resist the attacks of the dark creatures.
But it was precisely because of this that the emergence of the profession of demon hunter was born.
After all, the power of the Vatican was limited. Even if there were churches of the Vatican in every big city, guarded by priests and Holy Knights, it was difficult to effectively take care of the more remote places. Basically, the demon hunters were active in such places, hunting the dark creatures and collecting protection fees from the locals. Of course, it didn't matter if the locals were poor. They could bring their prey to the nearby church, and they would earn a lot of money according to the prey's level.
"Old Holding, business has been bad recently. Fortunately, we caught a big one this time. I plan to bring him to the Triumph City Church with my son to exchange for a bonus. After that, I don't think we'll come back here again," Katerina said heroically after drinking a large glass of rum. "Old Holding, business is not going to be good recently.
As she spoke, she kicked the man who was tied at her feet. "Old Holding, guess, what this is?"
"Hehe, we don't feel safe now that you're gone. Sigh." Old Holding didn't have much interest in the dark creatures, and he didn't dare to take a closer look. But he still had good eyesight. The man who was tied up looked soft and tender, and he was unlikely to be a werewolf. So, he was most likely a vampire.
"Who asked your mayor to be so stingy? We're willing to collect a monthly salary to guard this town, but your mayor isn't willing, "Katerina complained. In fact, she yearned for the life of an ordinary person, and her son had reached the age to go to school. As a declining noble family, Katerina attached great importance to her son's education. She didn't want her son to continue working as a demon hunter while holding the title of a noble in the future.
After all, demon hunters were like mercenaries. They might die tragically in the hands of the dark creatures one day.
"Sigh, Mayor Marrell is like this. He's just guarding his little treasury and doesn't want to let go. He'll only get anxious when someone in the town dies." Holding was obviously very dissatisfied with his mayor. After all, everyone hoped that there would be a demon hunter living in the town to protect everyone's safety.
"Alright, where's the barbecue?" Katerina was also hungry. She also knew that a bowl of meat soup couldn't fill her son's stomach at all. Although the job of a demon hunter was dangerous, the salary was still very high. So, there was no need to be frugal when it came to food and clothing.
"I've asked someone to buy meat from the hunter." Holding smiled a little embarrassedly and pointed to the man in a black trench coat sitting in the innermost part of the tavern. "This gentleman has bought all the meat in our tavern before you came."
"Meat, meat, meat." Miranche, who had finished the meat soup, shouted again in dissatisfaction. But when he saw his mother's eyes, he immediately became dispirited. This big guy who had the strength to kill an adult werewolf alone was as docile as a kitten in front of his mother.
Katerina looked curiously at the man sitting at the corner table. "Old Holding, did you think that there were no customers today, so you …"
"No, no, no. It's this customer. He really bought all the meat we prepared today, and he has eaten more than half of it now." Holding was a little puzzled. At this time, Holding secretly reached into his pocket and took out a handful of gold coins. He lowered his voice and said, "Madam Katerina, can you help me take a look? Which country's currency is this?"
Holding wasn't worried that Katerina would rob him of his money. In fact, every demon hunter had to go to the church for a record. Otherwise, if they killed a high-level dark creature, they wouldn't be able to claim the reward. The church also had extremely strict control over the profession of demon hunters. If a demon hunter dared to bully the weak, then sorry, the Holy Knights would immediately come to have a cup of tea with you.
"I've never seen this kind of gold coin before." Katerina replied. Then, she began to comfort her son, coaxing him to wait a little longer before he would have meat to eat. Err, maybe he could, if the hunter happened to have prey.
As for these coins, they were originally from the funerary objects in the eastern tomb, so the people here naturally couldn't recognize them.
On the other hand, the man in the trench coat sat in the corner and ate his charcoal grilled steak. In this place, condiments were really scarce. He could only use the simplest condiments to marinate the meat for a short while. Of course, it was just a formality because he couldn't wait to eat the meat.
One piece after another, as though he had just been released from prison or had never eaten meat in his life.
The aroma of the grilled steak kept wafting in the air, which greatly stimulated the big guy. Even with his mother's comfort, he couldn't sit still. He immediately stood up and walked to the last table.
Katerina frowned slightly, but didn't say anything. She knew that her son would use money to do things, and her son would abide by this little rule. Besides, she couldn't bear to see her son starving so hard. After all, she and her son had chased this fellow under the table for three days in the forest outside of the town, and it went without saying that it was hard for them to catch him.
Smack!
A small bag of gold coins was placed on the table. Then, Miranche pointed at the grilled steak on the table and growled, "Gold coins, for you. Meat, give me!"
However, the response that Miranche received was a simple word.
"Scram."
Miranche's chest heaved. He knocked on the table again and repeated, "Gold coins, for you. Meat, give me!"
This time, the other party couldn't be bothered with him at all. He put a piece of beef into his mouth and chewed on it with a look of enjoyment on his face.
Miranche's breathing became faster and faster, which was a sign that he was about to lose his temper.
Katerina stood up and shouted, "Sir, we have just captured a dark creature to protect the safety of the town. My son is hungry, and he needs some of your meat to replenish himself. We will buy it from you with money. This is a reasonable request!"
It had to be said that the rules of the Vatican in this world were somewhat similar to the rules of broadcasting. Even a powerful professional like the demon hunters had to be reasonable before they could bully ordinary people.
Of course, no matter how strict the Vatican's control over the demon hunters, they were not as humble as street rats. Their status was equivalent to half a Templar. So as long as they didn't go too far and were reasonable, the Vatican would mostly turn a blind eye. After all, the Vatican also needed a large group of demon hunters to help them suppress the dark creatures. The bishops and Templar Knights preferred to stay in the church and listen to the teachings of the Lord. They had no time to run around.
However, the customer continued to eat his meat as he pleased and did not seem to have the slightest intention of replying.
Miranche couldn't stand it anymore. He reached out and grabbed the customer's shoulder. He planned to throw the customer out and sit down to eat his meat.
Katerina just glanced at Old Holdin, and Holdin smiled knowingly, indicating that he wouldn't report it.
However, very quickly, Holdin and Katerina's expressions froze.
* Bang! *
A muffled sound was heard. Miranche's huge body was thrown out, smashing through the wooden wall and into the stable next door.
And the man continued to eat his barbecue.
Katerina was like a frightened kitten, oh no, a middle-aged kitten. She quickly drew her sword, and her Combat Energy rose from her body. She asked sternly, "What are you doing here?
She asked sternly, "Sir, who are you? Are you a knight from the Vatican, or … someone from the Dark Faction?"
Katerina didn't dare to take a guy who could throw her son out in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, the sloppy man who was thrown under the table by Miranche and tied up with a green rope seemed to have sensed something. He roared with the last of his strength.
"Beloved … beloved … have you come to save me …"
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