Chapter 37

Chapter 37

[Translator Clara]

[Proofreader Demon God]

Ive prepared something, even if its modest. Theres no fancy arrangement, but it should be enough.

A piece of black rye bread, a cheap bottle of barely drinkable grape wine, and a few pieces of salted turnips, just enough to fill ones stomach.

Devourer, who was scanning the food on the table with a skeptical look, raised his head slightly. The innkeeper, with his characteristic curious smile, was discreetly observing him.

If theres anything uncomfortable, oh, and if youre worried about the knights portion, Ive set that aside separately, so dont bother about it.

No, its not about that.

Whats the situation right now

As Devourer revealed his perplexity through her facial expressions, the innkeeper nonchalantly replied.

Huh? As you can see, the innkeeper is treating the guest to a meal.

The innkeeper said that with a somewhat awkward smile. However, it didnt look like a joyful smile; it seemed more like a forced smile since he didnt have a suitable expression and ended up freezing with a smile.

Recapping the situation, the innkeeper called Devourer about ten minutes ago. The culprit behind the stealthy footsteps coming upstairs was the innkeeper. Asking where the knight was out of the blue, the innkeeper, instead of explaining Patricks absence, called Devourer.

Upon realizing this, Devourer found himself in the current situation.

Well, thats how it happened.

Devourer looked down again at the food on the table. Although the menu seemed decent, the dishes in front of Devourer were undoubtedly below the standard for an inn menu.

In a bad sense, these were not the kind of dishes one would present in an inn. Given that Devourer had a meal at Riazes inn just three weeks ago, the contrast was even more stark.The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.

First, there was the hard rye bread that felt tough even at a glance. He touched it himself to confirm, and it was as expected. It was hard enough to be used as a weapon; he thought it might come in handy if an enemy ever needed to be knocked out in one blow. Perhaps it could even be used as a projectile.

Without saying anything, Devourer shifted him gaze to another dish.

The grape wine also had too little for one person. Even the pickled turnips, which seemed decent, had a small quantity.

This is all I can offer.

The innkeeper, noticing the discomfort in Devourers gaze as he looked at the food, cautiously spoke.

I dont know how youll take this, but I specially prepared this as an apology to you and the knight. I really shouldnt let my guests go hungry, considering that the knight paid much more than the usual fare. I feel obligated to make amends like this.

Saying that, he smiled awkwardly. However, it didnt look like a smile born out of joy. Perhaps he was forced to smile because there was no suitable expression to show, and it froze as a smile.

Devourer, staring at the food, couldnt hide the unease in him gaze. The innkeeper cautiously continued.

I hope you dont take it the wrong way when I said earlier that the meal couldnt be prepared. Its my way of making amends.

After descending to the first floor with the innkeeper, for the next ten minutes, Devourer occasionally glanced at the innkeeper. At least, during that time, the innkeeper Devourer saw was desperately searching for any additional food. Of course, he probably didnt bring out all the food he had, but it was clear that he had gathered whatever he could, making the best of the situation.

Reacting to the innkeepers sincerity, Devourer reached out towards the food. He found the hard bread too intimidating to pick up, so he chose the turnips.

As Devourer touched the food, the innkeeper spoke as if waiting for him.

Come to think of it, we havent introduced ourselves properly. Im Nohan Heteke. Im not a formal person, so just call me Nohan, Mr Nohan, or anything you prefer.

Uh Im Devde.

After a brief greeting, Devourer tore into the turnips. They tasted dirty. The flavor was worse than expected.

Then followed a moment of awkward silence.

This time, Devourer asked naturally.

Is the situation in Hastin really bad?

Its no different than hell.

As if there was no need for further thought, the answer came swiftly, almost chillingly.

After confirming Nohans calm expression, Devourer silently took a sip of the grape wine. The wine also didnt taste good. Despite not having expertise in alcohol and food, this was clearly not something that could be sold for a decent price.

Thats too much, Devourer thought but couldnt bring himself to say it out loud. For some reason, the feeling that he had to endure the day with those hard-as-stone bread and a few pieces of turnips became stronger.

He realized the harsh reality.

Damn it, Devourer clicked his tongue silently.

I briefly visited the lords castle. I thought of seeing the new lords face for a moment, but the guards were strict, so I just came back. No outcome.

After Patrick finished the report, he finally released the magic. Along with a groan and a clicking sound as if the jaw was adjusting.

Do you know anything, boss?

He asked, but his voice didnt contain any expectation.

Devourer, lying like a corpse, responded briefly.

Uh It seems like Hastins communication with the outside world has been cut off. Apart from that, even the innkeeper seems not to know much.

Its surprising that the boss found something out.

Patrick exclaimed with sincere admiration.

Communication cut off I thought something like that might happen, considering the appearance of a new disaster three weeks ago. If its true, lets investigate more about it tomorrow, boss.

Do it on your own.

Well do it together.

Ignoring Devourer, who didnt move as if he were exhausted, Patrick, as usual, added some nagging.

Oh, and boss, please try to close the window. I only opened one side when I left, but now both sides are open. Dont trust humans too much. Thieves might get in if you do.

What are you talking about? I havent touched the window.

Haha, boss, youre something. Calling an unconvincing excuse a joke. This window doesnt easily open just because of the wind. Do you think ghosts would open it?

Devourer brushed off Patricks remark as a joke. It was definitely meant as a joke.

A silence colder than ice settled in the room.

Suddenly, Devourer, who realized that something was wrong, quickly turned his head. Now that he thought about it, it was gone. It couldnt be seen.

That Devourer got up in a hurry from his seat and looked around the bed. It was gone. Certainly, the clothes he had thrown on the bedwere gone.

My coat is gone?

Are you serious?

No its gone. It really disappeared. Patrick, we have to find it somehow. Even if its just money in the pocket, but that clothes

It was made by Renee herself for him.

If he loses it, he cant even imagine what might happen.

In succession, Patricks face also stiffened.

Ughh?! Wait No way?

And then he spouted a scream-like question filled with doubt. Making a rattling noise, Patrick rushed to the dresser. The place he ran to was in front of the drawer. Simultaneously opening the drawer, the white skull inside turned even paler.

Uh its not here. Boss, I dont have it either. Boss, did you see it? Did you see it in the drawer?

Did you get robbed or something?

The voice of the ancient monster asking was trembling intensely. The response from the Death Knight trembled even more than that.

My rib bone.

Huh?

What did you say?

Phase 2

[Translator Clara]

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