Chapter 881 Gossiper



As Fein entered the bathroom, he closed the door behind him, shutting out the outside world. The room was filled with warm, inviting steam, and the sound of running water echoed softly. Fein took a moment to appreciate the tranquility before proceeding with his bathing ritual.

He began by adjusting the water temperature to his liking, making sure it was just right. With a satisfied nod, he stepped into the shower, allowing the cascading water to wash over him. The droplets glistened on his porcelain skin, tracing a path down his well-defined muscles. Fein's movements were deliberate and precise, his actions reflecting a meticulous attention to detail.

As he lathered his hair with fragrant shampoo, his long white locks became a flowing river of silk, gleaming under the water's gentle touch. Fein massaged his scalp with care, his fingers working through each strand, ensuring every inch was thoroughly cleansed. The scent of the shampoo filled the air, enveloping him in a subtle aura of freshness.

Next, Fein turned his attention to his body, the soap gliding smoothly over his flawless skin. He paid extra attention to every curve and contour, ensuring no spot was missed. The water rinsed away the suds, leaving his skin feeling rejuvenated and invigorated.

Once satisfied with his cleansing routine, Fein stepped out of the shower, his body glistening with droplets of water. He reached for a plush towel, wrapping it around his waist and securing it snugly. Fein's reflection in the mirror revealed a striking figure—a demon king in all his glory.

His long white hair framed a face that exuded confidence and determination. Chiseled features accentuated his sharp jawline and high cheekbones. His black pupils glinted with a mix of intelligence and mischief, hinting at the power that lay dormant within him. Perfectly symmetrical demon horns adorned his head, adding an air of regality to his appearance.

I'm still handsome even if I'm demon...' Fein admired his reflection with a grin, taking a moment to appreciate the transformation from his random demon form to his true demon king form. With a flicker of his will, his demonic aura engulfed him, radiating strength and authority. His muscles rippled, showcasing the physical prowess of a true demon king.

Satisfied with his appearance, Fein smirked at his reflection, reveling in his own formidable presence. He straightened his posture, shoulders back and chin held high, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The bathroom had become a sanctuary of self-assurance, a space where Fein embraced his identity as a powerful being.

With a final glance in the mirror, Fein opened the bathroom door, stepping out into the world once more. His demeanor exuded confidence and purpose, the aura of a demon king ready to conquer and achieve greatness.

Fein walked down the stairs from his room, fresh from his invigorating bath. The aroma of delicious food wafted through the air, enticing his senses as he made his way to the first floor of the inn. He found a comfortable table near the window, where sunlight streamed in, casting a warm glow on the surroundings.

The inn owner, a jovial middle-aged man, approached Fein with a friendly smile. "Hey there, Fein! Good to see you this morning. What can I get you for breakfast?"

Fein pondered for a moment, tapping his finger against his chin. The tantalizing options on the menu danced before his eyes. Should he go for the classic choice of eggs or indulge in the savory delight of crispy bacon? His stomach grumbled in anticipation, unable to decide between the two delicious options.

"Hmm," Fein muttered to himself, his brow furrowing slightly. "I can't make up my mind. I love eggs and bacon equally!"

The inn owner chuckled, understanding Fein's dilemma. "Well, how about I surprise you with a combination of both? A hearty breakfast to satisfy your cravings."

Fein's face lit up with a grin. "Sounds perfect! Surprise me!"

As Fein eagerly awaited his meal, he noticed a group of four mercenaries entering the inn. They were rough-looking individuals, their armor and weapons giving away their adventurous occupation. They spotted Fein and approached his table, their expressions serious yet respectful.

"Hey there, Fein," one of the mercenaries greeted, his voice tinged with curiosity. "We've been searching for Imeng. Do you know where he is?"

Fein shook his head, his expression puzzled. "I'm sorry, I haven't seen him. He's been quite elusive lately."

The mercenaries exchanged glances, disappointment evident in their eyes. "We were hoping to catch up with him. Well, if you do happen to see him, please let us know."

Fein nodded, offering them a reassuring smile. "Of course, if I come across him, I'll pass on your message. Safe travels, my friends."

With a nod of farewell, the mercenaries left the table, continuing their quest to find Imeng. Fein watched them go, a flicker of concern crossing his features. He wondered what had transpired that had made his master so difficult to locate. But for now, he focused on his own journey, savoring the delicious breakfast that awaited him.

Soon enough, the inn owner arrived with a steaming plate filled with scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and a side of buttered toast. The tantalizing aroma made Fein's mouth water, and he dug in with gusto, savoring the perfect combination of flavors.

As he savored each bite, Fein's mind buzzed with thoughts of enigmatic whereabouts of his mentor. But in this moment, surrounded by the friendly ambiance of the inn, Fein allowed himself to revel in the simple joy of good food and the anticipation of what the day would bring.

'Just where the fuck did that old man go? It seems I must not ask about his brother in the future.'

fter exchanging pleasantries with the mercenaries, Fein turned his attention back to the inn owner, who stood nearby with a laid-back demeanor. He slouched in his chair, leaning back casually as he struck up a conversation.

"Hey, innkeep," Fein drawled, his voice relaxed and informal. "This weather, am I right? One minute it's all sunny and bright, the next it's pouring rain like the Abyss decided to take a leak."

The inn owner chuckled, a playful smirk on his face. "You've got that right, buddy! It's like the skies can't make up their damn mind. Keeps things interesting, I suppose."

Fein's eyes wandered to the window, taking in the bustling city beyond. The streets were alive with activity, people scurrying around like ants in a disturbed anthill. He scratched his head, contemplating the latest buzz in town.

"So, any juicy gossip going around?" Fein asked with a mischievous grin. "What's the hot topic these days? Any scandalous love affairs or crazy adventures worth hearing?"

The inn owner leaned against the table, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. "Well, let me tell you, there's been some chatter about a hidden stash of treasure in the ruins of the Forgotten Valley. Everyone and their grandmother's been getting their knickers in a twist, desperate to get their grubby hands on the loot."