Chapter 58 – Field Trip to the Battlefield (4)

[Translator – Peptobismol]

Chapter 58 – Field Trip to the Battlefield (4)

“Hello!”

Orendi greeted cheerfully as I entered the pub.

This was the pub Kazadar had mentioned that morning, where the Combat Department was having their dinner party tonight.

The place had a promotion where if someone could drink an entire beer barrel on the spot, the drinks would be free.

Naturally, any ordinary human trying to drink an entire barrel would not only be impossible but dangerous. It was a clever way to attract attention.

The problem arose when non-humans showed up.

“Welcome! Oh, wait?!”

The pub owner turned pale upon seeing the Orc Brogg and the Dwarf Kazadar enter.

Brogg was massive even for an Orc, and Kazadar was no less intimidating.

Dwarves, after all, are known to drink from infancy to maintain body heat.

“Is it true that emptying the barrel means free drinks? Bring it here!”

“Humans only!”

The pub owner hastily pointed to a small disclaimer at the bottom of the sign which read ‘humans only.’

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“Bad human!! You tricked us!!”

An enraged Kazadar drew his hammer, and Brogg let out a battle cry.

“Call the guards!!”

“Hold on a moment.”

As the nearly fainting pub owner shouted, Morton stepped forward.

“Bring the barrel.”

“But it’s clearly for humans only!”

“Just bring it. I’ll drink it.”

Morton’s yellow hawk-like eyes stared down the pub owner, who reluctantly instructed his staff to bring the beer barrel.

“Alright, everyone, calm down and come inside.”

They managed to push the still-agitated Kazadar and Brogg into the pub and found seats.

“Really, what were you thinking, yelling a battle cry here?”

“He scammed us...”

“Scam or not!”

Lina’s scolding left Brogg scratching his head, unable to argue further.

“Even so, Professor Brogg is quite the gentleman. Any other Orc might have broken a pillar by now.”

Felimia chuckled, adjusting her glasses, and Wever nodded in agreement.

“Indeed. There’s no time for battle cries; they’d be smashing things instead.”

The professors, except for Morton, burst into laughter.

Morton sat calmly, watching as the staff rolled the beer barrel towards him.

Though the event barrel was smaller than a typical beer barrel, it was still more than a human could drink in one sitting.

When the barrel was placed in front of him, Morton opened it and took a beer mug.

“I’ll handle this. You all enjoy yourselves.”

With that, Morton began steadily pouring and drinking the beer, neither too fast nor too slow.

“No restroom breaks. No snacks either!”

“I know, so stop fussing.”

Morton replied lightly, continuing to drink.

If the pub owner knew Morton was a former member of the long-range patrol unit, how would he react?

Long-range patrol unit members are known for their drinking prowess.

They spend weeks on missions deep in enemy territory with little chance to drink, so when they return, they drink as much as they can, knowing they might not get another chance soon.

“Too many to remember.”

This was also true. Apart from the major battles, the smaller skirmishes blended together, making it hard to recall specifics.

“But why did you settle in Brunswell? It’s not your hometown if you lived there for ten years.”

“I just wanted a peaceful life. It’s a nice place with a decent population and good amenities.”

“I see... You became an officer from a soldier, participated in the recapture of the Ivronic Castle, and moved to Brunswell after the war...”

Felimia was listening intently, as if piecing together a puzzle.

“Here, have a drink.”

She poured another round into my recently emptied glass.

“Head Professor, while we’re on the topic, could you tell us about the recapture of the Ivronic Castle?”

Wever suggested, and the other professors looked at me eagerly.

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“No.”

I refused outright. Of all places, I never wanted to speak about that one.

“It must be a terrible memory. Drink up and forget all about it.”

Felimia poured another drink into my glass.

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About an hour later.

Felimia had moved next to me, continuing to encourage me to drink. She had already forced dozens of beers on me.

“I’m full.”

“It’s free, look.”

Felimia pointed at Morton’s empty beer barrel.

He had steadily poured and drank the beer, eventually emptying the barrel.

“Impressive...”

“So, professor, drink up.”

Felimia closely watched me as I drank.

Hmm, look at her... She’s trying something again. Let’s see if I can catch her...

“I need to stop. I’m feeling dizzy...”

I deliberately clutched my forehead and swayed. Felimia’s eyes flashed momentarily.

An invisible, sharp force pricked at me, but I didn’t block it.

Time to make it clear to her. No more wasting efforts.

I lured Felimia, who was probing my memories, in the direction I wanted.

Go ahead, Felimia, see what you wish in my memories.

And realize.

Realize how dangerous it is to recklessly dig where you don’t know what lies beneath.

A few seconds into the psychological probing.

“Gah!”

Felimia overturned a glass and collapsed, clutching her mouth, gagging.

“Wh-what’s wrong, professor?”

A drunken Lina slurred, her speech garbled.

“D-did you drink too much...?”

Felimia couldn’t respond, trembling in horror as she looked up at me.

“Who... who are you, professor...?”

“You just saw it.”

“But that... Gah!!”

Unable to continue, Felimia knocked over her chair and hurriedly ran outside.

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