Chapter 143: No One Likes To Be Bothered During A Meal

Chapter 143: No One Likes To Be Bothered During A Meal

Its really gone. A young boy small sailing vessel approached the cloud of fog floating on the eerily calm water. A few days ago, the Storm Wall, also known to the those in Yeramesh as the Great Storm, had suddenly lost its momentum. Now, there was a massive opening in the wall of stirring fog that couldn't be called a storm anymore.

Come on, were here to make a pickup. An old man with a patchy white beard and short white hair ignored the enthusiasm of the boy and steered along the cloudy wall.

Eventually, he heard something tapping along the hull of the boat and dropped anchor before raising the sails.

Dont say anything strange, boy. The old man grumbled as he moved toward the edge of the boat.

The water began to ripple and then a male Naiad with dark blue hair and eyes slowly emerged, My arrival will bring the end to all of my enemies, what am I?

Vengeance. The old man answered.

The Naiad nodded before a stream of water rose from the ocean and pushed an airtight chest onto the boat.

Youre known as the best smuggler in all of Yeramesh so I have some faith in you, but if you lose that chest youll spend the rest of your life regretting it.

Is it that important? The old man asked as he glanced at the chest.

It is...To help you understand how important it is, Ill tell you that the one who requested has killed two dragons and destroyed a floating palace, The Naiad answered.

I see The old man held a solemn look but the young boy next to him grew too excited.

Really?! He nearly jumped out of his clothes.

The Naiad looked at him with narrowed eyes while the old man glared at him.

The Naiad shook his head and began to laugh, Hes not as serious as you were back then but its good that hes passionate.

The boys too naive for this line of work if it wasnt for me getting weaker and weaker each year Id still be smuggling alone, The old man sighed. It was clear that the two of them had been working together many times before and shared quite a long history.

Hey The Naiad showed a serious look, I dont have anything solid but there are talks that the Sea Serpent may be released in order to combat the threat to the dragons. I dont know what kind of deal was reached but the elders are more than ready to assist.

Ill pass it along to the leaders, thanks for the heads up. The old man nodded before he signaled to the boy and they began to lift the anchor.

The Naiad disappeared beneath the surface and the boat set sail again with no evidence of a transaction ever taking place.

In a tavern in a small mining town, two women whose appearances were obscured by worn out cloaks sat together at a table and silently ate. In the corner of the compact building, a drunkard was busily yelling and a few other customers scattered about.

Shut your mouth! A Dragon Legionnaire stepped on the drunkards leg and instantly broke it.

Aaaaaah! The Drunkard fell to the ground while cradling his legs while streams of tears and snot trickled down his face.

I said shut up! The Legionnaire kicked the man again.

The drunkard tightly closed his mouth and occasionally whimpered as Bramich looked down at him.

Such a crass nickname was given to me by those who would vilify me for performing my duty. Do you add an occupational title for everyone you know? Bramich asked.

Hes talking to you! Another Legionnaire kicked the fallen drunkard.

N-No, Sir. I dont! I dont! The drunkard whimpered.

Ah, so if my job is to eliminate those who speak ill of the Dragon Gods, why place such a negative connotation on an honorable task? Bramich asked.

Y-You were rumored to have killed thousands...I just The Drunkard trailed off with terror in his eyes.

Thats enough. Bramich stopped him and sheathed his sword.

Just as the Drunkard was about to exhale a sigh of relief, Bramich spoke, Kill him outside, Id hate to cause a mess.

Wait! No! Please!

Two Legionnaires nodded before dragging the wailing drunkard outside and carrying out their orders. The vicious sounds that emerged from the drunkard being beat to death served to disrupt the appetite of everyone in the tavern except the two cloaked women who never paused in eating their meal.

Bramich narrowed his eyes suspiciously before nodding his head to the Legionnaires and one of them approached the women who continued eating.

I cant forgive myself for interrupting the meal of two paying customers but could you remove your hoods? Bramich asked in a cordial manner but his eyes were cold.

The two women continued eating as if they hadnt heard him which drew the anger of the Legionnaire. He slammed his fist on the table and flung the plates away before speaking, Didnt you hear him?

The two women whose faces were obscured by hoods didnt even flinch in the face of the Legionnaire.

His rage doubled and he reached for the hood of the woman to his left but she shot up out of her seat and a red light flashed causing him to freeze in place. A horizontal line of blood emerged from his neck before his body fell onto the ground and his head rolled.

The Legionnaires immediately drew their weapons and moved to protect Bramich who drew his own sword.

May I know your name, madam? Bramich asked.

The woman removed her hood and exposed her bright silver eyes along with her raven-colored hair, Lauren.