At dusk, inside a typical tavern, adventurers were clinking bottles and chatting away in a lively atmosphere. To them, after a long day’s work, stuffing themselves with meat and washing it down with beer was the ultimate pleasure.
In the tavern’s private VIP room, however, it was much quieter. Two old men sat side by side; one was refined in appearance with a long white beard, while the other wore a straw hat and had a lean, short frame.
"Billy, you old dog, if I hadn't known you were just acting today, I would have struggled to keep from punching you. You’re a natural-born villain."
Chapter 116