"I'm telling you, the lizardman chick's tail that's a thrill!"

The hunk lifted his large wine glass and laughed indulgently.

"Forget it, we can't really accept that kind of play ......"

"I'm serious, I'll take you with me next time ......"

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Not a big but very lively bar.

The stuffy smell of men, people laughing recklessly, middle-aged strong men holding their shoulders and telling dirty stories recklessly, sleepy old people staying by the fire, slowly telling stories to the children brought by the men.

The tavern in the other world should be like this.

I don't know why, looking at such a scene, my heart is actually a little excited.

Maybe it's because of the manliness that's fermenting in my heart ......

"Hey, Ghemk."

" Yo, isn't that old Joseph!?" The man at the counter's mountainous body stood up, "I don't see you here twice a year! Why do you have the time to come here to play with us this time?"

"Don't talk yet, give me some medicine."

The man was stunned for a moment, looked at the scars on his face, and silently threw out two sections of plant stems from the counter.

Old Joseph crushed them and dabbed them on his own wound, the corners of his mouth twitching in pain.

"Let the sons of bitches beat you up again?" Ghemk rambled on, "How many times have I told you, no one will touch you if you go the right way, you don't listen ......"

"Hush," Old Joseph put his withered fingers to his lips. "I brought two with me."

Ghemk looked at us behind Old Joseph.

"You guys ......"

His face, which had been full of welcoming, suddenly turned cold.

"-The outsiders?"

The noisy people suddenly looked at Emile and me in unison.

I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat ......

"Well, yeah," Emile said unconcernedly, "what's wrong?"

"Old Joseph," the man ignored us and took old Joseph by the collar, "what's going on?"

"They saved me."

Old Joseph's wrinkled face scrunched up and his eyebrows knitted together.

"Saved?" Ghemk's giant hand slapped viciously on the table, "I was hoping you'd save our side!"

"Ghemk!"

Old Joseph growled in low voice.

Seeing this scene, Emile laughed lightly as if in mockery.

"What are you laughing at?"

Ghemk glared at her.

She snapped her fingers and casually found a stool to sit down.

"I was wondering before, Blood of Shia, how could a store that would come up with such a name be a gathering place for the so-called 'Fae'?"

The surrounding crowd began to vaguely riot.

The two old men by the fireplace looked up at her.

"Nah, Molly Ann, do you know who Shia is?"

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Shia, is a man.

A person who can be given the name of God.

As the last city-state of mankind, the god of war of Elisis, the great patron god who commanded less than 100,000 soldiers and horses to let the faltering humanity survive in those times.

He was cynical, saw the Fae as the enemy of his life, fought in blood all his life, and was the one who should have been the most prominent among the war nobles of Elisis.

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"Yes, that's right. " Emile applauded for me, "So how did the inn that bears his name become it?"

"None of your business, outsider," Ghemk polished his glass grimly, "What do you want?"

"To stay."

"No way."

"Gee, because I am an outsider ......"

Emile lifted his silver hair, revealing her spiky ears that hadn't yet changed back -

" What if I'm a fae too?"

The crowd that had been talking about us was suddenly silent.

"...... She is ......"

"...... an ...... elf."

The crowd shouted frantically.

"Get out!"

"Death to all of you!"

Old Joseph also froze for a moment, then silently stopped in front of us and roared viciously.

"I say again, they saved me."

"Be quiet, all of you!" Ghemk slapped his head and looked at us with sharp eyes, "Elves, whatever your purpose is, for the sake of saving old Joseph, I will not pursue you. But, to stay here, no way."

Just as Emile was becoming impatient, the door of the store was pushed open with a heavy snap.

A fresh-faced boy gasped, his chest rising and falling.

"So ...... that," he wiped the sweat stains from his forehead and said in a broken voice, "is this the Blood of Shia?"