*groan* *click*
The door at Rohan's house just closed the one who closed it was Rohan himself, after entering with a happy and slightly drunk expression on his face. Soren, who was checking the red book meaninglessly again, saw Rohan entering and was the first one to speak.
"Welcome back Rohan. Where have you been?"
"Who do you think you are to ask me, my wife?" Rohan retorted with an angry expression on his face.
"Not your wife for sure, but maybe your husband? Hehehe..." Soren asked back jokingly as he was barely holding his laughter from his own joke.
"Hey, watch it. I don't swing that wa- *burp* Ughhh... I shouldn't have done that drinking competition with Gore, he can drink three barrels of this stuff like it's nothing." Rohan exclaimed as he was rubbing his slightly bloated belly.
"Stuff?"
"Beer, rum, you name it. Guy's one of the top drinkers in the town and this drinking competition just solidifies his title." Rohan answered back as he was rubbing his head with an annoyed expression.
"And why did you do that?" Soren asked slowly as he was crossing his arms and looking at Rohan with a distrustful expression.
"Thought that- *hic* Thought that I could try to beat the guy since he was kind of drunk already. This guy can hold his booze, that's for sure. Oh the pain and suffering." Rohan explained with an overly dramatic expression while doing an over the top, dramatical pose.
'I think he is more than just drunk. Rohan is off his rocker for sure.' Soren thought to himself as he was rubbing his temples and staring at Rohan with an annoyed expression.
"You know what, why don't you go rest for the night? I'll help you get there." Soren decided to help Rohan rest since he was drunk and talking to him was akin to talking with a brick wall.
Although it took a little while since Rohan kept swaying around with a happy expression on his face, Soren finally managed to put Rohan on his bed to rest.
As for the rest of the day, it was uneventful since the only thing Soren could do was to stare at the book for something to happen or just entertain Lavenza with fairy tales from his own world. Time passed and eventually, it was their turn to go to sleep as well.
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-A tavern near Crystalia City's residential district-
"Bring me another two servings of spicy eels waitress." One of the customers said loudly to a passing waitress. The waitress had brown hair, eyes and tail and as she noted down the new order, she went to a table near the corner to serve at three more customers. Although those customers were wearing hooded cloaks, she didn't find it suspicious since this kind of thing was a daily occurrence to her.
"May I have your order?" The waitress asked politely.
"Hmmm..." The man in the middle was in thought and didn't seem to have heard the waitress' words.
"We'll take two orders of number six on the list and pass us some pale ale for the three of us." The man on the right answered with a cheerful voice. After that, the waitress left and the three cloaked figures were left alone once again.
"Did you really have to order?" The man on the left asked with an annoyed voice.
"Don't be a stick in the mud. We don't get to enjoy simple stuff like this anymore, ever since we have reached that rank. It's all fancy stuff that is made to make you overfed and then send you to the slaughter to be turned into meat. Sometimes, I just miss the simple stuff." The man on the right said with a slightly sad voice as he was lowering his head.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you said the same thing last week as well when you went to that Hungry Hayven place and then proceeded to wreck the place because you went and ordered the one thing you hate to eat." The man on the left spoke seriously as he was staring at the man on the right.
"How should I have known that their dessert would have Fijouri slices in it?" The man on the right retorted angrily as he got up suddenly and stared at the man on the left.
"Enough. Both of you." The man in the middle spoke with a calm but furious voice as he motioned them to to stop their bickering.
"Don't forget why we are here. We have to take care of that and we have to be fast and discreet." The man in the middle added as he was turning his head and staring at the two men who had their heads lowered.
"Yes, sir."
"Yes, sir." The two of them spoke simultaneously while having their heads lowered.
"Now, be quiet. I have a phone call to make."
After that last sentence, the three of them were completely silent as the man in the middle used a shellphone to call for someone.
"Good afternoon, or should I say good evening?" The man in the middle spoke with a serious tone.
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"Wait, where is he?"
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"Can you pass it to him?"
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"Oh, I guess I'll have to call later, once they wake up. Forgive me for disturbing you."
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"Farewell." *click* At that moment, the man in the middle put the phone under his robe and then leaned back on his chair.
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"No dice?" The man on the right asked.
"Wrong time to call them. They were asleep and the one who picked up seemed to be a guest of sorts." The man in the middle answered emotionlessly.
"Then why do you look so glum?" *smack* The man on the right asked jokingly and then he received a powerful punch on the top of his head from the man in the middle.
"OWWW! WHAT'D YOU DO THAT FO-" *smack* *boom* *pow* At that moment, the man in the middle proceeded to give the man on the right a few more punches.
*clack* *clack* *tut*
At that moment, the waitress appeared and put down a couple of dishes that had some sort of octopus that was covered with some sort of red sauce and a few vegetables, 3 big cups full of yellow thick liquid and a glass bottle full of water. As she was leaving after she put down the order of the hooded men, she sighed as she was thinking about what kind of weirdos they might be.
After the waitress left, the man on the left started eating as he enjoyed watching the show between the other two hooded men. Time passed and the man was almost done finishing his food and at that point, the one-sided beatdown was finally over and the man in the middle decided to drink his cup of ale in an entire go.
He was furious and the last thing he wanted was even more frustrations, but he could only sigh in the end as he remembered his phone call from before and as he leaned his back on the chair, he stared at the window and said quietly:
"There's no way it was him, was it?"
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"Uhhh... My head..." Rohan spoke with a heavy and tired voice as he struggled to put his hand on his forehead.
"I swear to the seven gods that I'm never going to do a drinking competition with Gore ever again." Rohan said to himself as he turned around on his bed and struggling to get up. After swaying around while rubbing his head to lessen his horrible headache, Rohan finally made it to the living room and sat down on his couch. The moment he sat down, he saw that his shellphone was lying right next to him and saw that he had a few calls that he didn't pick up last night. The majority of them came during his drinking competition, but there was one person who called while being asleep and from his call history, the call had been answered.
"Hmmm... Did Soren answer the call or was I sleep-swimming or something?" Rohan said to himself as he was checking on his call history. The number that was answered was unknown to Rohan, so he decided to call the number and see who it was. Unfortunately for him, that mystery would remain unsolved since the moment he tried to call that number back, he was greeted with a message for non-existant numbers.
"No dice, guess I'll have to ask him later about that." Rohan said to himself and as he was about to get up, his phone rang.
*click*
"Hello, how may I help you?"
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"Good day to you too sir. May I ask what kind of help do you need?"
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"I see. I will take care of it."
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"Have a nice day as well sir." *click* The moment he ended the call, he muttered angrily:
"Tsk. Son of a beast. You sure love giving me your stupid chores to take care of."