Alan smiled at Abraham who was leaning against the wall and eating bread.
He knew he had to be careful around this strange man, especially in this foreign world where magic was prevalent. After all, he did not know magic at all so he could easily be in danger.
When he rejected the gift from the auntie next door in the afternoon, to when Alan brought him into the tavern that night, and the reaction he had when he saw food, Alan was certain that this man with such strange behavior was a hillbilly with a social phobia. Of course, he believed in his drunken speech about the Abyss.
For an adult who transmigrated here from the 21st century, he believed in the saying that everyone spoke the truth when they were drunk.
Alan did not know much about the Abyss and the demons.
However, after meeting Abraham, the Evil Lord of demons, Alan was more willing to believe that the Abyss demons were just a bunch of backwood bumpkins who had never seen the world.
