"Open three guest rooms!"
After an afternoon of investigating Blackwood Village and not inquiring about any vicious deaths, they planned to pitch in for the night.
In the suddenly quiet tavern, the bartender looked up at the three men before him.
That youth directly ignored it, his sight all caught by the two incomparably beautiful girls behind him. How long had it been since the village had seen women of this caliber, the last time seemed to be a few years ago with the Nightingale Queen, oh no... They would definitely be more alluring than that little bird that took the nightclub by storm when they dressed up!
The bartender thought freely as he looked down for his room key.
"Three rooms is it..."
Eleazar glanced faintly at the lustful eyes all around him.
This kind of old-fashioned tavern, which combines eating, drinking and lodging, has a high mobility of personnel, mixed with fish and dragons, so it can be said that there are all kinds of people.
He had probably understood the ethos of this village.
"No, open one!" Eleazar suddenly changed his tune.
"Ah! But... There are three of you..."
The bartender, who was scheming something in his mind, raised his head at the sound and was about to refuse when he saw that the youth's dark eyes carried a terrifying majesty that made him tremble.
Frozen miles, everything withered, a pair of emotionless giant pupil to the clouds overlooking the earth, all the thoughts, with that cold gaze condensed.
Eleazar gently takes the key from the bartender who has completely frozen off.
"Go."
Turning back to greet the two women with inexplicable faces, they were about to leave.
"Two beautiful ladies, our boss is buying you a drink."
A strong man in a tight linen shirt suddenly blocked the way.
Seeing that someone had finally made a move, the tavern was in an uproar.
"Fuck him! Fuck him!" Eleazar slowly stepped forward amidst a chorus of enthusiastic goading.
"There's nothing for you here, white boy."
The lumberjack, who was immensely strong in physique, laughed contemptuously and reached out his hand for a hard shove.
Side-step, raise your foot, and kick hard!
"Pfft!!!"
The lumberjack's body bowed, the image stopped for a split second, and then flew backward like a cannonball from the huge force coming from his abdomen, knocking over countless tables and chairs along the way.
For ordinary people, this kind of power is enough to shock.
The tavern was instantly dead silent, and the alcohol-addled workers, their mouths slightly open and their eyes shocked, seemed to have finally regained some composure.
As they watched the young man, who seemed to have the power of a dragon, step up the rattling wooden stairs with his two beautiful female companions, they gathered around and whispered.
"They don't look like they're looking for work, do they?"
"In any case, if they injure Supervisor Tang, they won't be able to mix in the village."
"It would be fun if they actually came looking for work, I guess we'll see the new dancers in a couple days!"
Upstairs, Evelea bristled, "This place needs a church built."
"It's still the fault of that face of yours!"
Eleazar didn't have the heart to pinch and tug at that cheek.
Beside her, Fina averted her gaze faintly.
Eleazar quickly pinched her face with his other hand as well.
"Well, so are you!"
That dark surge of evil energy fluctuation then slowly dispersed.
Whew, is this what it feels like to control the balance?
Eleazar surreptitiously wiped a cold sweat from his forehead and pushed his way out of the room where they were going to rest for the night.
"..."
As the door to the room pushed open, the three of them suddenly looked at each other in disgust.
It was dirty and smelly, full of stench, yellowed bedding, tiny black bugs vaguely visible crawling out from the edges of the mattress, uncleaned garbage all swept under the bed, and air-dried gray and yellow slime all over the walls.
Evelea's brow furrowed, "Do we really have to rest in a place like this?"
Fina glanced at her lightly, "It's a normal country room, so you're a noble lady who can't take the pain?"
Normal, my ass. It's a whorehouse for the laborers to vent.
Eleazar took the opportunity to take both of them by the hand, "Come on, we don't live anymore."
It's better to live here than to go camping outside.
Back at the first floor bar, Eleazar tosses the key back to the bartender.
"Check out!"
"Splurge ..."
The bartender caught the key and subconsciously wanted to say something about the check, but after meeting the youth's eyes, he immediately changed his tone and uttered a salutation that he hadn't said in a long time.
"Take care, guest!"
Eleazar withdraws his gaze, takes another look around at the puzzled looking workers, and walks out of the tavern.
At this time the sky has been completely dark, the entire village shrouded in darkness, a few sporadic street lamps lit, home wall lamps slightly bright, lively noise from a few entertainment venues, people to release the accumulated day's labor.
Eleazar muses for a moment, "I guess there won't be any official inns here, never mind, let's go camping."
Fina: "I don't care, I'm just afraid that Missy won't be able to handle it!"
Evelea: "Ha, I wonder who's been screaming all day and not even bothering to walk!"
The two men are on fire and Eleazar, caught in the middle, is helpless.
One could only imagine how dangerous they would be at night if they did stay in that guest room.
Coming to the countryside, they relied on the mountains and raised a campfire.
Eleazar, finally able to control the heat, scorched the ground with the heat, tidying up on the side where they'd sleep for the night, the
Evelea suddenly got up, "I'm going to pick some mushrooms."
Fina stood up quickly as well, "I'm going to go pick some wild greens."
"Huh? More picnics?"
Eleazar watched in amazement as the two walked into the nearby woods from different directions, and realizing that it was bad, he quickly warned, "Don't use your powers, if the Deer Head Spirit senses that there are other forces wreaking havoc in the forest, we're going to be in trouble!"
The two men raised their hands in unison and waved, signaling that they understood.
But whether or not one ever really understands his good intentions is unknown.
After baking all the grass roots off the ground and tidying it up and leveling it out, Eleazar waits with a bit of trepidation.
Worry about the sky suddenly raining.
Fear of the forest bursting into flames.
After a long time, Evelea returned with a large pile of cleaned mushrooms.
Eleazar breathed a sigh of relief and took the iron pot she handed from her carry space and made a rack over the campfire.
It didn't take long for Fina to return with ingredients as well.
Tomatoes, carrots, cabbage, fruits and veggies green with...
She looked at the Witch's pile of colorful, poisonous mushrooms that no ordinary person would even touch and scoffed, "Is that something a human would eat?"
Evelea blandly returned, "It's the fruits of my labor that I picked with my own hands, and it's better than someone going to someone else's garden and stealing vegetables."
Fina retorted with the same faintness, "Again, hand-picking, would you only go to someone else's wooded area and steal mushrooms?"
"YOU!!!"
Eleazar, who had just gotten the water boiling, quickly stood up.
"Don't argue, you're all great!"
He swore that he would never bring the two out on the move together again.
...
After eating the sweet and delicious soup of highly poisonous mushrooms with rich layers of flavor, they lay down to rest by the cushioned campfire.
The three stick close together, Fina pulls out a demon-breaking dagger, and the Witch pulls out a Fire Tundra.
Eleazar lay shivering between the two men, his limbs stiffening and not daring to move.
The head can only look at the sky, and if it tilts to either side, your life is in danger.