Flashgold Town, in the afternoon.
A middle-aged man clad in a black waistcoat, of exceedingly ordinary appearance, stepped into the noisy tavern belonging to the family with thick eyebrows.
At this time, the tavern was gradually filling with people—many mercenaries, artisans of various trades, idlers, and even off-duty law enforcement officers would come for a drink to relax after a day's hard work.
The man in black quietly ordered the most common rye beer and began sipping it in small mouthfuls.
What went unnoticed was that his ears twitched slightly, as if he was carefully discerning whether there was any information he needed in the patrons' boasts and conversations.
He was known as "Poison Blade," an assassin nurtured by the Brotherhood of the Wilderness, tasked mainly with dealing with people and matters that couldn't withstand the light of day.
