The story was supposed to be told by Hephael, but the lad simply couldn't bear to deceive his drinking buddies, so he caught a familiar farmer from the street to come over.
Unexpectedly, the farmer turned out to be surprisingly capable, heating up the business of the tavern.
Right now, the fellow was as drunk as a puddle of mud.
To prevent him from saying anything he shouldn't after drinking, Adela had already instructed her lieutenant to drag the guy to the militia's headquarters to sober up.
"Good," Priest Matt nodded gently, "Lord Demon King will be pleased."
Sheriff Adela placed a hand over his chest and humbly said,
"It is my honor to serve that great lord, the only thing I don't quite understand... why does a cross only sell for ten silver coins?"
He believed.
If that thing really could be compared to Holy Water, then it should cost at least 100 silver coins to match its noble status.
No.
