"Hey!" the bartender shouted from behind the bar to Nicolas and his friends sitting at the square table. "Whatever you drink, drink it quietly, brother. Some people are disturbed."
"Okay!" Nicolas was sitting on one side of the square table and different people were sitting on the other three sides. They were in the corner of the bar. Nicolas used to come here to drink with his friends. He hid his identity when he came here, otherwise it would cause a scene in the city if someone found out he was royalty.
"Son, I saw you beat him with my own eyes. In fact, you did it in a very cool way. Your movements were perfect." Harry was talking very fervently about Nicolas' fight with the swordsman. "You must have had too much to drink that evening. You must have been pretty wasted."
"Seriously, the last time I went exploring was in the woods and then I was kidnapped by bandits. I don't have my next mind." Nicolas looked very thoughtful. "Dude, seriously, where was I that day?"
He was banging on the table in a drunken stupor. He was making a lot of noise.
Meanwhile Nicolas felt a breath behind him. He turned around to face a large, muscular man in armor. He stepped back in fear. "Hahaha! Don't be afraid, my son." The man grabbed Nicolas by the collar and lifted him into the air. "I came here from a new dungeon, I'm exhausted. And you are here making noise as if no one is here. I want to teach you a lesson. I'm going to cut off a finger."
Everyone around was in a state of fear. Everyone was saying, "Who is this guy, how can he do something like this so easily?"
"Wh-what" Nicolas stammered. "Finger cut off?"
The good half man lifted Nicolas up and put him on his back on the table. "Remember my name well, boy." Nicolas was lying on the table. The man was in front of Nicolas' face. He was looking into Nicolas' eyes. They were three or four centimeters apart. "They call me the Zronan Killer."
Nicolas' eyes lit up. The Zronian Killer was known to almost everyone in Harden. He was a very famous monster killer.
"I think you recognize me." He let go of Nicolas' collar. Nicolas was still lying on the table. "By the way, the finger cut off was a lie. It was to scare you. I don't hurt people except they were bad." He tried to make a cute face, but the Zronan Killer's face didn't fit. That's why it looked so ugly. Nicolas immediately pulled his face away from him.
Meanwhile, the Zronian Killer joined his friends sitting in front of the bar. "That boy sensed I was behind him, even though I approached him so quietly. He has potential."
Annie, obviously a sorceress with a white staff with a blue stone at the end, was surprised, "What? Did he notice someone with a quiet step like you?"
"Maybe he was lucky. His friends might have warned him." He and his friends started to eat the chicken that had arrived.
quiet step: An adjective used to describe beings who never let anyone notice them.