As curfew drew nearer, the number of customers in the tavern decreased, but the mercenaries of Blood Whistle entered My Home one by one. It seemed like they were there to get drunk.
Dante's Greatswords came downstairs one by one. Louisa and Old Hammer greeted Thales and left, Simon and Mickey walked straight out of the tavern without any intention to greet Thales.
When Dean came down, he was called out by the people from Blood Whistle.
"Hey, Dean." Ricky snapped his fingers and raised his wine goblet at the bald mercenary. "I heard that you guys had some trouble out there?"
These words drew everyone's attention.
"Normally, I would say that we're still 'okay'." Dean walked down the stone staircase with a serious look. "But now… I guess there isn't much significance left in denying it." He darted a glance at the two mercenaries beside Ricky.
"Yes, we did run into some trouble," said Dean calmly.
