As Klein looked at the bar which was so silent that he could hear breathing, he was taken aback. Only then did he step in and walk straight to the bar counter as though nothing had happened.
I should change my appearance the next time I come… he thought in frustration, just short of facepalming.
Ukfa's lack of awareness that Gehrman Sparrow had successfully hunted Slaughterer Kircheis had made Klein believe that the latest news hadn't reached the City of Generosity, and he boldly came to the Seaweed Bar. To his surprise, the problem lay in Ukfa who had kept a distance from the adventurer circles. He was a little behind on the news, and the crazy adventurer's infamy had already spread amongst the pirates around the Rorsted Archipelago.
Sighing silently, Klein sat in front of the bar counter and rapped the wooden counter.
"One glass of Southville beer."
"…Six pence." The bartender gulped his saliva with great difficulty.
