"Damn... this is freaking good!" Yohan exclaimed as he tasted the liquor served by the old man. Lucine was sitting right before him, a bittersweet smile playing on his face.
Headless bodies were still lying on the ground. No one dared to leave the inn, let alone the tables where they had been seated, fearing Yohan might kill them if they made a move. The three beauties who had been following that man were also present, standing around the table where Yohan sat with Lucine.
Apart from these three, the old man—owner of the inn—was standing right next to the three women, holding a couple of liquor bottles in his hands and looking on nervously as Yohan tasted the drink.
The old man was scared for his life; after all, he had also cursed Yohan right in front of that imposter. From the very beginning, he had been keen to kick him out to save his own skin. He was certain that today was the day he would leave this world, and he cursed his fate for getting involved in such a mess.
