In just a few words, almost half the tavern heard the "truth" from the dwarf's mouth.
"Isn't anyone going to do anything about it?" A young-looking adventurer lowered his voice, seemingly afraid of being overheard, "Those 'lords' in the castle, even our association... do they just let them run wild like this?"
"Who's saying no one is doing anything!"
The red-bearded dwarf huffed and glared, his emotion a bit agitated.
"That night I even saw..."
But halfway through his sentence, realizing he'd said too much, he suddenly shut his mouth.
No matter how others tried to provoke, he only kept silent, burying his face in his drink.
Even when pushed to the edge, he'd only spit out some curses, then ramble about unrelated topics.
Behind the bar, "Chapton" silently withdrew his gaze.
Pincing a soft cloth between his fingers, he continued to carefully wipe the glasses.
A few days ago, that dazzling golden radiance erupting from the horizon, he naturally saw it too.
