After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King
Chapter 186 - 54 The Nitpicking Fool

Chapter 186: Chapter 54 The Nitpicking Fool

Hezlosa... This city was a typical commercial city. No one in the city engaged in production; most of their work involved selling things from one place to another.

Yes, both merchants and pirates were the same.

The only difference was the procurement method, which led to different procurement costs and risks, as well as some variability in the choice of sales locations... that’s all.

To put it bluntly... Merchants typically passed through Hezlosa, buying supplies, eating, drinking, and having fun here; pirates usually came to Hezlosa to sell stolen goods, making the consumption power here very strong.

So naturally, many service industries would emerge here... whether it was taverns or inns.

Not to mention places for music and other entertainment venues.

So naturally, this place was filled with lights, becoming a "City of Eternal Night," a sight rarely seen in this world. *Perhaps... it could evoke a bit of nostalgia for the past world.*

Of course, it was a forced nostalgia.

"..."

"Got anything to drink?"

Yila asked the innkeeper, who was wiping a glass, as he came down the stairs. The first floor of the inn, acting as a tavern, was still brightly lit, with many drinkers enjoying their drinks.

"Only booze."

The innkeeper, whose face looked fierce, answered. Though he looked ferocious, his voice was gentle... it seemed he was quite a decent person. *Appearances can be deceiving,* thought Yila.

"Thud..."

A corpse with a bloody hole in its head slipped out from under the bar beside the innkeeper, landing flat on the ground... The innkeeper discreetly kicked it back under, hiding the body again.

Hezlosa indeed prohibited private fights and murders... but people often did it sneakily.

"Well then, just give me..."

Yila started to say, but before he could finish, a drunken patron began shouting loudly, "Hahaha, a little kid? Better go home and drink milk!"

Although his companion pulled him hard, signaling him to stop, he finished his sentence... Instantly, the tavern turned silent.

Everyone looked at Yila, uncertain of what would happen next.

Some people glared angrily at the man who had insulted Yila, seemingly ready to fight... In this world, Yila had his own followers, after all, the Yila Faction didn’t just stay in the Empire.

"Apologies, he’s drunk... Get out of here!"

"What? He’s just a..."

"..."

The people at that table, dragging their insulting companion, fled the tavern in a panic. After running some distance, they turned back to check if nothing was flying at them while apologizing to Yila from afar.

Yila tilted his head and shook it helplessly, saying, "Perhaps, some people always like to judge someone’s real age by their appearance, right? Such people always exist, and they’re not worth getting angry over."

The other patrons in the tavern nodded in agreement.

"Give me a cup of mead."

Yila said this, sitting down in the spot where the two men had left, and almost immediately, five or six patrons shouted in unison, "This drink is on me!"

"I’m paying for Lord Yila’s drink!"

"It’s my treat..."

"..."

Yila didn’t pay attention to those overly eager people, while the innkeeper looked disdainfully at them and said, "Of course, the shop will cover it! My mead! Even dwarves say it’s good!"

But dwarves liked strong liquor—the probability of dwarves praising mead was no greater than the probability of elves praising a well-done steak... Of course, it could be understood as the innkeeper exaggerating to boast.

And this was one of the reasons Yila never intended to hide his appearance from the beginning. The more chaotic the place, the more he needed to show his strength, thus avoiding many troubles.

Of course, there were always those who didn’t have good judgment.

"Here it comes!"

The innkeeper shouted, bringing two cups of cool and thick mead to Yila. He looked satisfied at the still lively tavern, thinking he might be able to soar to fame thanks to Yila.

Indeed, the fact was... The celebrity effect was manifest on the Governor, and even more fanatical on Yila, the former Chief Governor.

"Two cups?"

"A complimentary drink for you~"

"..."

Yila didn’t bother to say anything. He picked up his drink and took a simple sip of the rich honey-flavored alcohol... To be honest, it was intentionally sweet, perhaps suitable for the Empire people’s taste, but still somewhat crude.

It didn’t taste as good as White Ball Wine.

"Gulp~gulp~gulp~"

"Gulp~gulp~gulp~"

After simply finishing the two cups of low-alcohol mead due to the era and technology constraints, Yila gave a somewhat positive review, "Not bad. Better than what I’ve had in many Empire taverns."

After speaking, Yila didn’t care about the innkeeper’s ecstatic expression and left the tavern directly.

However, based on Yila’s guess, soon the innkeeper would replace "Even dwarves say it’s good" with "Yila says it’s good." After all... the latter sounded more credible and, indeed, he had really said it was good.

Tonight, he still had some questions that needed answers...

...

Yila strolled through the dark alleyways, deliberately avoiding the bright streets. As the footsteps increased, he didn’t even need to look back to feel... the person he was waiting for was lured over.

Turning his head, Yila saw five or six men blocking the alley entrance, displaying an ill-intentioned look.

"Do you know who I am?"

This was the first sentence Yila said.

"You’ve been watching us since we docked. Now it seems you’re not driven by lust... and if you were, it would be lust for me, not Hilena and them."

This was the second sentence Yila said.

In response, those men sneered, with the leader answering, "The real Yila couldn’t possibly get along with monsters so well. I heard Yila couldn’t sleep without killing enough monsters each day."

"..."

"Maybe I’m not Yila then. So, what do you want?"

Yila asked, this was his third sentence. By now, he had confirmed they weren’t any big fishes, nor were they coming for revenge, so he had no interest in saying a fourth sentence.

He couldn’t even be bothered to kill them... He’d leave that to his childhood friend, Larian.

"..."

"Kill you, then capture your companions as rare slaves to sell~"

"A dragon and a succubus, huh? Their condition doesn’t significantly affect the price, right?"

"Heh heh heh!"

"Hahaha!!!"

Watching these guys start to daydream, Yila thought he might have to go back on his word.

He might need to say the fourth sentence—

"First Wing Pillar·Crimson Dragon·Wing Spread!"

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