Chapter 21 Chapter 21: Peeking
Chapter 21: Peeking
"Hey, you there, bring us a few bottles of wine, the best you have."
W leaned sideways, resting her elbow on the back of the chair, crossing her long legs, and shouted to the bartender.
Her companions also took their seats at the same table. Soon, several bottles of wine were brought over.
W casually tossed a round object. The bartender hurriedly caught it, but when he saw what it was, he was nearly scared out of his wits.
The iron-black surface, the heavy feel—this was actually a bomb!!!
"Three, two, one..."
A wanton smile spread across W's face as she began counting down.
In terror, he threw the "bomb" away and quickly dropped to the ground. Seeing a "bomb" flying toward them, the mercenaries who had been drinking and were somewhat drunk instantly sobered up, scrambling to roll onto the floor or find cover as quickly as possible.
"...Bang!"
W's smile grew even brighter. She raised both hands and mimicked the sound of an explosion with her mouth.
Thud! The "bomb" hit the floor with a dull sound, rolled a few times, but did not explode as everyone had expected.
Everyone couldn't help but look at the "bomb" on the floor again. Its round shape and several irregular dents revealed that it was clearly a potato intentionally painted iron-gray!
They had been tricked!
Realizing this, all those lying on the ground couldn't help but burn with rage. Those who could become mercenaries were no pushovers; who would dare provoke them on a normal day?
Fueled by alcohol, these already highly aggressive mercenaries drew their weapons. Anger! The anger of being made fools of!
But W still maintained her leisurely demeanor, a smile on her face.
"You seem really angry~, but don't forget the 'rules,' okay?"
A simple sentence made many mercenaries stop in their tracks, gritting their teeth and glaring fiercely at W and her group.
That's right. The "rules" here wouldn't care who struck first.
"Hehe, just a potato scared you all like that? What kind of mercenaries are you? You might as well find a hole to bury yourselves in now, lest you die in some corner one day with no one to collect your bodies."
Hardened! Their fists hardened!
Elevated! Their blood pressure elevated!
These sarcastic remarks almost made these inarticulate mercenaries see red with rage.
"Enough, W."
Herdre tried to dissuade her.
"If we go outside, you'll see what's coming to you."
"Just wait! If you have the guts, don't leave Gun Town."
The mercenaries, embarrassed and furious, spat out a few threats while silently memorizing the appearances of these three people.
"I'm so scared~, hehe."
"W."
"Tch."
After Herdre's second attempt at dissuasion, W finally lost interest. A bunch of mercenaries who didn't even have the guts to fight here were truly boring.
Ines didn't say a word, just silently stared at the two people sitting in the corner. When W threw the "bomb," all the other mercenaries scattered for cover, but those two didn't move at all.
Her eyesight was excellent; she could see the man's gaze, which was like an ancient, unfathomable cold pool.
This was definitely not feigned calmness!
Ines' curiosity was piqued. Arts surged.
She possessed a very special Art that allowed for mental probing and emotional interference.
In short, she could see things others couldn't.
Her eyes gradually took on a hue.
Thick, lingering "mist" made her frown deeply. Her usually infallible Art now felt like it was stuck in quicksand, unable to advance.
Finally, she vaguely saw a massive outline!
Externally, the moment she was about to observe that huge outline, Ines' face instantly turned deathly pale. Her mind exploded with a roar, and she nearly fainted on the spot. Luckily, Herdre reacted quickly and caught her.
What... what was that?!
This was the last thought left in her mind.
What Ines didn't know was that if her probing had carried malicious intent, or if her mastery in mental arts had been as profound as that of the Black Snake or evil spirits, she would have already become a vegetable with her mind scrambled into mush.
Sometimes, having low mastery isn't necessarily a bad thing.
"That person... don't provoke him."
Ines and Herdre exchanged a glance. Understanding his companion's meaning, his eyes sharpened imperceptibly as he glanced at Kevin and gave a slight nod.
But some people and things always manage to surprise them.
Like a certain W...
Seeing Kevin and Pozëmka sitting there, W immediately showed interest and was eager to walk over. But before she could act—
"Herdre, why are you holding me back..."
Herdre quickly grabbed her, simultaneously preventing her suicidal behavior.
"I told you..."
Their whispered conversation wasn't heard by outsiders, but W still succumbed to Herdre's repeated admonitions.
She reluctantly gave up on the idea of walking over and slamming Kevin's table.
"Have you rested enough?"
"Yes, Kevin, much better."
"Then let's go..."
Kevin didn't pay attention to the earlier incident. As long as it didn't affect him, his attitude was always quite tolerant.
The two casually found an inn to stay at.
In a sense, Kevin wasn't short on money.
Throughout Kazdel, there might be some remote places where certain countries' currencies couldn't be exchanged, but Originite Prime was absolutely hard currency!
Coincidentally, the structure of Originite Prime wasn't complex; it could even be called quite simple. Constructing it didn't require much Honkai energy either. Naturally, he could make as much as he wanted.
"Guests, this way please. Look, this is our best room. It's among the top in all of Kazdel."
The innkeeper wasn't Sarkaz but Caprinae. As an outsider being able to run a business in this area—aside from Gun Town's ownunique characteristics—required some skill.
At the very least, that staff hanging in the inn lobby, tall enough for a person, wasn't just a simple decoration.
Creak—
The wooden door was pushed open. The room's decor was simple: just two beds, one table, and a separate shower area.
"This will do."
"Alright. I wish you both a pleasant rest."
The innkeeper was clearly much smoother than the battle-obsessed Sarkaz mercenaries. Of course, this was thanks to the Originite Prime.
"Rest early. We have to travel tomorrow."
"Mhm. Kevin, do you want to freshen up too?"
Pozëmka took out a towel from her luggage and suggested with a smile. Her two long Lupo ears seemed to twitch with anticipation.
"I don't need that sort of thing."
Kevin was somewhat surprised but declined. After all, his body didn't have conventional metabolism; dust couldn't even get close to his body.
In other words, if calculated based on [Kevin]'s time, this body hadn't taken a bath for nearly fifty thousand years...
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