"Where are the guards?"
"Gone, already gone."
The tavern owner said fearfully.
"Gone?"
The mercenary was taken aback.
And then, somewhat puzzled:
"Could those bastards leave so calmly after the conflict?"
"Who knows... and when will these worrying days come to an end..."
The tavern owner sighed.
"Hey, unless we get rid of the noble pigs and church dogs, it'll never end!"
The mercenary sneered.
The tavern owner was stunned, seemingly surprised that the mercenary before him, who was rumored to often accept official Imperial commissions and had good relations with the Maniya City Guard, would also talk this way.
...
Meanwhile, on the other side, upon leaving the tavern, the guard turned left and right, quickly entering an inconspicuous alley in Maniya.
He went deep into the alley and knocked on a door.
"Who is it?"
A voice inside asked cautiously.
"It's me, Bowen."
The guard said in a low voice.
The door quickly opened, and a young man emerged, pleasantly surprised:
