Chapter 384: Age of Mercenaries
Thales sat at the bar counter and looked at the Western Desert Altbier in his hand. He was in a gloomy mood for quite some time.
During this period, Quick Rope, went back and forth in the tavern while drenched in sweat. He flipped through his ledger, checked the numbers, and was busy dealing with the property Kant left behind. During that time, Louisa, Dean, Mickey, and Dante's Greatswords came one by one into the tavern and went up to the first floor to have a meeting with Simon and Old Hammer.
"Wya, are you sure you have no problem sitting here?"
Dean squeezed his way into the noisy tavern to cast a puzzled a glance at the pouting Thales sitting at the bar counter before he went upstairs.
"Yes." Thales lifted his face out of the glass, burped, then, with an unpleasant look, glared at Tampa standing on the other side of the counter. He gritted his teeth furiously. "I am very familiar with the tavern owner."
"That's good." Dean cast Tampa a skeptical lo