The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1443 417: Demon King Revisits Familiar Grounds (Part 4)

In contrast, Mr. Goliath, the Pope of Hell, made him feel a bit troubled.

"Hey, don't believe it! I'll tell you secretly, this business is actually backed by the newly appointed Guard Captain, Lord Cabbin, under the Lord. Without his nod, who would dare to do such a big business?" The bartender's voice was full of envy, without knowing whether he envied the Lord or Lord Cabbin.

To him, they were unattainable existences, and in front of these "big figures," he was like an ant.

"Everyone envies Lady Lina, saying she is the richest person within a radius of ten miles, and she's a woman, but no one knows she's just a glove for Lord Cabbin. No one knows how much Gold Coin Lord Cabbin has, but I guess he could buy quite a few mansions in the Holy City, even Sir Richter may not be able to do that!"

Watching the bartender enthusiastically recounting the castle's turbulent anecdotes, Luo Yan playfully took a sip of ale and asked softly.

"Do you like your current life?"

This question instantly erased the bustling enthusiasm from the bartender's face.

He was silent for a long time, his pent-up passion eventually turning into a long sigh.

"I... don't know."

He picked up an empty glass, wiping it repeatedly, trying to keep himself busy, yet unable to conceal the anxiety in his busyness.

"I'll earn money here, and I'll be buried here, but I will never let my children stay here. If they have the ability, they should go to the Academic State to become Mages, or if not, going to Dragon Watch City isn't bad; I've heard the Duke there is quite kind... Of course, the New Continent is also an option, but I don't want them to be too far from home, it's too hard to come back."

Luo Yan did not comment on his thoughts, just replied in a calm tone.

"People forced to leave their homeland are not happy. I've seen many young men with no way out. When faced with choices, they're like mice cornered against the wall, taking a step back leads to Hell, and a step forward leads to the Abyss, ultimately walking a path shrouded in darkness."

Even veering into the wrong path.

"Perhaps."

The bartender's expression was somewhat melancholic, squeezing out a forced smile. Looking at the weary face reflected in the glass, his voice became a bit hoarse.

"Honestly, sir, I really love my homeland. I want my children to live here for generations, but I feel this isn't the solution."

Even though he understood the traveler in front of him wasn't a Priest or a Nun, he couldn't help but confess his distress to him.

Like a confession.

"Sometimes I miss the past... Even though business was only good in winter back then, most of the time it was quite idle, but at least our lives weren't in chaos."

The bartender unconsciously said a lot, only realizing at the end that the demeanor and bearing of the guest in front of him were exceptionally remarkable.

Considering those clothes, though plain, were immaculate, and the extraordinary presence of his companion, he suddenly became alert.

"Sir," he tentatively asked, with a trace of nervousness in his voice, "looking at your refined demeanor... you wouldn't be sent by the Lord, would you?"

Hearing this, Luo Yan smiled, the smile gentle and harmless: "How could I be? I'm just an ordinary traveler."

He paused, drained the last sip of ale in his glass, and said something extra to the uneasy bartender.

"Besides, would the Lord's guest stoop so low as to stay in this kind of inn? Give me a double room, one with two beds."

The bartender breathed a sigh of relief, seemingly genuinely convinced this time.

However, Taufu, sitting nearby watching the commotion, wasn't pleased. She tossed the pig's trotters from her mouth upward and pointed at herself, silently questioning with her eyes.

'What about me?'

Luo Yan responded with a smile and a look.

'Pigs sleep on the floor.'

"%￥#@!"

Ignoring Taufu's curses in Dragon Language, Luo Yan left a silver coin on the bar as a tip, and, along with a well-fed dragon and a cat, leisurely headed upstairs to rest.

Despite the banter, he wouldn't really let Taufu sleep on the floor; she would usually either be held by Sarah or act as his pillow.

The meat lizard is a cold-blooded animal fond of warm places, which is one reason she likes these "hairless monkeys."

This fondness somewhat resembles a human's affection towards cats and dogs, only she's so small she's in the belly-rubbing position.

Night soon descended.

The inn at night was not as "simple" as during the day.

From next door and upstairs came frequent intense shaking sounds of beds, along with suppressed gasping between a man and a woman, making the room's atmosphere a bit awkward.

Luo Yan understood immediately.

No wonder the owner, who worked part-time as a bartender, didn't want his children to stay here. He could only imagine what those kids would become exposed to it.

To become a Mage, one must be a genius picked from thousands.

Most likely, those kids would disdain their poor and honest Old Deng while idolizing the mercenaries and nuns.

A rare blush appeared on Sarah's perpetually icy face.

Apparently not knowing where to stand, she moved to the window like a faithful sentry, checking out the street outside meticulously. She then moved to her single bed, repeatedly organizing the already perfectly arranged bedding.

On the other hand, Taufu seemed unusually excited; she sneakily approached Luo Yan, using the tip of her tail to gently poke his arm as he quietly read by the bedside.

"Hey..."

She lowered her voice, her golden vertical pupils shining with mischievous light, "I'm just a simple and harmless little lizard; you can pretend I don't exist."

Oh?

Admitting she's a lizard now?

Luo Yan, absorbed in his book, didn't lift an eyelid, simply said calmly, "Sarah, could you make me a night snack?"

"Yes, my lord!"

Sarah, troubled by idleness, seemed to realize her purpose, looking at Taufu with shining eyes.

Stared at by the eyes of that stinky cat, Taufu's expression changed instantly, hurriedly covering her tail and retreating in terror.

"Wait, wait—!"

Before she finished speaking, Sarah's figure appeared behind her like a phantom, grabbing that tender, slick tail.

The hotel room was filled with the "wolf's howl, ghost's cry" of the little dragon.

Hearing the robust cry, even the nuns and mercenaries busy next door paused, the bed stopped shaking.

"Next door's brother is quite capable, huh..."

"Aren't you going to give him a run for his money?"

Feeling the embrace's tenderness and whispers, the man sitting on the bed embarrassedly touched his nose, chuckling awkwardly.

"Hehe, let's chat a bit more; the medicine hasn't kicked in yet..."

"..."

Spring arrived, again ushering in the season of revival.

However, the Northern Wilderness's night remains as eternal as a winter, unbeknownst when dawn will break...