Chapter 10: The Spread

"Babbitt, did you feed on jackals to stay alive? What an offensive mouth!"

Carlo noticed that the man cursing alongside the bearded mercenary had a thick neck, a small build, and a mercenary-like demeanor.

The two men swore and gasped for a bit before returning to their seats, ordering beers, and gulping them down.

"Babbitt, have you discovered Princess Sophia's whereabouts?"

Someone shouted at the mercenary with a beard:

"To heck with that; our delicate flower of the kingdom might have ended up in the belly of the beast," Babbitt yelled back as he threw his glass down on the counter and wiped the froth from his beard.

"Princess Sofia has been baptized with holy light, so stop talking rubbish.No beast will expose its teeth in her direction."

"Holy light benediction, tsk. Our one million gold coins will be lost if Princess Sofia perishes in the Lost Forest."

Babbitt slammed the table in irritation and said, "Damn it, don't mention that million again," as the bar was crowded with conversation. "I just lost three brothers because of that million."

"The dwarfs live in the Lost Forest, and those folks are not to be trifled with." "Be positive, my brother," I said.

Babbitt was consoled by his companion.

Carlo listened to the mercenaries talking in the corner and discovered something interesting: for some reason, the royal princess appears to be lost in the Lost Forest outside the small city.

The kingdom princess appears to be lost in the Lost Forest outside the small city for an unknown reason, the king loves his daughter, and he offered a reward of one million gold coins to beg warriors to find the princess, but, unfortunately, there has been no real progress. Carlo listened in from the corner during the mercenary conversation and learned this interesting information.

Carlo listened to nearly everything and only approached the bar to order a glass of ale after the mercenaries' chat started to veer off-topic and focus on various yellow stories.

Everyone turned to gaze behind them as they heard the sound of gold coins landing on the table.

The mercenaries regarded the golden gold coin on the weathered oak table with the same voraciousness as a jackal in search of carrion.

This greed increased when they realized that the owner of the gold coin was a young, frail man.

Some individuals were compelled to act foolishly.

"I've got my eye on this noble brat first," she said.

"The gold coin isn't imprinted with anyone's name."

The mercenaries didn't mind occasionally working as robbers because they enjoyed licking blood off their knives.

The adolescent, who was viewed by everyone as a fat sheep, didn't appear to be conscious of it at all as he yelled at the bartender to serve customers more quickly.

The jovial bartender handed the kid a sizable cup of ale, and as he took a swallow, the teen violently coughed.

"What the hell is this stuff, horse face?"

Exasperated, the adolescent screamed upward.

"Haha." The mercenaries roared with laughter.

Babbitt was the first to approach the adolescent because of his advantageous location and remark, "Kid, you just stole my money bag at the city entrance, and you dare to stand in front of me again; you are really not afraid of death."

"Bah." The rest of the crowd hurled insults at Babbitt and questioned how it got to be his money bag when it was obviously everyone's.

"Who stole your purse, you damned baldy" The adolescent who had been wrongly charged appeared a little irate. From his arms, he withdrew a sizable black purse, which he flung at the bar.

The huge golden yellow jolted the mercenaries' eyes as the black pocket burst open.

Have you ever witnessed such wealth? I'll steal your money, young master!

Babbitt had a visibly intense look of greed that was reaching out and clutching at the money bag.

"Brat, believe me when I say you stole it."

The adolescent merely smirked and watched, with no desire to thwart Babbitt's maneuver in any way.

"Are you certain this bag of gold coins belongs to you?

"Nonsense. Not only are the gold coins mine; even you are mine," Babbitt said as he snatched the money bag. "I'm going to sell you as a slave to the Count's mansion, kid! Haha!"

Babbitt was laughing hysterically when his joy abruptly changed into a terrified scream, "Damn, what is this? "

When Babbitt threw the money bag out of his hand, a swarm of black snakes scrambled out, slithering about the bar floor in place of the original golden gold dollars.

Where did all the snakes come from, I hear you ask?

The bar was in disarray as the mercenaries, scared, grabbed their guns from their waists to avoid them.

Only one voice could be plainly heard above the noise.

"Talia, kindly shut the door." ...

Everyone hid far away while the mercenary bar's screams continued for a whole half hour.

It's likely that those dreadful mercenaries drank too much blood and started trouble once more.

According to the book www.uukanshu.com, everyone was born with a curse, although things seem a little different now.

The stench of blood, which was the only thing still there and could be detected from two streets away, was all that was left.

Eventually, when the pub was completely empty, a few brave souls ventured inside to see what was happening.

The bar door was opened from the inside first with a "snap."

A lanky, bloodied person suddenly materialized in front of the visitor.

"Babbitt. You. You ought to visit the priest."

Babbitt's appearance was so terrifying at this point.

As terror swept throughout the little village, onlookers screamed and ran away in all directions.

Standing on the bar's roof and gazing down at the ghouls in cages was Carlo and Talia.

"My servants, let the night give you additional strength."

Karo muttered lowly as the darkness behind him appeared to gradually deepen and block out even the sun.

The ghouls seemed to be in a better mood when the shadows covered them; their power and speed rose, and their efficiency in pounces on onlookers was substantially enhanced.

Carlo sighed, a little pleased but regretfully: "The fundamental ghoul art is still too weak; the ghoul's power can only be preserved at less than half of what it was in life. I'm concerned that a group of well-trained human warriors will be able to exterminate them all."

However, thanks to his "darkness invasion" enhancement, the tavern's mercenary ghouls will give the small town guards enough time to respond before the town is consumed by the entanglement of a sufficiently strong army, plus their own on the push side. Shouldn't present any issues.

Carlo nevertheless believes that the pace of this harvesting process is excessively slow.

"It'd be good if we ran across a Son of Divine Grace," said the woman.