Chapter 689: 687 entering city_1

"... At that time, the orc was only three meters away from me. Its head was as big as a wine cask. I guess it could swallow me up in one bite..."

The tavern was bustling and noisy. People squeezed into the hall, discussing heatedly about the orc attack the night before.

A mercenary who claimed to have participated in the entire battle became the focus of attention. He was vividly recounting his thrilling experience from the previous night. Any exciting parts could cause a commotion. Every once in a while, he played coy, hoping someone would offer him a glass of malt beer.

"... See this wound? It was left by that orc last night!" The mercenary showed his right arm, pointed to the wound still seeping blood and said, full of boastfulness, "But it didn't have it easy either! I stabbed it in the heart and killed this ugly bastard!"

Everyone stared wide-eyed in admiration, evidently amazed that he could actually kill an orc.