Chapitre 215: The Skeleton Fingers

The stout bartender led Theo to a small chamber upstairs and asked the servers to continue with the cleanup before he closed the door.

The room was reserved for customers with particular needs. As it only cost 25 bronze royals per night, the abode was kind of shabby. The crumbled beddings on the tiny musty bed appeared to have not been washed or dried for ages. The cracked wooden table looked greasy and dirty. One corner of the table was chopped off, and the cracks were filled with black stuffings. Theo, however, carelessly threw himself to the bed, waiting for the bartender to break the silence.

"It has been such a long time." The big man grinned. "Why haven't you swung by since Lord Nagi took over your place? It doesn't hurt to come down here to have a drink even if you've washed your hands off the matter."