Chapitre 422: I Am the Foolish King You Were just Talking About

After discreetly retrieving the scroll, the drunken man clumsily got back on his feet, moaning and shouting as if blaming someone for pushing him. When he looked around and saw no one, he scratched his head in confusion, drawing chuckles from a few guards on the palace wall.

Once his ranting was done, the man raised the bottle in his hand, took a long drink, and staggered down the streets of Fordon City with his trusty bottle. He muttered nonsense to himself, occasionally shouting, disturbing those trying to sleep during the night.

Sometimes, he would bump into other drunks wandering the streets and exchange a few slurred words, as drunks with a sociable nature do, before stumbling along his way.

The drunken man continued his wobbling path, unaware that someone had been silently following him the entire time.