Capítulo 118: Fate · Fight · Choice, and…Trust - IV

"You just need to answer yes or no."

"Deal." Valrhona said without hesitation, reaching into the shadow on the counter. Half of its arm disappeared as if into water, pulling out a bottle filled with a viscous black liquid and tossing it to Ansel. 

"Hmph… I wonder which poor soul is going to fall victim to you, but it's none of my business."

Valrhona snorted, "Go to hell sooner rather than later, devil."

Ansel shook the bottle, not paying much attention to Valrhona's words, and laughed at it:

"I wish you a fortune, Lord of the Crow's Nest."

Under the watchful eyes of the tavern patrons, Ansel waved to the leader of the largest adventurer group in the empire, and left nonchalantly. 

After Ansel left, a crowd rushed to the bar, surrounding Valrhona, asking in a flurry:

"Hey, boss, is that guy really Faust? The Faust who's said to be able to take on the Grand Duke?"

"He looks so weak, I thought he was a super macho alpha man!"