章節 48: The Saint’s Cup
Outside, James felt a shiver down his spines. No matter how many times he enters this cold, it still affects him immensely. Without wasting any time, James hurried up to find a tavern to warm him up again. He remembered that there was one called "The Saint's Cup" in this district.
Not knowing where to go, he found a passerby. An older man, in his 50s. Asking about the tavern, James saw that the look on his face changed. It was clear that this old man was a rather big zealot who did not like youngsters waiting their money and time getting wasted. Especially not in the months of demons.
Reluctant, the old man pointed James where to go. Thanking him, James left towards the direction that the old man pointed towards.
Walking not even 100 feet, James already saw a tavern like building. Reading the sign on the outside James indeed saw that he arrived at "The Saint's Cup". The building itself was a three stories. Most likely the tavern was also used as an inn.
Entering inside, James saw that the tavern was not fully filled. There were some patrons having a drink. Some of them even had their uniforms on. There were various colors. Clearly the soldiers of the other countries as well as the Judgment Army soldiers occasionally deinked here. Some even looked close with the tavern keeper, as if they were regulars.
Walking to the bar, James saw a middle aged man. Probably around the same age as the man in the workshop. He was cleaning some cups with a worn out cloth. As James was approaching him, he looked up at James and gave a faint smile.
"Ah look at that, another customer. How can I help you?" He asked with a grin on his face. It was clear that the tavern liked foreign customers, as this meant that he might make even more money.
Not having a proper drink for some time, James looked at the back to look at the various bottles. However not understanding much about it he said, "Give me something strong, yet good."
The barkeep thought for a moment, before turning around and picking up a brown bottle. Filling a small glass he passed it over to James. "Drink this in one go, it might sting in the beginning, but it will be refreshing."
Taking the cup, James down it in one go. As the drink slowly sank trough his throat, he felt a sting. However the sting did not last long as it was immediately replaced by a sweet after taste. With satisfaction James gave the man the money for the drink and ordered another one of it.
As the barkeep was filling in the drink he said, "Your accent sounds just like that guy over there." The barkeep pointed towards the corner of the tavern. There was a hooded man sitting. His should were rather broad, clearly he is a soldiers. The barkeep continued, "He arrived a week ago and has been drinking ever since. Even though he pays his bills, I am scared that something might happen to him."
It was clear that the barkeep wanted James to go over him and talk to that man. Looking over at the barkeep, who just finished pouring, James saw that instead of one glass, he passed him two glasses over. Initially James wanted to ignore this matter, yet seeing that the barkeep was rather keen for him to go, James stood up with reluctantly. Picking up the two drinks, he walked over to the hooded figure.
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