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"You're not a resident of this city, are you? Maybe you don't know, this city was a while ago—"

"The Demon King's scourge, right?"

Before the boss could finish speaking, the boy had already said what the boss wanted to say, and he said it in a tone that didn't pay much attention.

"I know about the Demon King, after all, he is very famous. That's why we're here for this purpose, so please answer my question. Tragedy, is there or not?"

Faced with the aggressive teenager, the boss sighed.

"I don't know why you're asking about these things, but you're in the wrong place. ”

Even if there are all kinds of miscellaneous things circulating in the tavern, the boss will not go out of his way to remember such short chores in the family, after all, there is a difference in the value of information, and what the teenager wants to know is undoubtedly the most worthless type.

The boy shrugged his shoulders, not taking his boss's words too seriously.

"I also know that my problem is a little bit inappropriate, so you just need to tell me if there is a person who looks like he has gone through the vicissitudes of life, and then we can solve it ourselves. ”

This was the strangest request the boss had ever seen, and it was completely clear what the boy could gain from it, but the boss told the boy what he knew. He pointed to a dark corner of the tavern.

"There's been an adventurer who's been getting drunk in that corner every day for the last few days. ”

There was no oil lamp in that corner, so the boy couldn't see anything from his current position, so he could only listen to the boss's explanation.

"It is said that a powerful adventurer from the border has received the warm hospitality of the adventurer's guild here in the royal capital not long after he arrived, I don't know exactly what it is, but according to some people, that adventurer is strong enough to split the small demonic beasts that appear around the royal capital in half with a single sword. ”

Because the boss himself is not a warrior, he doesn't understand how strong such a skill is, but because it sounds bloody and impactful, he uses it as a talking point.

The boy's interest was aroused, and he raised an eyebrow.

"You say he's from the border?"

Because of various needs, generally speaking, powerful mages and warriors tend to settle in prosperous cities, which also causes the more prosperous cities are, the more masters live, but adventurers are different, the particularity of their professions makes them completely opposite to others, and the more powerful adventurers are, the more dangerous the frontier.

That's why the boss focuses on the point of 'coming from the border' at the beginning.

The boy put down his glass, patted his twin brother, and then stood up and walked towards the corner pointed by the boss.

First of all, I smelled a smell of alcohol that was stronger than the rest of the world, like a rag that had been soaked in the wine for an unknown number of days.

At the source of this unpleasant smell, a figure in an old cloak lay on a dirty table, and there were a large number of wine bottles scattered on the table and under the table, and I don't know how many days of continuous drinking could have such a result, let alone the unpleasant smell of the man, obviously the smell of wine came from here.

The boy stopped about three meters away from the table, and although the man in front of him looked like a wicked man with a story, he still didn't look like he was approaching this drunkard at all.

I don't know if it's because the boy's movements are too big, or if the drunkard's senses are too sensitive, even if the boy stops, the drunkard still looks up and looks.

The unfocused eyes swept over the boy, making him feel uncomfortable for a while, but fortunately, the drunkard's gaze swept straight over, and didn't even stay on him, as if he couldn't see the boy's presence.

When the drunken man returned to the table, the boy endured the discomfort and sat down opposite the drunkard.

"Hello, I'm a member of the Illuminati's Enforcement Force, Absolute Justice. ”

The drunkard looked up again, this time no longer with unfocused eyes, but with normal eyes, so clear that they did not look like a drunken drunk at all, but dead and silent like a dead man, without a trace of life.

"Illuminati?"

Although his eyes were clear, the drunkard's voice did reveal a drunken feeling, and the characteristic big tongue was still quite recognizable.

"I've never heard of such an organization. ”

After saying this, the drunkard picked one from his hand and continued to pour himself wine.

Such an answer was also in the boy's plan, so he answered skillfully.

"We're a secretive organization, not particularly well-known. ”

The boy took out an envelope sealed with red wax from his bosom, removed the wax, took out the documents inside, and handed them to the drunk.

The drunkard hesitated a little, but still took the document, most of which were useless scenes, only two key points were meaningful.

It was a letter of guarantee from the Holy See to tell others that the boy and the Illuminati in his mouth could be trusted.

Closing the file, the drunk poured another glass of wine and drank it down.

"What is your purpose? I don't remember any association I had with the church. ”

So, the boy told the drunkard again what he had said to the hotel owner.

After listening to the young man's words, the drunk did not react violently, but just looked at the young man with dead eyes.

"Could it be that you want to help me get justice?"

After all, when the boy said something like 'Enforcement Force - Absolute Justice,' the drunkard first thought of only this literal understanding.

The drunkard said this just to tease the boy, who would have thought that the boy really nodded.

"Yes, the goal of our absolute justice is to eradicate the injustice and injustice of this world, to eradicate the filthy evil, and to make justice vary. ”

The drunkard's eyes widened at the boy's words, and after a moment of silence, burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, hahaha. ”

The words of a teenager are as unrealistic as those of a young and ignorant toddler talking about the future of the country, and even whimsy is not enough to describe this disgusting ignorance.

The boy waited expressionlessly for the drunkard to finish laughing, he had seen too many of the same expressions, everyone would react like this when they heard his words, he had long since not wanted to reason with these people who did not understand his noble goals, even if he said more, these people who were willing to succumb to evil would not understand.

This is the so-called 'Bird's Ambition'.

After laughing for a while, the drunkard slowly stopped laughing, and his eyes seemed to regain a little vitality.

"I'm sorry, I'm not trying to laugh at you, it's just that your idea can't be realized. (To be continued.) )