Most followers of the Father of War are drunkards, and "Broken Bone" is prepared for such people.
However, now, everyone had collapsed.
Only Ethan seemed sober. After drinking down the last follower of the Father of War, he stood up and walked toward the tavern owner, who took a step back in fear.
"Boss, let's settle the tab for our table."
"15... Gold Lions."
Ethan took out his pouch, counted out 15 Gold Coins, and handed them to the owner.
Although these patrol officers claimed they wanted to treat him, seeing their current state, they probably wouldn't wake up for a while.
"Miss Keroy, let's head back to the inn."
"Coo, coo, coo—!"
Miss Keroy fluttered her wings joyfully, following behind Ethan.
She hadn't eaten so delightfully in a long time.
It wasn't until Ethan had left for a while that the owner came back to his senses, looking at the toppled followers, having no choice but to accept the astonishing truth before him.
