Chapter 33: A Season Spent in Hell (5)
There was a fair bit of pride in Vuffoet’s voice as he spoke. It almost sounded as if he believed he was the one who had brought the city up.
He was the type of person who projected his identity onto the company he worked for. Although it was somewhat silly for a mere employee to be so proud when he wasn’t even an executive, I disregarded it. Currently, the city scenery was much more interesting than the other party’s mental structure.
White villas were lined up side to side on both sides of the alley. There were several clotheslines that connected the villas like a spiderweb due to how narrow the alley was. Articles of clothing and blankets fluttered in the wind, making it seem as if they had coincidentally gotten caught here after having flown a long distance. As we walked down these maze-like alleyways, we would occasionally end up in rather spacious plazas. In most of these plazas, there were usually old demons having idle conversations on the benches.
“Hey! What sort of terrible reception is this!?”
I heard a loud voice come from a corner of the plaza. There was a small and shabby bar there. It was a bar that also had a side operation of being an open cafe, so I could see an old cat man kneeling in front of a young man.
“I apologize. Our shop is incredibly lacking…….”
“This damn cat. It’s natural that this backwater bar would be unappealing. You know, I graced this place with my presence because I was feeling nostalgic for this folksy atmosphere. Yeah? But what is this? The service here is a mess, the alcohol is lukewarm, and the tables are dirty. My mood has seriously been ruined.”
Even though messy service, lukewarm alcohol, and dirty tables are the very things that give off a folksy atmosphere, I retorted in my head. The old man is probably thinking the exact same thing. I could feel fierce hostility and hatred from the old man who was the owner of the bar.
Vuffoet lowered his voice and spoke into my ear.