Chapter 2: Murderers and Demon Worshipers
The Ramons ran the only inn in town.
Piper Ramon was the nominal boss, since almost all inn related work was done by his son. Although he was less than 50 years old, Old Ramon had already turned himself into an old man who spent his days in the tavern, listening to adventurers talking and boasting while playing his homemade ukulele and singing a few words. Occasionally he would go to the library where Nemo does odd jobs to read books and as soon as the sun sets, he would rushed back to his inn.
His reputation in town had always been good. Whether he was too enthusiastic or simply foolish, no matter who was in trouble, he would always provide help. If the adventurers were seriously injured, Old Ramon would even allocate special rooms from the inn for them to rest for free. This kind of reckless behavior from the good old man made it so that the inn’s revenue was just enough for the father and son to eat.
It was hard for people to hate a truly warm-hearted person, not to mention that Old Ramon had a tough and good appearance. Although he often made a mess of himself, he couldn’t hide the sharpness between his eyes. It was a pity that his son Oliver didn’t look much like him. Oliver Ramon was the more serious inn owner. He was handsome and gentle and always had a smile accompanied by his bright eyes.
If it weren’t for the fact that they both had exactly the same emerald eyes, Nemo would have suspected that Oliver was picked up somewhere by Old Ramon.
Strictly speaking, Nemo could be regarded as the beneficiary of Old Ramon’s warm heart. If it hadn’t been for Old Ramon picking up Nemo when he was around six from the Frontier Forest more than ten years ago, he wouldn’t have lived to his current age, so witnessing this kind of scene was something that he didn’t want to see at all.
Piper Ramon straightened his back, which had always been slightly hunched, making his whole figure look like a sword’s scabbard. He smiled at Oliver as if what he was holding wasn’t a giant monster but a harmless young deer.
Oliver looked completely stunned. From the moment he was attacked by the monster just now, his accumulated confusion and loss finally exceeded his tolerance limit. The young man shook his head and took a step back.
“Uncle Ramon…” Nemo whispered to the other party, but he didn’t know what to say. The grey parrot slipped to his feet, grabbed Nemo’s clothes with difficulty and climbed onto his shoulders, but Nemo didn’t bother to pay attention to it at all…