Chapter 267: Bar Fight
Time continued to flow, and in this place where every drop of mana spent was vital, Alfred continued to move based on his physical strength alone.
When he was tired, he would rest and eat, and when he encountered danger, he would easily deal with it in a matter of seconds
It wasn’t about two days later that Alfred finally saw something that caught his eyes, in front of him was a place that seemed to be a town.
Rising from the grey ash dunes was the skeleton of a Behemoth, a colossal beast from the Age of Myths that had died here thousands of years ago.
Its curved white ribs arched hundreds of feet into the air, forming a natural cage against the howling wind.
Inside this ribcage, clustered like barnacles, were hundreds of shacks made of scrap metal, rusted iron, and tanned monster hide.
Beast-Belly.
It was a place where the unwanted went to disappear. Criminals fleeing the Empire, deserters, and madmen who sought the silence of the void.
Into this pit of misery walked Alfred.
He stood out like a diamond in a pile of coal. His black tailcoat was brushed clean.
His new white gloves were spotless. His posture was upright, contrasting the hunched, shuffling gait of the locals.
As he walked down the main mud track, silence followed him.