Chapter 240: Witch Hunting Corps
Falling Star City, Bui Tavern.
As the top tavern in Falling Star City, Bui Tavern was already bustling with patrons even before dusk.
Passing through the tightly shut doors, one could hear the raucous laughter and boisterous shouting from within.
Joseph had just served a dish to a table of guests and was turning to clean another messy table when the jingle of the entrance bell signaled the arrival of a new customer.
"Welcome!" Joseph instinctively called out. When he turned to look, he froze momentarily.
The newcomer was draped in a large gray robe that obscured their entire figure. Their face was concealed by a mask that covered most of it, leaving only their chin visible—a chin that appeared pallid under the warm light.
"A wizard, perhaps?" Joseph's first thought came to mind, but he quickly dismissed it.
While Falling Star City frequently saw the comings and goings of wizards—there were even reports of over a dozen wizards permanently stationed at the lord's manor—those lofty figures would never frequent a lively place like this.
"Probably some wizard fanatic imitating their attire," Joseph concluded. Working in the tavern had exposed him to all sorts of people, so he wasn't overly surprised. He promptly stepped forward to greet the newcomer.
"Please, have a seat inside. Our house's specialty malt beer is the pride of Falling Star City—brewed with the finest barley, it boasts a smooth taste and exquisite flavor. Would you like to try a glass?"
Guided by Joseph, the robed figure sat at a recently vacated table in a corner of the tavern. Flicking their finger, they tossed a silver coin that spun in the air before landing neatly in Joseph's hand.