Chapter 175: The Honourable Royal Concubine of Gerhard (I)
The drunken men stumbled unsteadily, their movements erratic and uncoordinated. In their intoxicated state, one of the Bargesians carelessly collided with a passerby, prompting a sharp reaction from him.
"Hey, watch where you’re going!" he exclaimed in irritation.
However, as he lifted his gaze, the Bargesian was taken aback to find himself face to face with two towering figures possessing striking good looks.
Despite the clash, the two men exuded an air of calm and composure. With impeccable manners, one of them spoke politely, "Excuse us," before gracefully continuing on their way towards the inn that Brone and his men had just exited.
The Bargesian squinted his eyes, a sense of curiosity and intrigue washing over him. There was something undeniably different about these two men, their appearance distinct from the Cassians they typically encountered.
With a dismissive shrug, the Bargesian turned on his heel, quickening his pace to catch up with his group, who had forged ahead.
As he joined them, their progress came to an abrupt halt when Brone, whose eyes were heavy with fatigue, suddenly succumbed to the intensity of his hangover.
"Bluergh!!"
A torrent of vomit spewed forth from the Bargesian’s leader’s throat, splattering onto the unforgiving ground. The hangover had left him so weakened that he had yet to regain full consciousness after a night of excessive drinking.
Barely maintaining his balance, Brone nearly succumbed to the ground if it weren’t for the quick reflexes of his assistant, Mikhal, who caught him just in time. However, as their bodies collided, Brone’s vomit splashed onto the unfortunate man’s outfit, causing him to recoil in disgust.
"D*mn it!" Mikhal shouted angrily, his hand smeared with the repulsive mess. "Hey, help me support the lord!" he called out to one of the Bargesians who, still inebriated and far from fully recovered, stumbled over with unsteady steps.