Chapter 74: If You’re Curious, Bring Me Five Million Gold (1)
Cork became a mercenary as soon as he became an adult. He never picked fights or challenged anyone stronger than himself. It was common sense that skill and experience determined the winner of a fight, and Cork knew his limits and exercised restraint until he had grown enough.
One day, Cork and his friends visited a tavern to celebrate his promotion to Gold-class.
“Oops!”
One of his friends, drunk, spilled beer on a man sitting at a neighboring table. The man was alone, cloaked, with neatly kept hair and clean clothes. It was obvious he was either a knight or a noble.
But the alcohol made the mercenaries lose their fear. More than that, it was mostly because the man was alone and looked like an easy target.
“Oh no, I’m sorry about that! Your clothes look expensive too. Heh, heh!”
The drunken mercenary chuckled as he made his clumsy apology.
“Tsk.”
The young man clicked his tongue, shoved the mercenary aside, and left the tavern. His dismissive attitude irritated the drunk mercenary.
“That brat thinks he can click his tongue at me? Does he think nobles can’t die?”
The mercenary drew his sword and followed the young man outside.