Chapter 391: A Day Where Dying Wouldn’t Have Been Strange
There was still liquor left, but the Cult Leader stood up.
I could have spent the whole night drinking and rambling, but the Cult Leader gave me no chance to speak further.
I followed him, reaching out toward the entrance. Whether he wanted it or not, I intended to see him off.
The Cult Leader glanced around the Zaha Inn, then turned away.
Not simply because he was strong—but because he’d toured all of Ilyang County before appearing, even I couldn’t treat him carelessly.
Matching his pace, I walked beside him on his right.
From experience, it’s the crazy bastard who stands on the Cult Leader’s right. So I took the Right Guardian’s place and walked with him for a moment.
At the entrance, the Cult Leader gave me a look as if swatting away a bothersome fly, so I had no choice but to speak.
“When else will I get to walk with the Cult Leader? Let’s go.”
He probably wanted to tell me to piss off, but the Cult Leader had his own lines he wouldn’t cross, so he didn’t speak carelessly.
His steps were slow.
I walked beside him, as if clearing away the darkness that had cloaked the Zaha Inn. I wanted to call out my eldest brother and walk together, but I couldn’t drag along someone who didn’t want to come.