Chapter 146
Whoosh!
It was a day when the northwest wind blew fiercely.
In a tavern located in the Satera territory of Lucon, the expressions of the patrons were far from bright, thanks to an uninvited guest who was there today as well.
Gulp, gulp.
The one drinking beer so vigorously that his Adam’s apple bobbed heavily was a man in his mid-thirties with rough hair and a coarse beard.
“Phew! Now that’s the taste! Hey, wait! Where do you think you’re pulling tricks!”
He was occupying a table in the tavern, enjoying a game of cards.
Slam!
Suddenly, his face contorted into a scowl, and he slammed the table hard, pointing at the cards of the man sitting opposite him.
“What kind of nonsense is this?!”
The man across from him looked utterly bewildered.
“Do you want to die? Huh! Do you want your arm cut off for cheating? Want to end up like me?”
Creeak.
The man shook the Iron Prosthetic Arm that replaced his right hand.
Gulp!
At that terrifying sight, everyone present swallowed hard.
‘Here we go again.’
The man causing this loud disturbance was Goetz of the Iron Arm.
Though he lived a day-to-day existence fueled by gambling and alcohol, in his youth, he had been a battle-crazed mercenary. Despite losing his right arm during his mercenary life, he couldn’t suppress his temperament. After attaching a prosthetic arm crafted by a blacksmith, he had returned to the field as a mercenary.
Rumors even circulated that he had met a sage of the forest and learned the trick of wielding mana, but because his behavior was so ruffian-like, people dismissed it as mere bluster.
