Crimson Servant

Chapter 126 Bitterness
In the chaotic tavern, the boss stood behind the bar, staring at the busy waiter and crossing his arms. The guy in simple clothes was lame on one leg, but he had to bear the work of the entire wine table.

The rough men with strong limbs and fat bodies seemed to have agreed upon it. They chose the seats in the corner and yelled at the poor boy to give them the drinks for the table first. When he panted and his neck was red and placed the foaming wooden barrel cup on the guest's table, the farthest drinker on the other side would jump into a rage and call him loudly.

The others laughed at the farce in front of them. They lacked sympathy and no one took the side of the weak. This is Artemis, where the law of the jungle is the strongest law.

The waiter was sweating profusely. He was so emaciated that he could only squeeze through the crowded arms of customers. His tray was held high. The exertion of every move would increase the burden on his lame legs, but he could only grit his teeth and persevere. An unknown pair of hands pushed him between the crowded wine tables. His body tilted and he watched desperately as the wine glasses on the tray flew out and hit the guests who had just entered the tavern.

oh! No! The waiter screamed inwardly.

The new guest was wearing the finest fabrics he had never seen before. He was a wealthy or noble person, but now the guest's clothes were wet. He ran and jumped over in a panic, almost losing his balance. He knelt down in front of him, took out his relatively clean shirt and prepared to wipe it, and at the same time kept repeating in his mouth.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so damned good, dear guest...?"

The boy's eyes widened, and he saw that the stain that represented his mistake disappeared from the robe little by little, leaving no trace at all, and it was as new as ever.

The boy looked up dully, his eyes moved upward, and he saw the face of the warlock who was similar to his own age. Clean, confident, and indifferent.

"Step aside."

"Yes!" The boy's body quickly followed the instructions as if possessed.

"Don't worry, don't panic. Think more, think carefully about the location of the shipment, where it is, and outline that place in your mind. Yes, continue... Very good, you also got a private warehouse, stole Hidden the treasure from those bosses, oh, what a great pirate.”

"The sea witch greets you, Augustus."

He limped over to the warlock and said hello in a professional manner.

He suddenly found that the corridor was so wide, and it was strange that his thin body could freely walk through it.

The waiter felt particularly uneasy about this anomaly. He felt uncomfortable and wondered if he would be fired if these guests no longer needed him.

John Kemp complained in his mind about the waiter who had no discernment, and his attention returned to Augustus. He was a supplier of rare goods in Artemis West District. He had business dealings with several big pirates and helped them sell stolen goods. , secretly supporting his own smuggling business.

"Guest, do you want to drink something? We have a variety of fermented pure brews in the store..."

"That batch of goods, think more about the little dispute you had with the witch in the basement. No need to speak, your mouth is not working well now."

The waiter continued his comical movements, but soon stopped.

"Step aside."

His eyes began to wander around, and his eyes looked at the young guest who had just sat down. He walked across from Augustus, a regular customer. The boy could see a startled change in Augustus's little eyes. He quickly lowered his head and remembered the boss's rule not to look at customers for a long time.

The boy immediately carried out his order without hesitation, his body seemed to be designed to obey his orders, which felt much easier than the shouts of other guests.

This bullying old pirate withheld a batch of alchemy materials from the sea witch, and John promised to help her get them back to avoid unnecessary bloodshed.

In the tavern, it was quiet. Those guests who had loud voices in the past were all sitting calmly in their seats, without making any sound or stretching out a leg to block the way.

The waiter quickly shook his head to get rid of the strange feeling of security in his mind. He was still at work and he couldn't be lazy. The first thing he learned when he was taken captive to this terrible place was that if you starve, you will die. He was luckier than his friends who were begging on the street. He had his boss to give him food, and the cost was only a lame leg.

【let me go! ] The old pirate's thoughts turned into sounds, mixed with a hint of fear.

The interrogation of the soul was over, John Kemp had his answer, and it was time for him to leave.

The warlock hooked his fingers at the waiter standing aside, and under the expectant gaze of the lame boy, he dropped two gold coins into his skinny palm.

"First, sir..." The waiter's hand holding the money was trembling.

"I want the best wine in your cellar, the deepest one, a whole barrel, bring it up." The waiter showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

"But sir, I can't carry a whole bucket!"

"Go immediately! If you can't do it, don't come back!"

The customer's order once again defeated the waiter's insistence. He gritted his teeth and limped towards the stairs behind the bar. In the quiet tavern, the sound of long and short footsteps could be clearly heard.

After sending the guy away, John stood up and walked out of the tavern.

John's mind-stealing magic has some side effects. Whenever he tries to mentally control an intelligent individual, in addition to the trouble of breaking through the mental barrier, during the control stage, his brain will also uncontrollably accept the memories of those being controlled. Those dirty memories that have not been filtered.

From the moment John entered this pub, the bullying was repeated in his mind from multiple angles. The black-hearted shopkeeper used the lame waiter as a selling point to attract customers, leading these thugs to release the darkness in their hearts.

Negative emotions gnawed at John Kemp's nerves all the time.

The Sea Witch had warned him to avoid bloodshed, but what did this have to do with the Warlock.

"It's just Artemis's characteristic social interaction."

John Kemp had the final words.

"You will beat each other to death."

John pushed the door open, isolating the outburst of noise behind the door, and the noise in his mind disappeared one by one. It was great.

……

John returned to the damp and gloomy basement. The sea witch was carrying the bottle, raised his head and glanced at him, and said: "You are the slowest one. Go out and go upstairs, find a rag doll covering its face, and pull the rope twice." You will see my warehouse and your friends are already inside.”

"Thank you."

"It's just mutual benefit."

The sea witch waved John out and took a sip of the liquid in the bottle.

John stopped where he was.

"What, do you want a sip?" The sea witch raised the rum in his hand.

John pointed to the bottle and said.

"Barnes loved this rum and I've seen him with the bottle, many times."

"Oh?" The sea witch propped himself up and sat on an overturned iron pot. "Have you been with him many times? How rare."

"Barnes is my friend."

The sea witch narrowed his eyes and looked as if he was irritated. He drank the rum in one go and burped.

"He can't handle rum at all, especially this one. He gets drunk every time he drinks it, all the time."

"Barnes' friend, right?"

"Do you want to hear a story?"

(End of this chapter)