Glen immediately looked around and soon spotted a small town not far away. It was not as large as Dude or Bayek. In fact, it was more like a village than a town.

The old man folded the map in his hand and stuffed it into the inner pocket of his coat. He said to Glen,"Come on. We'll stay here for the night and continue our journey tomorrow. I'll arrange for a more comfortable carriage, though."

"That's great to hear."

As they spoke, the two of them jumped down from the carriage and walked towards the town ahead.

This was a rather backward town. The roads were uneven, and the air was filled with the smell of livestock manure.

Could there possibly be an inn here? Glen couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

However, reality soon provided an answer. Not only was there an inn, but it was also a rather large one.

It was located in the center of the town, surrounded by a cluster of buildings. The skull of some horned animal was mounted above the inn's entrance, giving it a wild and rugged appearance.

Some strange shouts came from inside the inn, piquing Glen's curiosity.

"Try not to cause any trouble when we go in," the old man, who was walking ahead, suddenly turned back and cautioned.

"What if someone picks a fight with me?" Glen retorted.

The old man let out a couple of cold laughs."Then deal with it yourself."

"No problem."

The old man pushed open the door of the inn with his thick arm. A strong smell of alcohol assailed Glen's nostrils. Although it was pungent, he merely waved his hand in front of his face a few times.

Inside the inn, there were many people. They were dressed in various styles, but they all looked like they were not to be trifled with.

Their eyes were sharp, and most of them only glanced at Glen and the old man out of the corner of their eyes.

In addition to humans, there were also a few dwarves and beast-headed people. It was these non-humans who were making the strange noises.

"The one sitting at the very back is a witch. She knows a lot of terrifying and eerie black magic. You'd better stay away from her," the old man whispered as soon as they entered the inn. If Glen didn't have exceptional hearing, he would have thought the old man was talking to himself.

Glen took a brief look at the people the old man had mentioned. There was only curiosity in his eyes for these new and strange things.

The old man fell silent, and the two of them walked straight towards the bar.

Suddenly, three beast-headed people, almost as tall and strong as the old man, came walking towards them. The leader was a bear-headed man, who greeted the old man in a booming voice,"Old Bor, long time no see. How have you been recently?"

"I'm fine. Don't bother worrying about me," the old man replied in his usual cold tone. It seemed that he was like this with everyone, except perhaps his own dog.

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"You're still the same." The bear-headed man didn't seem to care about the old man's attitude at all. Noticing Glen standing behind, he suddenly laughed loudly and mocked,"Hey! Look at this! The old guy has brought a little brat who's not even weaned here. Could he be your son? Hahaha..."

The other beast-headed people also laughed, but the other patrons didn't even turn their heads.

Bang!

But a loud noise forced them to turn their attention.

The bear-headed man, who had been laughing just now, was now lying against a broken corner of the wall, grimacing in pain.

"With such a loud mouth, but as soft as a ball of cotton. I really don't see what he has to be so arrogant about," Glen said as he retracted his foot, a look of disdain on his face.

The remaining beast-headed people looked at the bear-headed man, who had been sent flying several meters away, and then at Glen. Their eyes were filled with hostility, and they let out continuous growls.

Seeing this, Glen rolled his shoulders, clearly preparing for a fight.

"Have fun," the old man said, seemingly not at all surprised by Glen's strength. He then went to the bar to arrange for their accommodation.

When the beast-headed people saw that Glen was actually going to charge at them, they all turned around at the same time, helped the bear-headed man up, and fled outside the inn. They didn't even utter a single threat throughout the whole process.

Glen had no choice but to give up.

The patrons around them looked at him with various expressions. Some seemed to be deep in thought, while others were clearly intrigued.

The old man tossed a key to Glen and said,"This is the key to your room. I'm going to take a rest. Do as you please."

Glen noted the room number on the key and put it away. When he saw the old man go up to the second floor of the inn, he immediately walked over and sat down at the witch's table. He asked,"Do you really know magic?"

The witch had been staring into space ever since they entered the inn. When she heard Glen's question, she didn't move, but her lips parted, and she said in a cold voice,"Stay away from me if you don't want to die."

"I'm just curious and would even like to learn if possible. Don't worry, I'm willing to pay for it. Or if you need something, I might be able to get it for you," Glen said, unfazed by the witch's threat and revealing his true intentions.

The witch turned her face towards him. Her features were quite regular, but her eyes were completely white, which was rather eerie.

"Little one, ignorance can lead you to eternal damnation."

"Then are you eternally damned?" Glen retorted.

The witch seemed to be intrigued. She propped her chin on her hand and looked at Glen in a coquettish manner. "All witches are damned for all eternity."

"Let me have a try. Maybe I'm different," Glen persisted.

"All right, ignorant little one. Black magic and sorcery are not things you should meddle with. Give up this idea," the witch suddenly said in a cold tone, catching Glen off guard.

Before he could say anything more, the witch in front of him suddenly transformed into a thick mist and vanished.

Just like that, she's gone... Glen stared blankly at the empty seat and let out a sigh.

In the end, he ordered one of each kind of drink in the inn and put the bill on the old man.

After tasting all these drinks, Glen felt that he was just wasting money and suffering for nothing. Apart from the juice, which was tolerable, almost all the other drinks were extremely unpleasant. He really couldn't understand how others could enjoy them so much.

Seeing that there was nothing interesting around, Glen had no choice but to go upstairs to rest.

...

In the morning, Glen was awakened by the waiter bringing breakfast.

He went downstairs to the first floor, biting into a hard piece of bread, and found that the old man had already gotten up and was calmly sipping his wine.

"Let's go," the old man said as he put down his wine glass and stood up.

"Er... okay." Glen didn't know why the old man was in such a hurry, but since he was just a hired hand, it would be better for him if they could finish the task sooner.

This time, they took a carriage with a canopy, and the seats were much more comfortable.

On the way, Glen asked, "Old man, will we reach our destination today?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, we should be able to," the old man replied in a deep voice, closing his eyes and resting.

I wonder if NightRoar has been feeding the pigs properly... Glen also closed his eyes and let his thoughts wander.

...

In a certain civilian house, three people dressed in dark robes and wearing soft pointed hats were each holding a lifeless corpse with one hand, and thick strands of energy emanated from their hands.

In the corner of the room, there were two boys aged six or seven, huddled together and looking at the three people with extreme fear.