Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 275: Can I Get a Menu?

Seeing the excitement in her eyes, Zaroth noted she was money-hungry—not that he could blame her. Who wasn't?

After she was done, she looked at the demonic mask once again. She was still a bit afraid but seeing that the mysterious man was willing to pay for their work put her mind at ease.

"Is there anything else you would like?"

While her tone remained polite, a single thought echoed in her mind: 'This man is loaded!'

Zaroth nodded, "Yes, I want the best leather armor you have, and Torin said you are more knowledgeable on this regard."

By the end, Zaroth had found a suitable leather armor that cost just one gold coin.

His work in the forgery was done, so he exited. As soon as he did, his eyes narrowed, seeing that it was already dark.

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'Did I stay so long there?' he asked himself.

Before doing anything, he summoned Nightshade. He extended his arm toward the panther, giving her the armor.

Seeing what her master wanted, she stored it in her shadow, and then Zaroth desummoned her.

He wasn't able to put on the armor now as he had to get the robes off, and he didn't want to be bothered by it.

"It is really handy to have this shadow storage," he muttered as he was about to head to the place he had been provided with.

But along the way, his stomach growled.

'I guess I'm hungry. I haven't eaten in a while,' he realized.

Changing his course, he searched the stone streets until a brightly lit building was in view. At the front, it said 'Bear Tavern.'

"This place should be good enough," he muttered as he opened the door. He was excited to see what kind of food they were presenting here.

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Inside 'Bear Tavern,' the place was full. Over a dozen tables were packed, each with groups of four or more, chatting and laughing.

Usually, the place was pretty quiet as there weren't that many things to talk about in the secluded city apart from the usual drama and gossip.

However, today was different—vastly different.

The city was attacked by their enemy empire, only for it to be saved by a single man wearing only white robes and the skeletal dragon he was able to call upon.

"I'm telling you, I saw him! He looked like some kind of ghost!" one man exclaimed.

"No, I heard if you looked at his mask, it would become obvious that he was not a ghost but a devil instead! How else would one explain the demonic mask that was on his face?!" his friend replied.

"Betty! Four more beers!" a man shouted to the gorgeous waitress.

This was the reason as to why 'Bear Tavern' was so popular. The daughter of the owner was a blonde woman in her early twenties, her face was the most breathtaking in the whole city, and her curves were to die for.

Taking advantage of the situation, the black uniform she wore was one size tighter than it should have been, so her features and curves were even more emphasized.

And on top of that, a few of the buttons on it had been undone on purpose, showing her huge rack. It was safe to say that most of the people ordered more than one time simply so that once Betty came to deliver their order, they would be able to gaze at her breasts as she put the order down.

"Tell me, Betty, what do you think of that mysterious person?" one of the men at the table she was serving asked while focusing on her chest.

Ignoring the fact that the man she was speaking with was staring at her chest rather than her eyes, she replied calmly with a smile.

"I don't really have an opinion as I haven't seen him, but considering that he protects our city, I am grateful."

After seeing that the orders had been delivered, Betty returned behind the counter where the bar was. It was late at night, so it was safe to say that no one was ordering more food.

As she began to clean it, a loud noise caught her attention.

"What did you say, you idiot?!" a red-faced, obviously drunk older man shouted.

"I said I'm tired of staring at your ugly mug, old man!" the younger one barked back.

Betty couldn't help herself as she released a soft sigh. Her job was pretty easy—she just had to look pretty and act polite to attract the customers. The only downside was that from time to time, there would be two or more imbeciles that had drunk too much and were going to cause trouble.

Without waiting for a moment, the two began to fight. The older one was knocked into the counter, causing one of the bottles on it to lose balance and fall off.

"Stop it, you drunkards!" Betty shouted. It seemed that today she would have to work overtime to clean the mess these two idiots were going to create.

The old man that was sent to the corner got up on his two shaky feet, and the younger one charged in.

Before the two could reach one another, however, the door of the entrance sprung open.

Naturally, since the two fought just before the entrance and all the attention was on them, everyone turned curiously to see who was entering the tavern at such late hours.

Silence.

The once-lively tavern went dead quiet as a man wearing a demonic white mask and robes stepped inside.

He didn't seem fazed by the fact that two drunk men were fighting before him as he went past between them.

Throwing a glance at the tables, he saw that all of them were full, so left with no choice, he sat on one of the elevated stools in the bar.

As he spoke, his voice echoed in the eerily silent tavern. "Can I get a menu?"