“We’ll see you again!”

“I’ll remember your name!”

The two mercenaries exited the pub while supporting their egg-crushed colleague, shouting third-rate, cliched lines until the end.

Raven sat down while shaking his head.

Then he slowly looked over the rest of the customers.

Usually, people reacted in one of two ways after witnessing such an event. They would become afraid and avoid his gaze, or they would try to chase him out by complaining to the owner.

‘Hooh?’

However, Raven was forced to reconsider his prejudice.

“Wow! Sir! That was amazing!”

“Which mercenary group are you from? That was really something!”

The guests applauded and raised their glasses with praise. Feeling a little strange, Raven looked around before realizing something.

“I am sorry to ruin the mood. As a token of apology, the next round of drinks is on me.”

“Ohh! So it wasn’t just your skills. You are generous as well!”

“Thanks!”

Everyone in the pub cheered.

The middle-aged owner also nodded affirmingly with indifferent eyes, as if he found Raven’s response to his liking.

“Good!”

One of the guests suddenly...