A woman wrapped in an old black coat appeared at the bar, and her eyes followed the direction pointed by the bartender.
The unkempt drunkard slumped in the corner, his long dusty hair covering his face, making it difficult to distinguish his true appearance.
"it's him?"
"If you're looking for a Sarkarz, he's the only one I have here."
The woman nodded and took a bottle of wine from the bartender's hand. It was more like rough-processed water than wine, which was countless times worse than real wine.
There is no alcohol in this era.
The drunk man reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at the person walking in front of him through the dim light.
"Who are you, hiccup?"
The woman sneered: "You can get drunk even if you drink water?"
She raised the bottle in her hand and hit the drunkard on the head, breaking his scalp and making his hair wet with red blood.
The severe pain made the drunkard's blurry consciousness clearer, and the person in front of him became clearer.
"You're actually still alive."
"I'm also surprised that you didn't die."
The drunkard's back supported the wall, and there was an unspeakable sarcasm in his tone: "Yes, the person who wants me dead most will come to me, Kelsey, have you forgotten that we are enemies?"
The woman named Kelsey poured the rest of the drink on his head. The irritated wound hurt. The drunkard's body was very weak. He was panting violently, but he did not resist even after being humiliated to such an extent.
"I lost, completely lost. Don't you understand? You shouldn't have come to me and just let me die here."
Kelsey said calmly: "Of course you will die, why is it more valuable if you don't die?"
"What use do I have..."
The drunkard pounded the wall with his hands, crying in a harsh voice: "You are here to laugh at me, I am a loser, I am defeated, I no longer have the courage to fight, are you satisfied?" ? If you are willing, kill me now and slit my throat with the broken wine bottle in your hand. Please, don’t say any more..."
"You should keep fighting."
"I can't do it! I can't do it anymore! Kelsey, I killed your man. If you want to avenge him, come on!"
Kelsey was silent for a few seconds and said calmly: "Can you sense his death?"
Drunkards don't talk.
Kelsey added: "No matter how far away the defender is, the defender can sense the death of his companions and the dissipation of light. Do you still have this power now?"
The drunkard held his head and cried, maybe because of the wound, maybe because of the lingering nightmare in his mind.
"It turns out that the light has not given up on you yet. Stand up like a man. I will choose a way to die for you. Before that, you have to do one thing for me."
The drunkard stopped all movements. He struggled twice and shook his body to stand up, but what greeted him was a front kick from the woman.
Kelsey looked at the Sakaz man lying on his back and said coldly: "This is a little interest you owe me, Tracys, you have killed enough people, now I want you to atone for your sins, you..." coward."
