A Mercenary Who Gets Eaten in a Pure Love Game 70

Chapter 70 – Beatrice’s Date -1-

Right after the saintess left the restaurant.

The inside of the restaurant was a mess.
Broken utensils and cups, broken tables.

When his restaurant, which he had operated on a small reservation basis, was horribly ruined, the restaurant owner’s beard trembled.

The person concerned was eating the food in peace, so the owner went crazy.

But the opponent is a warrior.
First of all, if you do everything you are told and ask the lord of Hegrove, you will be rewarded somehow.

An employee with a worried face approached the boss.

“President….”

“Damn it… Whoa, are you hurt anywhere?”

“Yes. More than that, a warrior… He wants me to bring some ale.”

Although his restaurant was small, it was a high-end restaurant.
A place to enjoy food with wine or spirits.
Not because it was cheap, but because the ale itself didn’t go well with this restaurant, and no one was looking for it, so I didn’t stock it.

It wasn’t enough that he destroyed his own restaurant, and the face of the president, who had even trampled on his pride, was red with anger.
Looking for ale, knowing that it was a restaurant that obviously did not serve ale, meant that the food tasted the worst.

But there was nothing he could do.

“Ah… Hello?”

Then someone came in through the back door with a wooden crate.
If the hero’s riot gets worse, the owner leaves the back door open to escape with the staff.
Bona Mana must have come to promote distilled spirits at the new brewery.

“You shouldn’t come in like this. Plus, now the restaurant is dragon… Ha. I don’t know what’s going on, but please leave.”

Cooong!

However, the stranger grinned as he put down the heavy box he was holding on the floor.

“Is there a warrior in the restaurant? I came to know. Nothing else but before….”

The man says that he was once indebted to that damned hero.
The owner of the restaurant opened the box with a distraught expression because he found out that the hero was at this restaurant and hurriedly brought a lot of alcohol that he liked.

“… Isn’t that ale?”

It was filled with bottles of ale from a well-known brewery.

“Whoa… This is enough for an hour. Thank you so much.”

The stranger just smiled and went out the back door he had come in, asking to keep what he had brought a secret.

“Bring him as much ale as he wants. I… I need to prepare food that goes well with ale.”

Having said that, the restaurant owner sighed and started cooking.
I don’t want the store to be broken anymore, so I show off my skills to the fullest.

* * *

There was one fact that I learned while following Yurgon.
It’s just that he’s weak to alcohol.
I had never drank alcohol with a high alcohol content in any village.

‘Chewgay cub.’

On the subject of that, I like alcohol again, and at most I get drunk by sipping ale or beer.

―Your lord, your head is going to hurt. Ha, why is that guy in Hegrove…

―Hey, I was off work today.

At a high-end restaurant, when a complaint came in saying that a hero kicked out customers and caused a disturbance, the perplexed guards were in trouble.

To that, I immediately paid a premium to the tavern, took a box of ale I was looking for, and headed to the restaurant to hand over the drink.
I’m not an idiot, and I didn’t do this out of pure good will.

‘I’m kidnapping you today.’

In fact, there was a different way I tried to kidnap and rape the wizard of the warriors party.

At first, when Jurgon was subjugating a powerful monster, he had planned that Joanna would pick up the sleeping wizard by burning the powerful sleeping powder in his backpack.

Other than that, I thought of various ways, such as waiting in a village along the expected path of the warriors and serving them food or alcohol when they arrive.

‘Too clumsy.’

It was too risky for Joanna to step in, and if she collapsed after eating the food the village gave her and lost her comrades, Jurgon could have retaliated against the village.

And due to the nature of Beatrice using magic, there were many variables.

So even if I try to come up with an amazing plan, I honestly don’t have any information, and I can’t think of a good way to know that I’m not a very sensitive person.

In Hegrove, where they had just arrived, they found out that Jurgon was causing a stir.

‘Anyway.’

Eat a lot because this will be her last dinner with her and her enjoyment.
A little while ago, what I brought to the restaurant owner was no ordinary ale.

『Jason and Daniel.』

Ale beer made by these two brothers.

Even though it is a high-altitude drink, it was similar to general ale and it was difficult to distinguish it if you did not know it well.
It was because there was no adverse effect of alcohol that pierces the throat unique to high alcohol.

Although the price is similar, it is four times stronger than normal ale beer, so it is easy to get drunk, so it was popular because of its good cost-effectiveness. Luckily, I was able to get a box right away.

“Don’t step out unless I’m in danger. Got it?”

While focusing on the noise inside the restaurant, he quietly turned his head and opened his mouth.

“Yes. Then today… Ah, nothing!”

I guessed what Joanna was trying to say behind her back, but I didn’t bother to say it.
She nods her head at her and reclines outside her dining room, where she disappears moments later.
They’ll keep an eye on me from places like the roofs of buildings.

I have a good heart.

‘Now I just have to wait.’

I took a deep breath, hoping that my gift would fit in the warrior’s mouth.

* * *

If it was impossible to kill Balladur realistically, there was a method called sealing as the next best option.

At the end of the journey, if his companions earnestly ask Jurgen and the saintess, wouldn’t they help seal the ancient evil dragon in the Holy Empire and Kingdom?
But the important thing is that in order to bring out the story of Balladur to his colleagues, he had to first reveal that he was a Dragonian.

‘Osiel… It doesn’t seem like he’ll show anything special.’

Of course, since the saintess, Osiel, was not treated as a human either.
Of course, most of her people treated her as a higher being than her human counterpart, but part of her was from a different race.

‘Ha… I’ll have to talk to you today.’

Beatrice thought that since the saintess was in a bad mood, she had to go home first, so when Jurgon got drunk, she would suggest a hint.

“Big… Is it worth drinking?”

Yurgon, who was sitting next to her, drank ale with oil on her lips.

From her point of view as a Dragonian, human appearance was not important, but Jurgen’s personality was also flawed.
Beatrice liked someone with a gentle and kind personality.

‘What can I do if I like it.’

She had already wandered the world for a year and bumped into several humans, but there were very few of them.
Anyway, all humans have their mates decided, and they hate heterogeneous people.
Besides, now that I’m in a party with Yurgon, I like it or hate it, but I have to follow his orders.

Beatrice, who was expected to be visited by an evil dragon soon, did not have the time to think like a girl.

Shaking her head slightly, she opened her mouth.

“Hey, Yurgon.”

Even after hearing his own words, Yurgon didn’t respond, just shoveling the freshly prepared cow’s intestines into his mouth.
I was offended by the terribly ugly appearance, but it didn’t last for a day or two.

“What do you think of the different races?”

Percussion!

At those words, Yurgon put down the spoon and crumpled his face.

“Under! Heterogeneous? Really tasteless. Hey, I should say it’s not a different species, it’s a monster. So, are Orcs also a heterogeneous race?”

It’s not an idiot, it’s a disgusting sound.

Pieces of cow intestines and such gossip came out of Jurgon’s mouth.
At that, Beatrice felt her heart shrink and opened her mouth impatiently.

“Yeah, but Neritiel is also an elf—”

“Oh, fuck! Don’t talk about that bitch to me!”

As he shouted, more food than before splattered onto the table and onto Beatrice’s robes.
Her dazed expression made Jurgon growl like her dog at her, who grabbed her by the collar.

“Don’t let a useless bitch spoil your mood.”

The front of her old robe was torn a little as he gripped her collar tightly.

“Go get a drink.”

The hero, whose eyes were wide open, could not communicate.

“Yes….”

With her head turned to the floor, Beatrice brought another bottle of ale without saying anything as the collar was released.

With such values, it was expected how he would react if he revealed that he was a Dragonian.

Then her mind went blank.
She had been desperate to live somehow, but she wondered if she had wasted her time so far.

Even after that, Yurgon continued to covet alcohol and food, and Beatrice waited, hoping that this time would pass quickly.

“Uhhh… That bitch has big tits….”

As time passed, Jurgen became a drunkard.
He mumbled to himself and shook his head back and forth, his hair smeared with the scraps of his food.

He never looked like a warrior.

“Ha. I don’t even have Osiel.”

If he had been next to Osiel Mann, he would have given the hero a blessing and made him drunk.
In addition, this guy drank as usual, but why was he so drunk?

Annoying.

“Like a rag, uhhhhh. Dirty year.”

Cooong!

The warrior, who spoke incomprehensible words, fell down with his head smashed into the table, probably tired of his self-control.

“”…….””

Then, as if they had waited, the restaurant workers stuck out their heads and looked at Beatrice with longing eyes, hoping for her to leave quickly.

With her apologetic expression on her face, she lowered her head, put Yurgon’s arm over her shoulder, and left the store.
Since Jurgon manages all the money, he has no money to pay even though he wants to.
He has nothing but to quickly take the hero and disappear.

“Wow, the smell….”

Beatrice’s stomach groaned at the fishy smell of alcohol and Jurgen’s repulsive body odor.

I’m really annoyed.

That’s how she threw Yurgon roughly into the inn room she had just locked up before escaping.

The front seam of the robe was torn, and cold air entered his chest, and food debris stuck to it everywhere, causing a feeling of discomfort.

At that time.

She tried not to be conscious, but someone who had been pacing around her a while ago approached her.

“If you don’t mind, would you like to wear this?”

The fair-skinned man smiled as he handed him a new, soft robe.

I thought about whether I should get this and picked up the robe.
When I thought about it, it came to my mind that I would have to complain to Yurgon tomorrow if I wanted to buy a new robe.

After a while, something touched Beatrice’s face as she awkwardly received it.

Handkerchief.
Her man opened her mouth, using it to remove the food clinging to his face.

“This citronella scent will calm your mind. I don’t know what’s going on… Cheer up.”

Come to think of it, the handkerchief smelled like a pungent scent.

“Well then.”

The man who bowed her head once turned her around and headed somewhere for her.
She tried to say something, but Beatrice just opened her mouth at the momentary dizziness she felt.

“Ah… Hey, wait a minute….”

Her voice did not reach the gentleman.

Unlike Jurgon, indeed… You are a gentle person.

For some reason, Beatrice’s heart started beating a little bit more vigorously.

* * *

I immediately turned around and started moving to a place where there were a lot of people.

Because my heart beat a little faster.
Hiding like that, I let out a sigh.

“Wow… You say that doesn’t work?”

The tiny amount of sleeping powder on her handkerchief didn’t work at all.
I adjusted it because I thought it would be dangerous to use a large amount, but that must have been a mistake.

After thinking about it for a while, I decided to mix and use more sleeping pills.