In a few seconds, a small fuming hole was created in the tavern.
"…"
An awkward silence was created in the room as all the cultivators stared at the hole.
"Oh my! I must have switched the liquid, I'm sorry! Take this refreshing beverage as a sign of excuse."
The woman took out another cup and tried to hand it to Noah.
"Jean, stop it. We all know of your title 'Enchanting poison', do you really think that the Royals would recruit someone that stupid to fall for your traps?"
A fat man spoke to her from the back of the room.
"Shut up, fatty! Let me have some fun. Those fucking Elbas have kept me in a cage till now!"
The man snorted at her rebuke.
"Didn't you expect that much after you killed almost everyone in your mansion?"
"Hmph! They were just blind idiots, they didn't recognize my talent so they had to die."
Jean said, sitting in a corner of the room with her legs spread wide, revealing the covered parts of her lower body.
The gazes of the male cultivators turned to stare at her with eager eyes and many gulps could be heard in the room.
'Why must I always be surrounded by idiots?'
Noah internally shook his head and turned to sit near a wall of the tavern.
"Hey, new one, what's your story?"
The fat cultivator asked Noah.
"I don't have a story."
Noah casually answered and closed his eyes, he had understood by then that the people in there were just like him: criminals.
"But you must have one, I'd even bet an interesting one for you to be here. I'm fatty Joe, I did some stuff on the western side of the country and now I'm a dog of the Royal dynasty."
Jean snorted and looked at Noah.
"Don't listen to him, he is a fatty addicted to human flesh. I advise you to never turn your back on him if you don't want to be bitten."
"Come on, don't be that mean, my cultivation technique works like that. I believe that everyone in this room has done its fair share of crimes to cultivate in this world ruled by nobles."
"He is right, Jean. We are the demons that the Royals use when they don't want to get their hands dirty."
Another man spoke, joining the conversation.
Jean snorted and spoke in an angry voice.
"Those fucking nobles think that they can set rules that only benefit them and label as a 'Demon' everyone that manages to break them. I could have been the genius of my generation in the alchemy field, instead I was relegated to be the maidservant of spoiled brats for half my life. No wonder the Elbas family ruled for such a long time, they don't care much about your origins and just accept everyone that has talent."
"Haha, that's true. But it's also true that they only use us as disposable slaves."
"Well, we don't have much choice. If we want to continue to cultivate, we need their support."
Many other people joined the conversation and Noah listened attentively to their words.
In the end, realization dawned upon him.
'They are just like me, talented people that had to break the rules to embark on the cultivation journey. I guess it's true that the Royal family has gathered enough dangerous individuals through their rule, I'm just the last one to join their hidden forces.'
Chapter end
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