Perverted Otherworlder 221 Two Grand Generals

Seeing the corpses on the ground, the owner of the bar lightly pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his bloodied hand.

"Serving you? Hmph! How bold you are, what are you to Emperor Torga?" muttered the owner before he turned back to the counter.

His footsteps were heard clearly in the empty pub as he pulled out the glasses and put it on. Glancing at one of the bottles in a display, he furrowed his eyebrows before curving up a smile.

"Looks like, you have overcome your regret," said the owner of the pub.

"And your brutality is still present I see."

The voice came from the entrance of the pub. A lone man was stark naked as he crossed his arm. He smiled at the owner's back before he approached him.

The naked man with grayed hair took a glimpse at one of the corpse. He noticed clothing with a hint of royalty style embroidered in one of the corpses.

"Are you sure? You might enact a war between two kingdoms or more you know."

The sound of a liquid pouring to a lowball glass with three blocks of ice was heard. Before it reached the half of the glass, the owner took another bottle and fruit. His hand was quick and his precision was a sight to behold.

"Well, just take a seat, let's catch up with old times," said the owner as he brought two lowball glasses on each of his hands.

The grayed hair man shook his head in amusement. It was apparent that the owner didn't care if he enacted a war between two kingdoms. In his eyes, they were nothing but a group of children banded together.

After taking the first step, the owner of the pub halted. Putting the lowball glasses back on the counter, he pushed his glasses upward.

"So, why are you naked?"

"The prison cloth couldn't handle the might of the space storm, so they disintegrated before long."

The owner of the pub sighed before he said, "Just wait there, I'll go get something."

With a flick of his finger, clothing came out from his spatial ring. He casually threw it on the naked man's face.

It was a decent clothing but nothing fancy. Only the materials it was made from were far superior to what this world could provide.

"Thank you," said the man before quickly wore it.

The lowball glasses were lightly placed on the table as the owner also sat down standing up straight. Even with three corpses in the room, they felt nonchalant about it.

Having a little sip, the owner glanced at the grayed hair man, "What happened to you? You looked quite old with that gray hair."

The man he was talking to laughed, "I guess being stressful about that event can really give you an effect like this."

"I guess, so, but tell me, how did you overcome that regret?"

The grayed hair man took the lowball glass and drink it in one motion before slammed it on the table.

"Look at me."

The owner squinted his eyes. He saw nothing different in his figure, "You're still half-giant as always, what are you talking about?"

The man smiled, "Look at me, closely, something might shock you."

The owner furrowed his eyebrows. (Something might shock me? Well that is a rare thing to...)

"What!" The owner slammed the table with both of his hands as he stood up. Gulping his saliva, his hand shook as he pushed up his glasses. His lips curved up as he said.

"The King's Order is erased."

The grayed hair man nodded, "That's right! I didn't do it, no, no one in the entire multi-world can do it but master, but the emperor, himself."

The owner of the pub put his hand on top of his face as he lightly chuckled. His mana surged wildly as the tables near him blown away by the sheer force exuding from within.

"Emperor is back, the emperor is back," muttered the owner before he faced upward to the roof.

With a huge smile, he shouted, "Now then Heaven! The wait is over! This time you are going to fight all of us! Be scared Heaven, be very, very scared! For he has come back from the fate that you brought upon him!"

"Hahahaha!"

The mana surged wildly as the pub shook and cracked. The walls began to rupture and the lamps on the roof fell down altogether. Before long, the entire building came into ruins.

"Oops, sorry, I got too excited," said the owner before he floated to the sky.

The grayed hair man smiled before he followed behind him, "Now, that I got you, searching for master would be quite easier."

"With two grand generals banding together, of course, it would be easier but the worlds are too vast to explore for the two of us alone."

The grayed hair man furrowed his eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

The owner of the pub pushed up his glasses a wicked smile appeared on his face, "Of course, we need to gather the other grand generals rather than blindly searching for the emperor."

"Since I just run, I mean ran a pub, my connection is not that great but surely the others wouldn't stand still and be a nobody."

The grayed hair man contemplated for a little while before he nodded in agreement. Though searching for his master was the top priority, it would be meaningless if he couldn't find him at all.

"Alright, let's go, I heard a rumor about a familiar figure, she would definitely be grinning nonstop if she heard the news."

Chapter end

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