Addressing the leader seed to be enough to snap him out of his stupor. He quickly straightened his coat, glancing at suspiciously.
“I’m sorry, this eting is a bit private.” He stated, his voice sounding a bit tight.
“You’re holding it in a public area.” I reminded him.
He stiffened slightly. “That as it may… we don’t have many large eting areas to speak. Perhaps I can pay for your drink, and a private room.”
“These are wolfkin, do you think they won’t be able to hear a room over?”
He gave a bitter expression. “I an, we can find you a temporary accommodation that is much more… suiting for your station.”
I lifted the ale, taking a sip. I had Poison Immunity and Disease Resistance equipped. I generally just always kept it on, so I didn’t need to worry about what I ate or drank. Well, I probably wouldn’t eat disgusting things unless I had to, but I also didn’t want to have to deal with diseases. As to why poison was called immunity, while the disease was resistance, I couldn’t guess. They functioned the sa way. They had multiple levels and like many dungeon skills, the more you poured into them, the higher the resistance. Frankly, I had never needed sothing beyond level 1, but I supposed if there was so kind of magical poison or disease, a higher level would be good.
As I drank slowly, the mayor seed to be waiting for my answer. The wolfkin wore expressions of indifference as if they didn’t care where they were. They casually took sips silently, taking the opportunity to relax a bit. When I finished drinking, I put the glass on the bar and then stood up. Given my size, I wasn’t much harder to see than the mayor.
“Miki,” I said.
The crowd of people all flinched. If there was any doubt that they knew sothing about her, or that she had any connection with what was going on, it was completely gone.
“I-I-I’m sorry, who?” The mayor spoke nervously, although he was sweating.
“You know her.” I declared. “Foxkin girl. 9-ninetails. As I understand it, they’re extrely rare. To see one born, let alone living until you could sell her off to slavery, she’d be hard to forget, I think.”
“A-ah… r-right… Miki… we sold her to a slaver. She was very sick and didn’t want to be an inconvenience to her family any longer. That was many years ago. She likely died…” His voice gained strength as he ca up with a new lie so obvious I didn’t need Celeste to tell the difference.
“Two months ago, she was about a day’s travel east of here, in the wildlands. Then, a group of animalkin ca and told her that she needed to return ho to help her family. Return here.” I stated, causing the mayor’s expression to turn ugly. “So, where is she?”
I was revealing a lot of what I knew, causing the wolf pack to turn to look at with surprise. However, they weren’t that surprised. They had known that I had been sent to deal with this nace. If I didn’t have so connection to this nace, then when would their lord have depended on ? As for the rest of the crowd, their expressions were a mixture of shock, fear, and even disgust.
The mayor’s eyes narrowed. “Who is Miki to you?”
I supposed it was ti to go for broke. I took a step forward and the disguise around transford back into my original face.
“I am Lord Deek Deekson. Miki was my slave. Now, what did you do to her?”
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