In front of a quaint bar storefront, a middle-aged woman dressed in a luxurious black coat is drinking. With a long sword at her waist, despite being in her forties, her face is well-maintained with fair skin, expressive thick eyebrows, exuding a strong feminine aura. At the same time, due to being a sword master, her every movement reveals a bold and generous demeanor.
Shami watched and finally thought that Luwaka's taste seemed somewhat normal.
However, loving a married woman. Also liking Minotaurs, Luwaka might as well go die!
Harlan downed a large glass of beer with a gloomy expression, making the villager waiter too scared to make a sound.
"Lina, you bastard, doing such a thing. Don't let me find you. Don't think I don't know your whereabouts, I'm your teacher, you must have been active around here."
Harlan placed down a Silver Coin, turned, and walked away, continuing to look for the white-haired one in the village.
