Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

Chapter 48: Trouble

The inside was batshit crazy.

Ultimatum made their way into the establishment and through the dense group of people standing in between the aisles.

There didn't seem to be a single area that was free from mooshs and humans alike, along with a few shorter stumpier beings that resembled dwarf's walking around as well.

Everyone was drunk, holding their own jugs of rum and booze as they waltzed around the place.

Drinks were being thrown everywhere, laughter and conversation filling up the atmosphere.

Waiters were rushing through the people in the aisles, attempting to not spill their drinks amidst the chaos.

The six finally made it to the front of the house where a large bar table was being tended by 6 moosh bartenders.

Hanzo was leading the group. He slammed his fist on the bar table as he finally got there.

"Fuck! This is why I hate coming here every time... its such a mess." He said under his breath, heavily irritated.

Cyllia and Urvil chuckled at his despair.

"Moal!" Hanzo abruptly yelled, causing one of the bartenders to stop making drinks and walk to where the short human was.

"Hanzo! Long time to see buddy!" The moosh said to Hanzo, a bright smile on his light green face. He was a tall moosh wearing a waistcoat.

"Skip the formalities, I'm too tired for that shit right now. We're here for the Truid Dungeon Quest. The one sent by Rock Saelfine's Royal." Hanzo replied with an unimpressed look on his face.

"No problem, it's probably been a long travel. Lord Michel Gallallof will arrive in two days. You all should rest until then. Your flat is 102 Shroomtop." Moal said, handing over 5 small golden tablets.

Hanzo took them, but raised a brow: "5? Don't you see there's 6 of us here?"

"6?" Moal replied, moving his head left and right to see who was a part of Hanzo's group, "No... there's only 5 that I see."

Hanzo turned, 'Tsk...' He thought to himself as he reached for Tyr.

However, his hand was met with air as he realized that Tyr wasn't where he was just a second ago.

"Huh? Where the hell did he go?" Hanzo turned, talking under his breath: "Nothing is going my way..." He clenched his jaw in anger.

Out of nowhere, he grabbed Moal by the collar and pulled him close.

The moosh shrieked in fear, his chin tucking into his neck as he got pulled inches away from Hanzo's face.

"Give me another one." Hanzo said to the moosh before letting him go and turning to face his group. He handed them 4 tablets.

"You all can go do whatever you want. I'll get Tyr." He said as the others rejoiced and began their leave.

"Hey," Jonas was the only one to stay behind. Hanzo turned to face him. "Make sure he doesn't get in trouble. He already stirred some news up with the Black Merchant Guild. The only reason they don't have him cornered in some basement right now is because we quickly left Drance and have been on the move for months now." Jonas said with a serious look.

"I know." Hanzo replied simply. Jonas left shortly after this, and Hanzo received another golden tablet before starting his search for the boy.

***

"Of course I can think like a human! What kind of question is that? Are you some racist!? Douden left that ideology behind ages ago! Get with the times you bastard!" A very short-looking man yelled at Tyr, spilling his drink slightly in anger.

They were on a completely different side of the establishment right now.

The short man wore a beanie and a blacksmith's clothing. Tyr assumed he was a dwarf at first sight. He had a long brown beard and thick eyelashes with a big round nose and brass skin.

"Douden? What's that?" Tyr questioned, curious.

"The Kingdom of Dwarfs!" The dwarf replied angrily.

A drunk moosh walking by heard the conversation, "We aren't in Douden right now you fool!" He yelled out of nowhere before moving on.

"W-what did you say? Screw you, mushroom boy! You got brains in that soft head of yours or is it more fungi!?" The dwarf suddenly yelled.

Tyr was taken aback, "Huh? I thought you said you gave up racism where you're from." He quipped with a bit of humor.

The dwarf abruptly turned to face Tyr, "Screw you too, hairless monkey!" He harrumped, turning before waddling away with his short legs.

"What? You're the same as us humans except you're just shorter!" Tyr yelled at the dwarf as he left. The dwarf gave Tyr the middle finger behind the back before disappearing into the crowd.

Tyr got up from his crouched position, "Jeez..." He said under his breath, "I guess the finger is a universal 'fuck you' throughout all the planets."

He heard a voice come from behind his shoulder at that moment, "Move." It was deep and commanding.

Tyr turned past his shoulder to see a very tall moosh towering above him. He was wearing long white robes with golden patterns flowing down it. He was about 7ft. tall in stature.

Before he could react, the moosh shoved past him and continued forward.

Behind him was an entourage of 3 guards that weren't any shorter, carrying sheathed swords and wearing iron armor.

The tall moosh continued walking as many people nearby began to notice him. Their faces quickly contorted from happy smiles to pale frowns and fearful gazes.

They quickly made way for the tall being, who was clearly someone of authority.

Tyr's body wanted to react to being disrespected, but he clenched his fist and stopped himself...

'I... can't get in trouble with an official. Not when we just arrived here.' He thought to himself, 'The others have talked about this quest like its the biggest day of their lives. I won't ruin it for them...'

As the crowd began to clear up for the tall moosh who was heading toward the exit, a random dwarf didn't seem to get the memo and stood in the middle of the free path facing away from the incoming robed moosh.

Tyr's eyes squinted, 'That's the guy I was just talking to...'

On arriving close to the dwarf, the tall moosh stepped down his back.

"Ack!" The dwarf exclaimed in pain, his drink falling out of his hands as he felt a force drive into his back and lay him flat on the floor.

"Tsk... vile creatures." The tall moosh said outloud with a disgusted expression, walking past as his guards also stepped over the dwarf several times.

Everyone around the area was silent. Their faces were worried, their eyes darting around cluelessly.

Tyr's eyebrows were furrowed in a furious rage that suddenly erupted within him. His teeth ground against each other. He couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Oi! Stop where you are, you tall motherfucker." He shouted across the room, garnering several head turns and shocked expressions.

Whispers of confusion and intrigue quickly spread through the closeby crowd as the tall moosh halted.

With an eyebrow raised, he slowly turned his head past his shoulder, "Huh?" He said in a low tone, a side of his lip raised in disdain.