When Milo and Melgor returned from their shopping, Barrack was sitting in the lobby of the relay station, humming about how it was a great day today and having a little drink.
This time, Milo was even more sure the trade caravan would not continue heading north anymore. Otherwise, Barrack would definitely not be drinking.
He had observed that no matter how cheerful the atmosphere was whenever they stopped to set up camp, Barrack would not touch a single drop of alcohol. After all, how could a soldier drink while they were on a mission?
Now that he no longer had to lead his comrades to their deaths, he was in high spirits. Moreover, when Barrack saw Melgor, he no longer thought about trying to get rid of that jinx. Instead, he greeted him enthusiastically and even invited Milo to join him for a drink.
Barrack did not dare to invite Melgor due to the difference in their statuses. As a knight, he was not qualified to dine at the same table as a sorcerer.
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