Quick Transmigration: Manual Mode [BL]

4.3 Looking Too Young To Enter A Bar

The first destination was Duskmore, a town bordering the elven forest and also the main trading channel for the humans and the elves.

Aeson needed to reach Whitvale, the capital of Aether city as his last destination. The journey from Duskmore and Whitvale could take up about a week to go by nonstop carriage journey.

'Then maybe I will reach there in half a month?'

He would take his time to the capital because the couple would stay at the capital for a month after the royal banquet in the time skip if there was no mishap. He did not want to go to their territory which could endanger him even if his martial arts skills were high.

The sun was already setting when he reached Duskmore town square, and most of the carriages stopped their services. Aeson could only try to find an inn to spend the night.

Duskmore was quite low populated so not many taverns and inns were built. The good ones were fully occupied by travelers, leaving Aeson depressed. He had to go further into the square corner and found a bar-tavern.

The first floor was a bar, very noisy and rowdy. On the second and third floors were rooms for people to stay in.

Aeson gathered his composure again and walked inside this new location. In the past, he hardly got the chance to explore because the tasks never issued him to leave his place or enter these places.

His face remained emotionless as he looked around, but his eyes were sparkling at the environment of a Western world. There was a bar opposite the door with occupied stools. There were other tables and chairs and noisy or sleeping drunkards.

Because he lifted his head to check the room, his hood no longer concealed his face when the light of the chandelier poured onto his face.

The people who noticed his presence subconsciously gulped at the cute youth with his milky white skin, platinum golden locks of hair, and jewel blue eyes.

One man with a ferocious face riddled with scars was feeling elated particularly.

'Ha! Looking at that appearance, he looks like someone who has never worked. I can hear the money jingle from here... if not, it would not be bad to play around with him for a little then I can sell him.'

Aeson wanted to remain lowkey, but it was futile. He could feel the hungry eyes of the people and cursed internally at them.

'Fuck your mother! I will pull eyes out and kick your family jewels if you dare do anything.'

He lowered his head again and quickly walked to the reception. And to his disappointment, a tall big man blocked his way.

"Hey, little guy, where did you come from? It's dangerous to travel alone." The scarred-face man's voice was deep and filled with malicious intent. He put one of his hands on Aeson's shoulder and kneaded it as he felt the body of the boy.

"..." Aeson had a blank face and quickly got out of the man's clutch before continuing to the reception.

Feeling offended and humiliated, the man's face scrunched up in anger, making him look horrendous and ugly. He stormed and blocked Aeson's way again, but this time, he grabbed the cloak's collar.

"I was being generous and offering you help! How dare you deny it! Are you a mute?!?" He shouted loudly and spit flew everywhere. Despite feeling disgusted, his face had no change.

'So just because you offered 'help', I should graciously accept it? What IQ is this?'

"Ha! This one is really a mute!"

The commotion finally drew the bar's attention as the atmosphere started to get quiet.

The man smirked at his silence.