Silence~
The basement turned dead quiet as everyone looked at the floor above them and listened to the creaking.
Creak~ Creak~ Creak~
Above the basement, a dark-cloaked man sat down on a stool and tapped his finger against the counter with his index finger.
He was a big man.
Broad shoulders—which pushed the cloak's sleeves to the breaking point—led down to strong hands that ended in long fingers.
At his back, there was a crossbow. It was a very nice-looking one with intricate carvings and shiny silver bolts.
"Does no one work here? I want a drink!"
Kerr shouted.
He was greeted by nothing but silence and the echo of his own voice.
In the basement.
"…"
Machary was frowning as he was thinking about something, and then with a voice that was barely above a whisper, he asked.
"Isn't Kerr Gehram a Ranger?"
"…Yes, and so?"
The old man asked.
"He is considered the strongest Ranger in the world. Rangers have an amazing ability to detect presences nearby.
