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Puff! Another corpse burst open its belly in the dusk, startling a few birds perched on the dead wood, and the smelly blood spread under the internal organs of his dead companion.

"I heard them say that the red-haired man finally died on that hillside. The robbers not only chopped off his head, but they even used his head as a urinal." The owner of the tavern raised the dark wine bottle in his hand and filled the ceramic wine glass in front of the stranger with a large glass of beer. White hops flowed down the tilted rim of the cup and moistened the brown tabletop. "Then did they say how to pay that unlucky guy what he deserves?" The stranger wore a black hood, which almost covered his entire face. There was no emotion in his tone. "Remuneration? Damn it, no one is willing to spend that wasted money to buy a coffin for a dead person these days, even if he was hired by them to die." The owner of the tavern nonchalantly licked the hops on his hands. The gray money bag tied around his muscular waist was swinging from side to side with him. The stranger finally sighed and lifted the black hood over his head. Her long bright red hair hung down on her shoulders. "I hope I can hear such a wonderful story in the next place." He picked up the ceramic wine glass in front of him and took a sip.