In a village, the place where the most people gather and which is also the easiest for gathering intelligence is undoubtedly the village tavern.
In the evening, the orange glow of the sunset enveloped the entire village as Saili slowly headed towards the tavern.
The first thing to do upon arriving at the village is to understand the general situation, then find a place to stay.
Although the Demon King Heir is in the village, the Divination Art only provides this one piece of information.
The appearance, stature, capabilities, and role of the Demon King Heir in the village... none of these crucial details were acquired.
Therefore, one cannot act rashly; if the purpose is exposed, the Demon King could seize the opportunity to escape at any time.
Saili is already prepared for a long-term infiltration, at least more than half a month, in order to identify the Demon King Heir’s identity in the village without alarming them.
Indeed, this is a demon hunting game spanning the entire village; she needs to find the Demon King lurking in the village by observing various situations.
The tavern door opens.
Wearing a mage robe, Saili quickly caught the attention of a dozen villagers who were having leisurely drinks in the tavern.
"This attire... is she a mage?"
"The badge on her chest, is it from Fa Tower?"
The villagers whispered among themselves, briefly conversing before falling silent.
Previously, the villagers would have eagerly and continuously discussed the high beauty and special identity of the black-haired maiden.
But now, the villagers are used to high beauty special identity maidens appearing in the village regularly.
"It’s just been another month since Lureya and Lina appeared."
"Is it truly a trend that a beautiful maiden appears every month? I didn’t expect our village to have such a destiny."
"This time it’s a black-haired type; if we gather four hair colors, we could..."
"In any case, somehow it will all be connected to that male villager, right?"
"Indeed... he’s completely become the designated greeter for outsider beauties, hasn’t he?"
Saili slowly walked over, initially enjoying the villagers’ respectful whispering towards the mage, suddenly realizing the topic had become strange.
The villagers sensibly made room for Saili, moving to other tables.
The black-haired maiden sat down at the bar, ordering herself a glass of water and a small plate of grilled meat skewers.
"Miss, you’re a mage from Fa Tower, right?"
The tavern owner Yodir brought the food over and asked.
Saili nodded, taking a simple sip of water.
"I am traveling the continent and just happened to pass through this village today; I plan to rest here for a while."
She didn’t need to explain to the villagers the real reason she was here, so she casually fabricated a reason.
Having the identity of a Fa Tower mage, appearing here for any reason would seem normal.
"I see. There is an inn not far away; if you wish to rest, Mage Miss, you can stay there for a night."
The tavern owner glanced at the black-haired maiden, secretly furrowing his brow.
Another maiden traveling the continent?
Why do the young ladies nowadays love traveling the continent so much; is it a trend among them?
After listening to an elf boasting in the tavern about being a solitary elf wanderer traveling the continent, the tavern owner immediately connected the two upon hearing the black-haired maiden’s words.
The tavern door opened.
The golden-haired elf dragged herself in weakly, her arms hanging limply at her sides.
Speaking of elves, an elf appeared.
Lureya dragged herself to the position beside Saili, pointing at the menu with her finger.
"Boss Deel, I want a glass of stress-relieving fruit juice."
Deel paused, showing an apologetic expression.
"Is this fruit abundant in the Elf Forest? Apologies. Elf Miss, our little establishment might not have juice from that fruit... we only have ordinary thirst-quenching juice..."
"Then a glass of watermelon juice, please."
After spending an afternoon in the room with low efficiency on homework, the elf decided to relax herself at the tavern in the evening.
Taking a forceful sip of the juice.
Seeing the fatigued elf maiden, Deel silently expressed admiration in his heart.
No need to say, today was another day of running around for examining the surroundings until just returning, wasn’t it, Elf Miss!
Frequently visiting the tavern, Lureya often has brief conversations with Deel upon each visit.
Sometimes, inevitably, the talk might exaggerate a bit.
But having previously helped the village solve a rebellious swordsman alone, Deel genuinely believes in the elf’s words.
Defeating the white-haired witch’s demon envoy under the Demon King, single-handedly overpowering dragonslaying, competing for invaluable treasures with the Great Mage...
Despite her youthful appearance, the elf maiden has such rich experiences.
One dare speaks, the other dare listens.
Lureya quickly established an image of a busy and powerful natural investigator in the village.
In the tavern, villagers gradually dispersed.
Saili quietly kept an eye on the blonde maiden sitting beside her, sipping her juice.
Is this the elf encountered this afternoon?
Why would an elf appear here and seem to be on familiar terms with the tavern owner?
At that moment, the tavern door opened.
A white-haired maiden entered, hands hanging limply by her sides, head drooping, body swaying as she walked in.