Kuak!

Thud!

The scarred man fell after being hit by Irenes fist.

But it wasnt a simple fall. He was pushed back so far that he knocked down a few tables and chairs.

The spectators who watched it held their breath.

Some even got up from their seats with startled faces.

However, Irene didnt care.

He walked towards the man and knelt on one knee, and said.

Its your turn.

I dont think youve fainted, so get up.

Uh, uhk!

Scared by the cold voice, the man opened his eyes instinctually.

Then, he saw the expressionless blonde man's face.

He stuttered, not knowing what to say.

Uh, ah, well

Or do you want to surrender? If so

It was the moment when he was about to say, tell me where Ilya Lindsay is.

The sound of chairs being pushed to the ground could be heard. The sound of people standing up.

Suddenly, seeing the men move, Irene got up.

Fuck this! Do you know who we are?

Where did this crazy bastard come from he must want a beating.

You seem to be someone whose name is unknown. Do you think that this place is clumsy like other towns?

In an instant, profanity and threats were all thrown at Irene.

Irene glanced around the tavern with his face still expressionless.

His guess was correct.

All of the guests inside were related to the scarred man.

No, before that, this place seemed like somewhere such people would gather.

Nevertheless, the reason Irene didnt avoid it was because he was in a hurry.

It didnt matter if the tavern was dangerous or not; he wanted to know what had happened.

And to be honest, it didnt even feel that dangerous.

Brother, dont go around looking like that.

Suddenly, he remembered what Kirill said.

She said that many people would pick up fights with Irene because he looks gentle.

Even so, he couldnt change himself.

But now, he decided to follow his sisters words.

She seemed to be right after all.

After thinking about that, Irene moved.

A few tried to stop him, but they couldnt move because of the unknown pressure.

So the blonde young man arrived in front of a man sitting on a chair.

He was a large man with a skull tattoo on the back of his hand.

There was a moment of silence.

A strange atmosphere formed between the two.

But Irene broke the silence by asking.

Would you like to bet with me?

!

Same rules as before. How is that? And what I want is the same.

This jerk

The man with the skull tattoo opened his mouth. And his voice was like a beast growling.

Everyone stayed silent. Since he was the leader.

Irene knew it too. It was his intuition.

And that intuition was telling him.

This man isnt his opponent.

Irene spoke again.

This time he raised his energy to a great degree.

Woah!

!

If you dont want to bet, you dont have to. I dont really want to fight. If you give me the information I want, I will leave this place quietly and never come back. I will pay you too.

The air in the tavern was heavy.

And it wasnt because of the tattooed man.

It was because Irene's energy was spreading all around and restraining all of the men.

The energy was so strong that even the ones with the dullest senses could feel it.

When there was heavy pressure, as if someone important was there, looking at the blonde man made them sweat.

That was when the taverns door opened.

A handsome man with pointed ears entered.

Uh, what? Its really hot. Did you set fire somewhere? Or has the friendship between men made this place hot?

Ah, I see that you arent in the mood to joke. Sorry. My apologies.

The man took off his hat and politely bowed.

It was weird, but no one spoke.

The man with pointy ears took advantage of the silence he created.

After bowing, he approached Irene with light footsteps.

And said,

A swordsman? Whats your name?

Irene Pareira.

Irene Pareira. Pareira, Pareira... I dont think youre from the west. And it looks like this is your first time in Eisenmarkt.

It is.

Ah! I apologize. You dont look too out of place. Dont get me wrong however, it seems like you have some questions ah, I heard it from outside

As he spoke, he pointed at his ears.

And then Irene realized that the person talking to him wasnt a human.

Hes an elf!

Elf.

A race that lives in the eastern part of the continent, they were characterized as more beautiful than ordinary people, with sharp, bright ears and slim bodies.

And they were known to have fewer interactions with humans than dwarves and orcs, so Irene didnt think about them much, but the man in front of him was definitely an elf.

Well, if you have any questions, please ask me.

If you stay here, things will only get worse and you wont even get an answer.

But do you know the answer?

Irene asked.

The elfs attitude was weird and sly, but his eyes felt honest, so he couldnt tell if the elf was messing with him or not.

Was Irene hiding his confusion?

It seemed that way since Irenes words came out more blunt than usual.

However, the elf smiled, took out an identity card with a portrait of himself on it, and showed it to Irene.

No, it wasnt a portrait but a picture taken by a magic tool.

Below the picture of the elf smiling were his name, affiliation, and position.

[Chief Reporter of the Weekly Arena, Hinz.]

Im Hinz, the chief reporter who deals with the news that will be published in the weekly magazine, Weekly Arena. I know about most of the events in Eisenmarkt, especially those related to gladiators. Maybe I can give you more useful information than the ones here

Irene shook his head at the arrival of someone with a job he hadnt expected.

Newspapers and reporters.

It was unfamiliar but not something he was unaware of.

A newspaper is a periodical publication designed to quickly and accurately deliver various news to society. And a reporter is someone who reports and covers the news.

But Irene has never read a newspaper or met a reporter. He just knew that such a system existed.

However, even Irene was aware of the fact that dealing with a reporter would be tiring.

The problem was that he was in such a hurry that he couldnt care about such a thing.

Ah! Im just saying this please understand that I want nothing in return.

Of course, Im not saying that Im doing this without any selfishness haha, in order to effectively publicize myself, I need to interview someone, so if possible at least a brief

Words of persuasion flowed out of Hinzs mouth.

He spoke for so long, but not a single person stopped him.

Not because of Irenes energy, but because the elf seemed to be a difficult person to touch.

Im sure he knows a lot.

Irene sighed.

He didnt care about fame or interviews.

However, he thought that the elf could help him, so he didnt mind paying a price.

Irene nodded while giving strength to his eyes and staring at Hinz.

Feeling a strange pressure, the elf looked down, and then came the question from Irene.

Do you know where Ilya Lindsay is?

huh?

I asked if you knew where Ilya Lindsay, the champion and Sword Master of the Land of Proof, is.

Hearing Irenes words, Hinz took a step back.

He was still smiling. However, anyone with a keen eye would know that his face had gone stiff.

And then Irene spoke to him again.

If you know, please guide me. To the residence of Ilya Lindsay.

This is difficult!

Reporter Hinz glanced at Irene, who was following him, and sighed.

When he first looked at Irene, he was interested.

Obviously, he was.

The people of Eisenmarkt are addicted to fighting and gambling, so new powers were always welcomed.

The emergence of a talented young man who even he didnt know of. It seemed like an interesting article to the elf whos been a reporter for 15 years.

So he approached him intending to get to know him and then write an article

But hes a madman who wants to go straight to the champion.

Of course, it wasnt that he didnt know where Ilya Lindsay lived.

Any reporter who lived here for a few months would know where the champion lives.

But when reporters were beaten by Ilya Lindsays escorts for trying to get an interview with her, Hinz had given up on the thought of meeting her.

It was because he had no intention of clinging to something that had less than a 0.01% chance of success.

even the lord of Eisenmarkt will be sent away, there is no way this one can meet her.

Hinz sighed.

After guiding this gentle yet crazy man to where she lived, he planned on running away.

If he stayed, he would be beaten by them too.

Since he was a different race, they wouldnt beat him badly

But I dont want to be hit at all.

While thinking about that, they arrived in front of a large mansion.

It was one of the most elegant places in Eisenmarkt, and there was a man, who seemed like the gatekeeper, standing there.

Hinz pointed towards the mansion and said.

This is where the champion lives.

I see. Thank you.

Haha. For what? Im glad it was helpful. Then I will ah! Weekly Arena Hinz, Hinz! Dont forget me. Kay bye.

After guiding Irene to the mansion, Hinz turned away without feeling any regrets.

There was no reason to stay there.

And he had another story to cover at the northern side of the square, so he would head there.

However, those thoughts disappeared as if washed away by the voice of the blonde young man behind him.

Here, this is the emblem of the Lindsay family.

I came here to meet Miss Ilya Lindsay as a guest.

What?

The emblem of the Lindsay family.

The reporter, who heard those unexpected words, looked back with a shocked expression.