Chapter 92- The Local Celebrities

In a low-class bar, situated in the central town of El-Tarter, Jake kept downing a few glasses of alcohol.

"Perhaps you should tone it down, champ," said an old man in his fifties with a beard that covered his whole face. It was Davidson Cook. As he spoke, he stroked his beard before he took a gulp off his cup himself.

Steve Ray smiled wryly, "if you hadn't won a few gold coins earlier, he wouldn't had agreed to join you for drinks. He's more anxious about cashing in on our bounty."

Jake smiled and glanced at the people around the table. "How could you not celebrate the champ? Besides, wasn't your stomach rumbling all the way here? Infact, I don't care about you lot. As long as Emily and Aishantha have eaten, I don't mind."

Jake smiled at Emily and Aishantha who sat opposite him eating a few plates of a scrumptious meal.

"By the way, even though he is your prisoner, he still has to eat right? Or you want to be dragging a half dead man back to the palace?" Jake spoke as he took pi