Zich and Tim drank so much that it made outsiders worry for their lives. No matter how trained and resilient they were to alcohol, they couldnât help but become drunk by the sheer amount they drank. By the time Zich and Tim left the bar, they were both extremely drunk. They no longer seemed to have the wariness they had about each other when negotiating and exchanging information and burst into songs with their arms around each otherâs shoulders. They sang offbeat and out of tune like drunkards, but they didnât seem to care about bothering the people around them.
âHey, Zich!â
âWhat, Tim!â
They called each otherâs names as if they had known each other their whole lives.
âYou know! I am going to live ve~ry coolly!â
âYou are?â
âYup! With money and power! And girls too! I am going to get everything! And I'm going to crush everyone who gets in my way!â
âWhat a big dream!â
âYou have to dream big! Thatâs how you become a big shot!â
Tim did become a big shot in his past life. Since he was one of the top subordinates under Zich, the strongest Demon Lord of all the Demon Lords, he couldnât have gone higher than that.
âKuh! Then you have to work hard! You know, gathering skills, money, and connections.â
âI know! Thatâs why I am working so damn hard right now!â
Even after that, the two wandered in the dark for a long time.
âGo in!â
âYeah! You too!â
Even as they parted, the two appeared very close. Nobody would have thought they had been wary of each other before they drank. After sending Tim off, Zich walked through an empty street alone. Every time he took a breath, the smell of alcohol permeated the space.
âLike I thought, playing with that guy is really fun.â It was a future that had become a past now. While reliving the memories of the time when he was the Demon Lord, Zich Moore had really enjoyed his time drinking. When Zich first heard that Glen Zenard defeated Tim, the first thought Zich had was that he would feel lonely from now on when he drank; that was how compatible they were. But why did his footsteps have a sense of gloominess mixed in with them?
* * *
Afterward, Tim provided information to Zich from time to time about the banditsâ size, skills, and so on. They were all very useful pieces of information.
âWhere did you get information like this from?â
âItâs a secret. I might think about telling you considering the amount you give me and if you tell me your identity.â
âNevermind,â Zich said. Nevertheless, Zich was sure that Tim was able to obtain this information because of his connection with the bandits.
âThereâs no way that the Tim Platt I know would be able to extract information so masterfully even if I gave him tons of money. It might be different for Joachim or Evelyn, but itâs impossible for Tim Platt. Whatever the reason was, Zich was able to continue getting information from Tim. Excluding the bandits, the person with the most information about them was probably Zich. Still, that didnât mean Zich believed everything Tim told him either. To be exact, he was sure there was something else that Tim wasnât telling him.
âHe didnât move his fingers, so he isnât lying. He probably just excluded the parts he didnât want to tell me. Even if he is like a beast, he can at least use his head this much.â Tim had probably thought of this not by wracking through his head hard but through his instincts; after all, wolves were cunning creatures.
âSo, you are saying these bandits are aiming for the Demiro Firm?â
âYeah.â
âThese guys are sure aiming big.â
It wasnât as ridiculous as attacking the city hall as Zich mentioned before, but the Demiro Firm wasnât an easy target at all. They had one of the biggest buildings in the commercial district and their firm was as large as the size of their building. Not only did they have a tight network that connected the areas within the Campbell estate, but their networks also stretched out to other estates and even to foreign lands. Furthermore, the goods they handled were precious metals like the things that bandits were crazy about.
âHow much would they gain by just robbing them?â It was probably enough for each of the members to get a fortune and disperse.
âYou still donât know where the banditsâ home base is?â
âYeah, they seem to have hidden it really well. Even though I placed it as my top priority, I couldnât find them.â
âDonât give up and continue looking for it. I will provide you with all the expenses you might need.â
âDonât worry! Remember, I am the Tim Platt, and I will become a big shot in the future.â
âTalk about being a big shot once you actually become one. You just sound like a bluffing buffoon right now.â
Tim would have jumped in rage if it was his first time meeting Zich, but he laughed off Zichâs snide remarks now. His response displayed how close the two had become.
âAnyways, the information I gave you is pretty good right?â
âYeah, it was the best one among the information you gave me recently.â Zich threw two gem pieces at Tim. âYou know right? One is for your labor, and the other one isâ¦â
âFor the expenses that I would use to gain information. You donât have to remind me every damn time.â
âItâs good, you know. I hope you will continue to give me useful information.â
âDonât worry. Did I ever disappoint you?â
âNo, not yet.â
âIt wonât happen even in the future.â After giving a loud shout, Tim got up. He had the gems Zich gave him tightly grasped in his fists.
âLetâs have a drink again after everything is over,â Zich called out.
Tim stopped at Zichâs words as he was about to leave the room.
ââ¦Yeah. You have to buy the drinks next time too.â
âDonât worry. I have no intention of eating off a poor gangster. Even if you say the drinks are on you, itâs not like you would pay anyway. Youâd blackmail the bar owner for free drinks, right?â
âHa, you know me so well,â Tim said brazenly and left the room.
The door closed with a loud creak, and Tim disappeared behind it. However, Zich continued to stare at the door as if Tim was still standing in front of it.
âHe didnât even look at me.â
When he replied to Zichâs words about having a drink after work, Tim didnât turn around and only looked in front.
* * *
Late in the night, Tim stealthily walked into the building where he tried to beat up the angular-faced manâs underlings. Timâs extreme actions seemed to have an effect as no one was fooling around like before. On the other hand, since they were gangsters, they looked somewhat awkward as guards. In the first place, he didnât expect them to act like professional guards. He walked to the front; the guards noticed him and straightened their posture.
The guards clearly remembered what happened to the underlings that Tim chastised; those two had lost their bodies, and their heads were covered in blood with their tongues hanging out. Tim paid no attention to them. He walked up to the building that the guards used as their lodging and entered a room.
âYou came?â The angular-faced man Tim quarreled with before welcomed him inside with hazy eyes.
âI came here because I have something to say about this plan.â
âSay it.â
âMost of our forces have successfully infiltrated the city.â
The man lying down on a foul-smelling bed with an alcohol bottle in his mouth got up and moved the bottle away from his mouth. He wiped the alcohol from his mouth with his sleeve and smiled with his teeth showing. âThe time has finally come!â
Tim asked, âYou know the plan, right?â
âOf course! Iâve been waiting for this moment even in my dreams!â
âThen, you should have managed your underlings better!â However, Tim did not voice his thoughts out loud. He would gain nothing from acting on impulse; his face would just be ridden in anger. Moreover, Tim had already chosen a sharp knife that would catch these bastards.
Tim said, âWe have to stop running the business for a while, so we wonât be earning extra income anymore. You know that, right?â
âOh yeah, about that. Do we seriously have to do that?â
Timâs eyebrows twitched.
The angular-faced man gulped down alcohol again in a relaxed manner and said, âWeâve done well so far, and we didnât even get caught. The extra income is pretty nice and good for relieving stress, so my underlings like it. And we did well with that job you gave us.â He smiled maliciously. âWe did well in order to thoroughly chop the corpses so that no one knows weâre an alliance of multiple bandit groups.â
âThat was literally the minimum I asked.â Tim slowly walked towards him and roughly grabbed the bottle from the manâs hand. âSince trash like you causes problems if thereâs nothing to do, I just gave you guys permission to do that. Does it not get through your shit-filled brain the simple fact that while we can easily get out by mixing in with the merchants as guards, thereâs a chance we can get caught every time?â
âHey. All the work we did wasnât useless. While we were getting that extra income, we killed the other bodyguards of the merchant firms, so they had no choice but to hire mercenaries as bodyguards. Since we acted like mercenaries, we could successfully infiltrate various firms. You canât forget our hard work.â
âI would have been enough for that. No, if I did it by myself, there would be less risk, and we could have perfectly finished the matter.â
âIt would have been too much for one person.â
âThere was no need to use so many people like this. You just needed to send a few people to places that I couldn't cover. However, because of your crappy patience, we had to expand it to such a large scale.â
âYeah, but even though we used a lot of men, we didnât get caught. So until the plan starts, we should continueâ¦â
Grab!
Timâs hand grabbed the angular-faced man; it happened so suddenly that the man was not able to even respond. The man lost his composure, and he coughed while glaring at Tim.
âHey, listen well.â Timâs fingers lengthened as he choked the man. His eyes turned yellow, and his fangs grew sharp. âDonât make me angrier than this. Iâm the one who started this plan. Iâm the one who provided the merchant and the managerâs weaknesses that were necessary to this plan. Even though you and the othersâ patience are at rock bottom, I also have little patience. Right now, Iâm utilizing all the patience I possibly can. But even that has its limits. If you failâ¦â
Crack!
Tim put more strength in his hands. The manâs face turned blue. âI might not be able to show any more patience. You understand?â
The man desperately nodded his head. Tim roughly threw the man on the bed.
âCough! Kuak!â
Tim looked down on the man coughing and enjoying a gulp of air with disgust and said, âNo extra income starting from tomorrow. If someone touches one of the merchants, they will die by my hand. Understand?â
âI-I got it.â The man nodded his head and was unable to think about talking back to Tim anymore. Tim burst out of the room as if he didnât even want to share the same space as the angular-faced man.
Even after Tim was long gone, the sound of rough breathing and coughs rang out in the room.
* * *
Even though the atmosphere was tense in Bambis from the continuous bandit ambushes, it couldnât affect peopleâs entire lives. People still continued on with their everyday lives. Zich stood in front of a stand. It was a fruit stand that sold a variety of fruits. Zich grabbed a fruit that was about the size of a fist.
âWant to buy it?â The owner of the fruit stand was a wrinkly old man.
âPlease give me two.â After paying, Zich held the fruits with both hands. After roughly cleaning one with his sleeve, he took a big bite of the fruit. The nice combination of sweetness and sourness joyfully filled up his mouth.
The owner scanned Zichâs face and asked, âDid something bad happen?â
âWhy, sir? Is my complexion not good?â
âNo, itâs not like that, but it looks like you have a concern.â
âWell, Iâm looking for something, but I canât find it.â
âIs that so? Is it important?â
âYes, it is very important. My relationship with my friend depends on this problem.â
âAigoo, thatâs an important matter. I really hope you find it.â
âThank you.â Zich smiled and was about to say his farewells whenâ
A commotion erupted.