On the way to the adventurer's pub, ranger Andy introduced some local customs and entertainment to Wharton.
In the beginning, he was very careful, fearing that he might say something wrong to displease this mysterious master.
Later, he found that this "Mr. Lucifer" didn't seem to be as terrible as he thought. In addition to being a little aggressive and talking less, he was good.
So, he got up the courage and began to talk endlessly.
Hiding behind the mask, Wharton also smiled.
He thought to himself, "This man is also a chatterbox. If he were with the two fellows, Mill and Matthew, they would probably talk with each other for three days in a row."
About fifteen minutes later.
Pointing at a lighted building in front of them, Andy said, "Mr. Lucifer, the adventurer's pub in Flying Eagle City is right in front of us, which is where Adventurer Association is located."
Wharton's low and hoarse voice came from behind the mask.
"Well, you lead the way."
"Yes, sir."