Surviving As A Cannon Fodder

Chapter 92

The tavern turned quiet after the shocking declaration was made.

None of them dared to make a sound as they stared at Ann wide-eyed.

Noah and Oliver were the only ones snickering with their tails wagging mischievously behind them. Aside from them, everybody else had their eyes wide and mouths open in shock.

*clunk*

Suddenly they heard the sound of glass breaking behind them.

"Are you alright young man?" Mrs.Wilbert asked with a flustered face.

In the table behind them, the tall guy wearing a dark robe had pieces of shards falling out of his hands. He seemed to have held the glass in his hand with enough strength to snap it into pieces.

'Isn't he the guy I saw by the counter earlier?' Ann tilted her head.

Red wine was dripping from his fingertips and splashed everywhere on the table. Yet he was still clenching his hand into a tight fist.

"Sir! You hand!" The man in the brown robe sitting next to him exclaimed.

"I'm fine" The dark-robed man answered in a deep and frustrated voice.

"Everything is fine"

"Really?" Mrs.Wilbert asked, concerned after seeing the sharp pieces of glass. She called Liam to clean the table and bring the customer a fresh drink.

"Here you go sir" Liam placed a fresh jug of beer on the table.

"Its spice beer, an original creation of our tavern"

"Thank you" The dark-robed man answered and took a sip of the beer.

For some inexplicable reason, the atmosphere around him turned cold causing the people around him to scurry away.

"So were you telling the truth?"

Ann turned to Jerome's serious voice, who was patting a depressed Kobe's back. It was not only him, but the rest of the people at their table and in the tables surrounding them were waiting for her to explain with bated breaths.

"Chillax... I was just joking"

"Phew..." A few relaxed sighs were heard in unison.

'Wow. The amount of faith these people have in me...' Ann rolled her eyes at the sight.

"Why are you guys so serious?"

"Although I would have loved to kick his ass. I didn't. Took the high road if I have to say..."  Ann shook her head in disapproval.

"He's probably at the heights of his life with his new pink-haired girlfriend. Not that I care"

She felt Noah and Oliver staring at her with questionable gazes from above her head. She could hear the questions in their head being transmitted through their gazes.

It was as if to ask, 'Really? A petty person like you, doesn't care?'

Annoyed by their mocking stare, Ann jabbed her arms into their stomachs making them cringe in pain.

"Ooof!" The twins clenched their stomachs and turned away from the table.

"Hahaha... I'm a good person you know" Ann continued her story with a laugh.

"And even if I did 'kill' him. He deserved it anyway"

Ann shrugged. She could feel herself getting tipsier by the second.

"I can practically sing a song as to why he deserves it. Wanna hear?"

"Sir the glass is going to break again!" The guy in the brown robe on the table behind them shouted.