The Goddess Made A Mistake Again-Chapter 79 - Jucub

Kison Village

12 Killometers away from Valint.

I stood at the muddy ground beneath me while looking at this seemingly small and normal village. In reality, it still was a small and quiet village which may be why he had decided to stop at this place.

But not for long, I think.

After hearing from Samantha about his firing, I went to the guild to find some information about him and they gave a thorough detail.

It seemed after the falling out with the Religias family, he was kicked out with nothing but his own hard-earned money he had saved up. Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t enough for a new start over, more so when I had dangled up his leg so badly that it broke completely and now he was a cripple.

So no money, bad reputation and being a cripple, what did he do? He goes to one place to another in search of a job but doesn’t get any. Lastly after going here and there, his current location came up to this village, where he still is yet to find a job.

I turn back to see, Raven helping the girls with their bags. I tell them or mostly Anna, "We’re going to stay in this village for tonight and tomorrow we’ll continue our journey again. It’s already night so find a good hotel and board rooms for each of us to stay in."

"Raven, I’m going to look around the place for a bit, you stay with the girls."

"Yes, sir." Came his acute response. "I’ll also try to find some farm or place where I can safely park the carriage at."

I nod and leave them to it as I venture out to see the place. Even though it was nighttime, the village had some activities going on. People going from one place to another while children played with other children over the mud.

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But the most sound was only coming from one place. The place where I stood before now.

BAR

Written in full capital letters, I didn’t even have to get inside for the sound of laughter and argument to pass out the place. I was here for two reasons.

First, the bars were the place where Jacob stayed mostly at and two…

I walk inside the bar and the lights of the place illuminates my surroundings to see a whole bunch of drunkards messing around themselves or playfully having some conversations.

"I need a fucking drink!"

Going over at the counter, I sit upon a sit while my left and right surroundings were empty. I tend to enjoy the finer things by myself.

"Aye, aren’t you a big fella?" The bartender, who is a small midget himself standing at 3.1 said to me. He was wearing a white shirt and suspenders that held up his baggy pants.

"That’s what all the girls say." Hearing me the guy laughed, either he is a jolly fellow or he is drunk… most likely both.

"What do ya want, lad?"

"Beer, two glasses."

"Glasses? You won’t get glasses here lad, you either get pint and drunk or pint and even more drunk! Hahaha"

Yup, he is definitely drunk.

"Well then two pints." I smilingly said as the midget patted my shoulders.

"Now that’s what I’m talking about." He said as he got two mugs filled to the brim from under the counter and gave them to me.

I took one mug and took a sip of it as relaxation came to me and dried up my throat, "Damn! It’s been too long." The taste wasn’t nowhere as good as what it tasted back in my past life.

It also seemed that I might have drank a bit too much too fast as I coughed a bit.

The guy helped by patting me hard on the back, that literally did nothing with his level of strength, still the sympathy was appreciated. Then he turned to see around the place before asking me, "Do ya see the problem here?"

"What problem?" I ask confused.

"The mathefuking singer is nowhere to be found. Must have found a bitch to put it into, that bastard." He angrily said while cleaning one mug. "I dun’t suppose you know how to sing?"

"Oh! I do."

"Really?" He genuinely was confused.

"If you want your customers to go away, I can sing you a pretty nice song."

The guy laughed out loud gathering a few attentions, who got back to being drunk again seeing it was just the bartender being the bartender.

"Hey lad, I haven’t seen you before, you’re new, right?"

I nod, "How’d you figure that?"

"Oh, I know everyone in this village. You can point me to any bastard and I cun tell you everything about they. I cun’t even tell you who fuks who’s wive too! Hahaha." He burst laughing but became quiet a bit later, "Not like I should though."

Of course, he does. His the bartender and this place is the genuine location for gathering intel. Which reminds me…

"Speaking of new people, have you seen a young man of my age who has a crippled leg around here?"

"A yung man of your age and a crippling leg?... I know a few people who hav tha description."

"His leaner than me and somewhere around 5 foot… he was a soldier before."

"Oh!" The look of realization brightened up his face, "I gat who your talking about, It’s that Jucub fella, right?"

"Yes, Jacob." I nod feeling a bit relieved, "Do you know where I can find him?"

"Hmm? That I cun’t say, the kid mops around all day and barely says anything other than, ’It’s not my fault’ or ’that fat bastard’."

’Well, at least he remembers me then.’

"Then can you tell me when he might come here?"

"Cun’t say that too, but if you wait, who knows what migh- There’s the cunt." The bartender pointed to the door as I look behind and find my objective.

A person walks through the door with a limping feeling, hair disheveled, clothes torn in someplaces and most of all a big black spot over his left eye.

"There’s Jucub."