The Goddess Made A Mistake Again

Chapter 79 - 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

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."