Chapter 13

"The three folks, sound peculiar. But a holy lyre?" He said as he look at her with a small smile. "Never heard of it."

"Really?" She said as she grabbed the bottle of wine and drink from it.

"Yes." Responded Ambrose as he play with the empty bottle in his right hand, making it spin on the table. "And Why would I need a lyre for? To play awful music around the taverns so that nobody can her me as folks get drunk."

"That doesn't explain how and why you disappear when the sisters of church were healing your wounds at the same time the lyre was stole." She put down the bottle of wine on top of the counter. "And the three dead knights that were found near the hallways that lead tours your resting room."

"And you suspect me of killing three knights and steal a useless lyre? That sounds like a bold assumption to make for someone who dresses up like a nun and has the eyes of a cold hearted killer." He turn his head to the left now looking at her directly in the eyes.

"Touche." She said with a neutral expression as she turn her attention back to the bottle of wine and trace her index finger from the bottom to the top with her iron glove claw and all the way down down repeating the process.

"Do you got what you wanted misses nun?." Ask Ambrose as finish drinking his second bottle.

"Yes." She replied. "But i think you might need to try a little bit harder than that."

He felt a cold steel edge touch the right side of his neck, just on top of the carotid artery. She had quickly close the space between him and her. As she was now pressed up against his arm left arm, feeling her breast softly rubbed his arm. Her left hand was now grabbing a hand full of his hair pulling it back, making him moved his back in response.

"Don't lie to me" she whispered in his ear with a tone of seriousness and death, at the same time that she pressed the edge of the dagger. "Your hiding something, I can see them through your eyes, you are not fooling anyone."

Her look said it all, she was willing to eliminate him at that moment.

But Ambrose remained calm and stoic.

"*Sigh* Guess your right." He looked to his left, making eye contact with the supposed nun, who had a dagger pressed to his neck.

"Move that thing away from me please." Spoke ambrose with calmness.

"Sorry." She whispered softly into his ear "can't do th-".Out of nowhere, she felt something touch her inner thigh. It was something, thick hard, and long. She looked down, noticing a large knife already lodged in her private part.

"Splitting a person into two with just a knife it is difficult, it will require quite the time as the strength to do so." He pressed the sharp edge against her, caressing her private part with the edge of the knife. She in response pressed the blade against his neck.

"Which it would be a gruesome sight, as the person being split is still alive, aware of what is going on with him and will be screaming for his life to be ended." He narrow his eyes at her at the same time he lightly tap the knife down there. "But me, i tend to make it quick and painless."

There was a tension of air around them as they both look at each other.

"By the archons those guys can't settle it on the second floor" spoke charles as he came walking down the stairs that went up to the second floor. He had brought some dirty mugs that the drunks had drink from

He walk behind the counter and set the mugs on the counter and as he did he noticed, Rosaria a member of the church being intimate with the fellow adventurer Ambrose.

His eyes opened wide in disbelief. Seeing rosaria being really closed to him to the point of making contact.

'I thought that sister rosaria was the type to always be a loner, always sitting by herself drinking a bottle of wine once a time, and never talk to anybody even when they try to talk to her. Maybe something changed? Could it be that she's bot that cold hearted anymore?! Did the young man catch her heart?!,

It was the questions that run through Charles head. But quickly shake it off.

'Well it is not happening here. This is a bar not a inn. There is always a place and a time for things like this to happened, but not in this place.'

As both were ready to kill each other of.

"*AHEMM!!*."

Both ambrose and rosaria put away their weapons as they both turn their attention to charles the bartender.

"If you two plan to get more intimate, please go to an inn. Last time a couple got it ON on the second floor and made it stink." He said looking up at the second floor. "I had to use a mix between valberry juice, milk, and dandelion wine to get rid of the awful smell."

Ambrose and rosaria look at the bartender with an eyebrow raise than to each other then back to the bartender.

Rosaria push herself of from ambrose and sat back to her chair.

"Not gonna happen." Spoke Ambrose with an annoyed yet anger tone as rested his elbows on the counter.

"As if." spoke Rosaria with disgust as she grab her dandelion wine bottle and drank it.

"Hmm i thought you two were about to d—"

A dagger and a knife was pointed at Charle's general direction more specifically it was at his throat. Both of them gave him a sharp murderous look.

"O-Ok now." Charle's spoke with a shaky voice as he look at the sharp objects underneath his chin. "We d-don't need to get violent here a-a-alright." He slowly started to back away to the door behind him that lead to the outside.

"W-Well if y-you excuse me i will be checking on the ale barrels as well as the w-wine. G-Gotta make sire that Damn bard d-doesn't steal any of it! s-see you later!!." Like a wind charle's quickly disappeared only making sound when the door to the back was completely slam closed.

There was a dead silence between them, but it was quickly broken by ambrose who decided to speak.

"You still want to know if i kill those three folks and the knights?." He ask as he played with the empty bottle laying horizontally on the table, starting by spinning it around.

"Of course. It will give me a reason to dispose of you." She said looking at the wine bottle in front of her.

Quite the holy nun she appear to be. Well that was until she pull out a knife at your throat and whisper threats on your ear. . which for some strange reason, would awaken something inside of a person.

In the case of ambrose. He just saw it as another way the so call holy woman could get close to him and slash his carotid artery which that almost earn her a one way ticket to the heaven their church believe or hell.

either way he didn't care what kind of religious believe this folks believe in. He wasn't the type of man to be religious.

"let me resume me in a couple of word the rest is for you to figure it out. Lawrence Folks, Attempted Rape, Companion on distress, Kill them."

"What is that supposed to mean you dumb fu--" she was about to finish her phrase but paused, not because she wanted to but because ambrose cut in.

"Careful." Ambrose spoke sounding a little annoyed.

"What?" Rosaria inquired, giving him a look that insisted that Ambrose finish what he was going to say. "Your not giving me any information other than giving me some type of riddle, like am some kind of wise fu--" Ambrose just raise his hand to level of his face and as he did he pointed his right index finger tours her back.

She didn't understand at first but in a few seconds she did, as she felt a right hand lay on her left butt cheek giving it a small squeeze

Out of all the things that could happen to her like a battle to the death, torturing someone for information, or even going off to patrol. . This has to be one of the most vex situations that could happen in a bar, That is . . . . . . .

A fucking Drunk.

"Say" Rosaria slowly turn her head around facing where the drunken voice came. A tall blond young man, with well built muscles that surpass even ambrose's own decent musculature, stood behind her at her left giving her a wide smile showing his perfect white teeth. "Why don't you come with me to have some fun?."

Ambrose just sat there watching the young sign his own death and judging by the clothes he was wearing he seem to be an adventure. He wore combat leather boots with a protective metal armor that cover his chin to his knee.

He wore a mustard yellow pant while for his waist he wore a leather tool belt with a long loincloth of color red that rundown at the middle there was some protective leather pads infused with metal that cover the side of his leg, while for his torso he wear a red shirt that was cover by a chest armor only covering the upper part and for his left arm it was covered by a soft fabric that reach to his shoulder and it was cover by a scale bracelet as well as a round Pauldron that cover his shoulder.

He only wear a leather glove on his right hand that was gripping rosaria's ass.

Ambrose quickly deducted that this guy was an adventure and Oh boy! He was one of a kind!

Ambrose keen nose pick up the smell of alcohol on the young man as well as the hint of a woman's scent. . . No . . . Not just one scent

But five scents.

Ambrose knew very well what kind of person had those scents. In his previous life he had work for those men to do their dirty work. Men who wasted their wealth on alcohol and unnecessary riches for their group of females they have parading them around like some kind of fucking achievement.

Ambrose never understood why do harems exist. It was a small yet annoying question he had on his head.

He thought of it as being unnecessary as it will slow you down and make you lose focus, having to attend to each and every girls need in the so call harem.

And what are they even good for when it come into battle. What are they going to do? Flash them to death?.

No it will only end up with the owner being torture as his precious wives/women are being mutilated and desecrated to death.

Good gods it was an awful and grizzly site to watch, as far as ambrose remember how the last idiot, who was a lord of a land ended up after some serious misdemeanors and insults to someone he shouldn't have fuck with.

Nevertheless. the idiot behind rosaria wasn't so different.

And that alone started to thin down his patience.

"It looks like the guy next to you doesn't have . . ." He look at Ambrose eyeing him from head to toe, at the same time he had a grin on his face. "What it takes to be with such a beauty like you."

He got closed in personal almost rubbing himself up against her at the same time he move his right hand in a circular motion.

"Will you please leave me alone at once." Rosaria's right hand started to slowly move like a snake back up to where she hid the dagger. "I like to always be by myself. Now if you don't mind, please go somewhere else."

Her hand had finally found the dagger, and with out wasting any time she started to slowly unsheathe it.

"Come on!" Spoke the young man "You come with me and ill give you a fun time, better than what you we're planning to do with him."

"You didn't hear what i said?." She slowly started to move her hand slowly, her eyes fixed on his exposed neck. At this point rosaria crave for the youngster neck to be cut wide open, which she was happy to oblige herself.

While for Ambrose.

He just play with the bottle moving it from side to side as he started to feel a little lightheaded and dizzy. But his patience.

Tick! tack! tick! tack!. It was still running low. So low that if he heard another word or sentence from the drunk behind him he might as well have to shut him up and teach him a lesson on how to be respectful when two people are talking.

"come on! let's go somewhere more seclud--"

His moving lips met an incoming cylinder glass bottle at the speed of an arrow being shot, His soft lips slowly started to split by the amount of force that was behind the bottle as well as breaking some teeth in the process.

The young man to drop backwards to the ground semi unconscious. Proportion by The bottle that ambrose had use to smash his face.

The breaking of glass echoed around the tavern calling out the attention of everyone who know look to where the sound came from. Seeing a knock out young adventurer.

And with that done.

A loud roar of screams and laughs erupted and all hell broke loose. As those who were drunk to the point of falling to the ground or not knowing what the fuck was going

They started to swung at each other, as they were drive by the excess of alcohol that run through their veins.

The whole bar exploded into an all out brawl didn't matter who it was, either be a fellow adventure, a normal worker, they were all in a all out brawl. Except for the bards as they kept on playing music that accompanied the all out brawl in the tavern.

Rosaria turn around from her seat to the now semi unconscious young man on the ground, her face didn't show any emotion whatsoever ever but her eyes did, which were full of anger as well as disgust.

"When a lady says no." Came a young yet mature Voice at her right. "It's a goddamn no."

She pan over to the right, and meet an ambrose who was leaning against the counter with his hand stretched out reaching behind the counter. The sight was childish, as Ambrose push himself a bit, as he struggled to reach with his right hand a bottle of wine.

"You know diluc os going to kill you." She dodge an incoming right fist to the back of her head and with a quick movement she grabbed the drunkard by the nape of the neck with her right and twisted his arm with her free hand.

And in one quick movement she brutally slammed the drunk's head on top of the counter. She threw the unconscious drunk to the side, as if he was nothing more than trash.

"Who? The guy with red hair who has shitting face on him all the time?."

"Mhm."

He quickly tried to open the bottle but couldn't as the cork was shove in deep on the mouth of the bottle, he tried using his fingers as to push the cork inside to at least make it somehow accessible but couldn't as the damn thing wouldn't move.

Through his years of training as a mercenary he never lack any strength whatsoever as he was able to pick up a bear with both hands above his head and was able to break bones with it.

But all that monstrous strength he had was useless when opening a god damn wine bottle.

All those years of training and for what?

He try using his teeth as he tried to bite the cork off but miserably fail. Rosaria just look at him with both eyebrows raise as well as a disappointed expression.

As she saw the a painful sight, seeing how ambrose was struggling to open it, she would have done a better job tat opening the bottle of dandelion wine.

She cringed at the way ambose was inefficient when opening a wine bottle, that would have taken her zero effort.

"Argh how the hell do. .you . . open this damn thing".

"Do you need help with that?"

Before ambose could have respond but instead he received a punch to the side of his left cheek by a drunk adventurer, judging by the armor he was wearing.

"Got you!" Yell the drunk man "got you go-"

He wasn't able to finish his sentence as he was impulsed off the ground by an left uppercut that had connected against his chin, being send a few centimeters away from were he was currently a few seconds ago.

No I don't need *arghh* any help with this thing."

He ignored his bruised left cheek as he went back to struggling with the bottle of wine "god fucking damn it." He muttered underneath his breath.

Rosaria just sat there watching him struggle with the bottle again, as it was an painful yet comical entertainment.

"Raaargh." He let out a frustrated groan.

"Here." Rosaria extended her left hand "let me do it, it is painful enough seeing you trying to open it."

"No fuck off." Responded ambrose as has grabbed the mouth of the bottle "whoever made this type of wine sealed must wanted to torture whoever wanted to open it."

"Uh huh even a blind person could open it." She shoot out her left elbow behind her, making contact with the abdomen of the drunk trying to sneak up behind her.

"Enough of this bullshit." His left hand grab the mouth of the bottle and with no patience left in him, he broke off the mouth of the bottle, only holding the glass cylinder on his right hand.

"Here." He throw the broken mouth of the bottle up in the air making it spin and catch it. "Have a glass."

He thew the crystal mouth of the bottle to the second floor were another drunk was trying to push someone of the rail.

The glass shattered into pieces leaving a small circle mark on the drunk's head as he fell back to the ground making the second floor shake.

"Sigh Let's talk somewhere else shall we?." She got up from her seat and moved tours the door but quickly stop as she backhanded a man trying to bull charge her and once again she resumed her walking reaching to the door were she opened it to leave.

(Hmp woman. Can't be happy with one place.)

"YAAAOOW" came a Howl of pain behind ambrose behind the counter.

He rotated facing the counter and poke his head looking over it and saw a white hair boy laying on the ground with a pain expression on his face.

And by the looks of it he seem to be sixteen, judging by his child like features. He wore an old adventurer's uniform that has been patched and sewn up in various places while a goggle rested on the top of his head.

And judging by the scars on his expose shoulders, the kid was either inexperienced, stubborn, or either unlucky.

"Ow" the boy started to slowly get up. He felt a shocking pain on his back all thanks to the drunks who were brawling each other which he was unfortunately in the middle of it. Oow that . . . Hurt real bad . . Ouch"

"Hey kiddo i recommend you to go home or somewhere else your not being thrown around."

"Raaaaargh." Came a roar behind him.

His left arm shot back almost as if his limb was a living being of itself, delivering a backhand clenched fist that dislocated someones nose and broke some front teeth.

THUMB* THUMB*

Ambrose didn't bother to turn around as he pour the red sweet liquid inside his mouth going down his throat.

"Ouch . . . guess your right mister." The boy slowly stood up as he grabbed his back with his left.

"Kiddo." The white hair turn to look at him but his view was block of by a crystal cylinder, but as his vision focused he noticed it was a dandelion wine bottle with its mouth cleanly cut.

"Uh uhm . . . am not supposed to drink." He sincerely declined with his right hand and a polite smile.

immediately he felt the crystal bottle pushed on his right hand as his fingers instinctively closed around the bottle.

"If you were able to fall of the second floor with out breaking any bones am sure enough your able to drink alcohol with no problem." He stood up from his chair

"W-wait but."

Ambrose pull a single golden coin on the counter

"See ya later or the day after it." He walk to the door not before slamming someones head against a wall who attempted to crash a bottle against his head.

The kid quickly put the crystal bottle down o the counter bar and jump over the counter and quickly move to the exit. Not before receiving the blessing of the hydro archon by being drenched in beer thanks to an drunken individual leaning against the rail of the second floor.

And with that he was gone.

And ambrose was gone leaving the once loud tavern that was turn into a all out brawl ring.

"Alright it looks like all the wine bottles are completely safe. Now let's check upon those tw—"

Charle's the bartender mouth open wide as he was hit with the sound of yell, laughter, and the sound of breaking.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!!."

He yell sounding hysterically as he noticed the ongoing mess of the all out brawl.

Looks like someone will have a tough time with cleaning the tavern as well as fixing the "MINOR DAMAGES" that everyone in the tavern was making.

At this point, Charle's needed to call someone to help him out and that someone is none other than his boss.

We'll know as the Master of Dawn winery known as Diluc.