560. Melancholic Cowboy

The Firestick man sighed while holding his forehead, then put down the glass of wine that was bigger than him from his right hand.

This was a regular bar in Worton, only that the Firestick man interfered with the thoughts of the people around, making them feel that the little guy made of black lines drinking in the bar was normal.

Oh, this won't leave any severe consequences for them. They will only think they had a nightmare when they wake up tomorrow, and forget the incident altogether within half a month.

So, forget about it. He is just a Firestick man who wants to get drunk. It's not a bad thing, right?

Hewitt gave it a certain degree of autonomy, though it could see that every step it took now was driving itself into the Abyss.

But why not?

Nellie walked in, not because she suddenly wanted to get drunk and came to such a place, but because the ax on her waist was a reminder to her.