Chapter 145

Sylas shook his head in disbelief. They'd drunk so much last night, and here they were, unscathed, having drunk more this morning. Truly inhuman. He downed the last of his honey water as the empty cup was promptly taken away.

"Anything else I can get for you, my lord?" the villager asked.

"Where's Bjorn?"

"The young lord is at the cemetery."

As expected. Sylas stood to go meet him but didn't need to go far. He encountered Bjorn on his way back, with a smirk on his face.

"Guess you can't hold your drink as well as I can."

"Shut up." Sylas clicked his tongue at Bjorn's cheerful, unruffled expression. It seemed he'd been the one to pass out first last night. As he looked Bjorn over, he noticed traces of dirt on his clothing.

"Did you finish burying the dead?"

"It didn't take long. I'm used to it," Bjorn replied simply.

"And no funeral rites?"

"I couldn't. Not with what's to come."