To This Dog A*s Life
翻訳者: Henyee Translations 編集者: Henyee Translations
"When you feel that life isn't working out for you, don't be flustered. Touch your empty pocket, and cry it all out," Mag calmly told the middle-aged man who was sitting at the door of his tavern, and looking out at the crowd at Titan Tavern diagonally across the road.
That man turned back to look at Mag woefully. His lips moved and tears welled up in his eyes.
Judging from his attire, although he did not seem rich, he was definitely not a homeless man.
But, one thing Mag could be sure of—the man definitely did not have enough money in his pocket to buy even a glass of wine. However, he did not feel like going home. Therefore, he sat at the door of a tavern while looking at another tavern.
The crowd and noise there had nothing to do with me because I had no money.
"If a man has no money in his pocket, he can never stand up tall." Mag sighed and took out the few gold coins he collected last night, tossing them in his hand.