What happens if Napoleon Bonaparte is resurrected in a fantasy world to save a whole continent from a Demon Lord?
A moment after his death, the former ruler of Europe receives a visit from the mysterious Faucheur, who proposes him to reborn in anoth...
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The Owl's Tavern was the most frequented adventurers' haunt north and south of the border, so it was quite common to find people from the far corners of Erthea inside.
Despite this, the traveler who had crossed the doors of the restaurant that evening was particular enough to catch the attention of all the customers, who gave him brief inquiring glances and then went back to minding their own business.
Being an adventurer very often meant having a bounty on your head or something to hide, and the fact that the person hid his face behind a lacquered wooden mask was enough to believe that he didn't want to be recognized.
The newcomer looked around as if he were looking for someone, until his gaze met that of an armored elven girl with long black hair gathered behind her head sitting at a secluded table in the company of three other patrons – a half-orc, probably Jormen and two humans, a sorceress and a scout – who waved at him.
"You're late."
"Have you looked outside? This place is a mess. First the plague, and now this revolution, as they call it. Basterwick used to be a quiet place."
"Do not complain. We didn't expect it either."
"You must be Sadee."
"And you? I don't recall ever hearing your name."
"Jonah."
"Are you a bounty hunter?"
"Bounty hunter, hit man, mercenary, depending on the moment. But today, as I understand it, I will be a treasure hunter."
"Boss." said the ogre. "Are you sure we can trust this guy?"
"Musk is right." said the sorceress. "Torians are the kind of people who are your friend one minute, and backstab you the next."
"We've already talked about Dahlia. We need someone familiar with this region but not a native of Eirinn. They say the new ruler is after every piece of gold he can get hold of, and I have no intention of sharing our loot with him."
"You're pretty venal for an elf."
"I left that life a long time ago. Now I'm just another mercenary, and you can believe me when I tell you that what we have on our hands is enough to set us all up for the rest of our lives."
"I'm all ears."
"Have you ever heard of the Mad Wizard?"
Jonah shrugged, snorting in evident disappointment.
"And you brought me all the way here to tell me a children's story? Now I'm leaving."
