Chapter 66: War Dog

I poured alcohol for the man with dull blond hair and a scruffy beard. Then I praised him and poured more. Added some snacks, kept him drinking. Once he was feeling good, he agreed to take the job. “Well then, we’re settled.” “Ueeeh… leave it to meee…” That’s how you get a bargain-rate deal out of a hound—a search hound, to be precise. “Gyaaah! Master’s passed out drunk! Hey! Hound! What the hell did you do?! We’ve got work right after this!” His apprentice…