Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

Tyr and the others sat around a floor mat toward the left of the pub.

Everyone was still looking over at all of them since they were making the loudest chewing noises the others had ever heard in their lives.

Despite that fact, Tyr's group couldn't care less. They continued chomping down like there was no tomorrow.

Tyr grabbed a stick of meat, tearing through it like a beast before gulping down a lassi to the side.

He tipped mouthfuls of rice and curry into his pie hole, achieving extreme savory bliss.

From bread to soups, juices to drinks, meats to deserts and whatnot, the entire group ate until they couldn't eat anymore.

In the end, all four members of Tyr's Hunter group looked pregnant.

Tyr, Malon, and Hanzo laid back on the mat with their stomachs facing the air.

*BUURPP*

"Lets get out of here... im finished." Tyr exclaimed, patting his stomach.

"Yeah...*burp*." Malon said, smiling wide as he imagined frolicking in a field of daisies right now. The moosh was happy to finally satiate himself.

Noa shook her head, "I can't believe you three right now. Are you just going to sleep here the rest of the day? Have some shame, we are in an establishment!"

As Noa, Hanzo and Malon argued, Tyr found his attention swayed elsewhere.

He looked to the left. A dozen or so people were staring at him, but they didn't capture his gaze.

The one that did was a single figure sitting on a chair behind the main pub counter.

He was fully hooded in a long brown robe.

'I would recognize that attire anywhere...' He donned a serious expression.

"Hey... psst!" A Zasean native whispered from behind Tyr, "Don't stare at that guy for too long." As he said this, he tilted his head to the side quickly, gesturing for Tyr to come to the side to talk to him.

Tyr stood, a little confused, but intrigued at the first words the man said.

After walking a couple feet away, he asked: "How do you know about that man?"

The man that had called him over was still walking, however. He seemed to ignore what Tyr said.

Finally, as they neared the spot beside the entrance where there weren't many people, the man turned.

*Wooosh*

In a sudden and quick fashion, the man slammed a bottle of dark liquid into Tyr's face.

The glass broke as if it wasn't there in the first place, but the liquid inside instantly transformed into a dark purple gas and entered Tyr's nose.

At that moment, Tyr immediately felt his brain convulse with pain.

'Ah... I see.' He thought to himself in that split second.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his body went limp, drooping over the man's shoulder.

The man grinned, picking Tyr up before walking out, "You shouldn't have come here of all places... Tyr Evolion." He muttered under his breath.

However, what the man hadn't noticed was the golden flame burning out of Tyr's glabella.

As they got a few feet outside, a loud bang resounded through the streets.

Seconds later, Tyr stood in the street, dusting off his clothes with a nonchalant expression on his face.

To his left was the man who attempted to capture him. He stood still, his face expressionless. he also had a 2 feet long and wide hole in the center of his stomach--his organs splattered all across the wall.

"H-how..." Were the man's last words.

'I could tell him that mental attacks don't work on me... but why would I tell the enemy anything.' Tyr mused before saying:

"Im too strong for the likes of you." He said with a smirk as the man fell over onto the ground.

[You have slain Mero Geda (Apprentice Rank Human).]

Tyr stood above the man and noticed that a snake tattoo was on his wrist; intelligiently camouflaged by the various other artworks.

"This place..." He looked around, noticing several figures that now looked suspicious--unlike before.

He continued looking around, realizing more and more eyes seemed to glance at his direction as time went on.

"Its crawling with them... with Black Merchant Guild slugs."

***

He made his way back inside as if nothing happened. He also told the others what happened, and that this place seemed to be a den of the 'black slugs' as Tyr and Hanzo called them.

Minutes later, Hanzo thought out loud: "Hmm... I have not heard of those black slugs being anywhere near Zasea, but that could just mean their secret location worked perfectly. If this really is their hideout, and maybe even their base of operations, we should bounce out of here as soon as possible."

The others remained silent for a moment, but Tyr had other plans, "No. I don't think thats the right call."

"What? What do you suggest then?" Malon questioned, curious.

Tyr looked over at him, and then at Hanzo, "Tell me... how strong exactly is this guild?"

Hanzo squinted his eyes slightly in hesitation, but didn't delay for long: "Well... they aren't known for their strength. Thats one thing. That's not their goal either. The main reason of that guild is a simple, boring reason, which is to make money. Thats why I dislike them even more...

vile bastards who will do anything for the most worthless reasons."

Tyr exhaled, 'Yeah... I hate those types too. Especially after what happened with our past hunter group...'

Hanzo continued: "They want to make money through any means necessary. For a corporation like that, knowledge is key, and the black slugs are like the tree of knowledge when it comes to Ainsveld. They have spies practically everywhere, gathering intel on almost all subjects at all times. With that, they hold a high hand even though their power prowess isn't great.

They are still not to be messed with simply due to the information they hold, and thats why the empires haven't wiped them out yet. Who knows what some empires don't want other ones knowing..."

"Hmm..." Tyr said, deep in thought.

Hanzo finished with this: "But at the end of the day, they make their money mostly from the black markets that they own in almost every city. Forbidden spells, scams, fakes, and most of all by far, Unstable pills is what runs wild in their markets.

I've heard recently that they have been experimenting with human subjects in order to perfect the unstable pills, but of course, there probably isn't a genius alive in all the realms that can ever do that perfectly. Atleast... not in this one." Tyr noticed that Hanzo caught a few stray glance while saying these wordss.

He furrowed his brows... "We... will destroy every black slug in this city." He said in an ice cold tone.