Aiming To Be The Best Magician In The World! 159 Claude's Old Friends 1

"Here we go." Claude muttered to himself as he stood in front of a bar.

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After entering the bar, Claude immediately walked over to the counter as he found himself a spot to sit at.

"h.e.l.lo there. What may I get you?" The bartender asked Claude the moment he sat down.

"Can I get Maryland Whiskey?" Claude asked the bartender.

"Coming right up." The bartender said as he went over and grabbed a bottle with the label, 'Maryland Whiskey - 100% Fresh.'

He then grabbed an empty mug before carefully pouring the whiskey into the mug. After filling it to the brim, he handed it to Claude.

"Here is your Maryland whiskey." The bartender said as he slid the mug filled with whiskey towards Claude.

"Thanks." Claude said as he placed two silver coins on the counter before he picked up the mug and found a secluded area to sit down and enjoy the whiskey.

"They'll be here any time soon. They always come at this time anyway." Claude muttered to himself softly as he took a sip out of the mug.

"Ha~ This taste good as always. Combined with the steak kebabs, they taste even better!" Claude said in happiness as he took a bite out of the meat kebab before was.h.i.+ng it down his throat with whiskey.

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"Oh here they come." Claude said as he closed his eyes while enjoying the whiskey.

"Heya boss. Can you give us some Dragon Breath?" A man covered in scars asked the bartender as nine other men followed behind him.

Some were also covered with scars, though not to the extent like the man in front. Some others weren't covered with scars at all, but instead had some first aid kit with them.

The differences between the ten of them were humongous. The ones riddled with scars carried blades with them, while the ones that weren't were either mages or healers.

There was also one person who had himself cloaked, as they were an a.s.sa.s.sin or a thief who can guide through traps.

"Alright." The bartender said without batting an eyelash in front of men who had heavy aura's and were riddled with scars.

"Haha. Let's enjoy ourselves for a while before we head out adventuring again." The man in front said as he found a table to sit at.

"Yeah. That last mission was so stressful. I nearly got crippled! If not for my good fortune of some weird mushroom that saved me from the fall. I don't think I'd be walking like I am right now!" A man said as he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Which idiot lets himself get thrown over a cliff by a wyvern? Are you kidding me? All you had to do was hide behind an ice crystal so the winds wouldn't pick you up and overhaul you." A man riddled in scars said as he looked at the man who had just said it.

"Quiet! I am a healer, don't I need to know if you guys need healing or not?" The man retorted.

"Which healer doesn't know that a healer is the most essential piece!" Another man started to argue.

"Sigh, they are still the same old. Without a good team leader, they are complete muscle brains." Claude smirked as he took another sip of whiskey.

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Author : sorry, discord distracted me so badly. blame those bad authors that decided to distract me.

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