My Demonic System

Chapter 54 : Witch Hunt

We arrived at a small town, under the pitch black night. The folks weren't exactly the friendly type either. I strolled around the street searching for an eatery or at least a snack bar.

I found a bar and I went in. I was greeted with silence the moment I got in. The bustling bar had turned into a graveyard.

“You lost fella?” the male bartender asked as he reached his hand below the counter.

“You need food or milk?” He asked again and that's when I knew something was up. I turned around and looked at the fear-stricken men and women staring at me.

“Good Sir, is it liquor you want?” he asked again. I smelt gunpowder and I knew the bartender was holding a gun ready to shoot in case I turned out to be the bad guy.

He was a middle-aged bald man, he wasn't even brawny, and he seemed to not have eaten for a year.

“Do you have steak? With lots of sauce. Oh yeah, I'll need that milk you mentioned earlier as well.” I said. I still stood by the door.

“Pick a table, Sir. I will get your orders re