Sword God in a World of Magic

"Whew, finally back, baby!" a warrior in crimson armor and a spear shouted in laughter after taking a swig of some beer. "Damn, I missed this place!"

Right now, the warrior was inside a huge and busy tavern in the middle of the mortal district. Two other warriors were sitting with him at the table.

One of them had long green hair and carried a long curved sword.

The other had black hair and carried a gladius with a big shield.

"To your return!" the green-haired man shouted, lifting his mug.

"To your return!" the black-haired one echoed.

"To my return!" the red-haired one shouted with a loud laugh.

The three of them slammed their mugs together and took three big gulps.

"You haven't changed a bit, you know," the green-haired one said with a grin.

The red-haired one laughed some more. "Of course not! Why would I change something that's already perfect? The chicks dig my toned body and smooth words."

The other two warriors chuckled. They really missed their friend.

Their friend had left to work for some mysterious company about 30 years ago, and he had only returned today.

"Speaking of chicks," the green-haired one said with a smirk, "how are the chicks at your new place?"

The red-haired warrior took a deep breath and slowly exhaled to be dramatic.

"Man, the chicks," he slowly said. "They're… special."

"Special? In what way?" the black-haired one asked in interest.

The red-haired one smirked and hit the black-haired one's side a couple of times with his elbow. "Why are you interested? Aren't you married?"

The black-haired one became a bit red in the face. "Of course, but I want to hear about your adventures, you know? I don't get out very much."

The red-haired warrior snicked some more. "Oh, Duma. You're such a nice little boy. You always take the sensible option and prioritize security. Isn't your wife bored of you yet?"

Duma laughed in embarrassment a bit. "No, I don't think so. If she is, she is not very good at showing it. I mean, she… never mind."

"Now, I'm interested," the red-haired warrior said as he came closer with a smirk. "Come on, what did you just want to say? Come on, I'm your pal, your buddy. You can tell me."

"Why don't you tell him?" the green-haired man echoed with a smirk of his own.

Duma felt a bit uncomfortable and looked to the side.

"Well, she keeps complaining about all the work she has to do because of all our children. But… you know… she seems very enthusiastic about making another one, you know?"

two immediately exploded into loud

with a smirk before turning to the red-haired

warrior, snickered a bit as he drank some more of

Then, he stopped talking.

give me a single

can't really talk a lot about it. Confidentiality is very important for the company. I think

brows while the green-haired warrior seemed

slowly said,

all they needed to

organization for research purposes. After all, there were only very few

join some research organization but a shady

asked with a

a smile. "I had to get used to it, but after 30 years,

the entire truth. Duma could feel that David had probably gone through some horrible moments in the company he was working for, and he was just making light of it to not destroy

warrior asked as he leaned forward. "How…

snickered a bit,

the two warriors' Spirit Senses

two warriors had seen it, and

"Was that-"

"Sssshh!" David shushed.

warriors looked with shock

had they just

had just seen several Grade Five

Grade Five!

were True Path

like their entire net worth,

you interested?" David

felt his insides

This felt bad!

amount of money he had just shown painted a

that not

wouldn't pay

really

beyond risky to get

Duma answered

only sigh. "It's really tempting, but I can't just throw everything

as he drank a bit of his

eyebrows fell, and he looked with discomfort

a lot from him, and I don't want to disappoint

and the green-haired man looked at him with furrowed

echoed. "From what I've heard, he's about as hard to

talking badly about his Master, but deep inside, he had to

only looked to the side, not saying