Reborn Demon Girl Will Not Meet the Uncle Hero

Chapter 240 The Girl Who Came to the Tavern

In the town's tavern, there was a charming middle-aged man, probably around thirty-one or thirty-two years old. Although he lacked vitality, his dark eyes always seemed incredibly profound.

"Modor, are you really planning to spend your whole life in this town?"

Mordor looked at his boss and gave him a charming smile: "Boss, do you think our town is not good enough?"

“But—it’s a shame to have someone like you here…” The proprietress, who was probably in her thirties, stared at Mordoher. “I’m saying, if you really don’t want to leave this town, why don’t we just make do? We’ve known each other since we were kids, and I’ve been helping you out for so many years.”

Modoch chuckled: "That's fine, boss. You're making it sound like I'm not doing my job properly. Where else can you find such a reliable employee like me?"

"...You're still young now, and the girls in town all like you quite a bit. But when you get old, you'll know how lonely you'll feel."

"Isn't that still many years away?"

Mordor seemed completely unconcerned...

"Gillian, you're chasing after Mordor again. Mordor doesn't even want you. Why don't you consider the likes of us?"

"Get out of here, you drunkards! Go home and be with your haggard wives!"

The tavern was immediately filled with cheerful laughter.

At that moment, the tavern door was suddenly pushed open.

A young girl appeared there.

With long golden hair and a petite figure, she carried a greatsword almost as tall as herself and wore adventurer's leather armor that, while not particularly ornate, was clearly very expensive. She walked into the tavern.

Her gaze was sharp as a sword.

Nobody was stupid. The sword on the girl's back alone was intimidating enough. After glancing at her, everyone quickly looked away. She was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

Mordor looked at the young woman and, as a shop assistant, naturally walked over to her: "Hello, dear lady, what would you like?"

The girl stared intently at Mordor's handsome and charming face for a long time.

The gaze gradually fell on the two people, and under the probing eyes of the crowd, Modoch asked again, "Madam, what do you need?"

"I'll have a glass of orange juice."

At this moment, the proprietress named Gillian approached and said, "Miss, this is a tavern, we don't sell..."

Mordor immediately said, "Orange juice? Okay, I'll make it for you right away. Please find a place to wait a moment."

Gillian's eyes widened as she stared at Mordor in disbelief. "I'm the proprietress! How come I didn't know we sold orange juice here? What's going on?"
Gillian's eyes widened immediately as she looked at the girl who had just entered.

She is indeed very cute, but you, Mordor, have seen plenty of cute girls over the years, and this one looks rather intimidating.

After much hesitation, Gillian ultimately said nothing, only mentioning that they had orange juice.

But that's an ingredient used to make cocktails, which can be sold at a higher price. It's not that it's impossible to use it directly to make orange juice, but the key point is that they don't sell it here.

When Mordor went to the kitchen, Gillian followed him: "What's wrong with you? You like girls like that?"

"Boss, you're losing your temper. Didn't you see the sword on that girl's back?"

"I see, aren't they adventurers?"

Mordor sighed: "That sword is made of Imperial Heavenly Gold, which is hundreds of times denser than ordinary metals... Do you see her carrying it on her back, is there any movement?"

"what?"

Gillian paused for a moment.

“That’s not a few hundred or a few thousand kilograms anymore. Even a powerful adventurer would find it heavy to carry on the road. Do you see any weight on her back?” Mordor said directly. “Then go out and take a closer look. See if she’s really sitting on a chair, or if she’s in a sitting posture but her buttocks aren’t actually touching the bench.”

"!"

Such a thing really happens!
Gillian was skeptical, but she went out to take a look.

Gillian returned just as Mordor finished making the orange juice.

"How's it going, boss?"

"You're right, I can't afford to mess with you."

Mordor put the orange juice in a tray, then carried it out and placed it in front of the girl.

"Madam, please enjoy your meal."

The girl looked at the orange juice in front of her with a puzzled expression: "I just want orange juice, what is this?"

The orange juice in front of me is not just ordinary orange juice; it contains ice cubes and several cute chocolate-like candies cut into different shapes as decorations.

“For lovely ladies, there should naturally be such ingredients as well.”

The girl stared at him: "I don't need these."

Mordor laughed: "But I know you like these things."

"..."

The girl took the orange juice, glanced at Mordor with some doubt, and seemed a little wary, but still took a sip.

"It tastes pretty good!"

After all, I added honey and sugar...

Mordor knew very well that the girl in front of him liked sweet things.

"Is there anything else you need? Feel free to order, and I'll try my best to accommodate you."

"No need, you can go about your business."

Modoch nodded and then went back to work.

But the girl never left.

She drank her orange juice very slowly, slower than those jerks who drink strong liquor.

Gillian whispered to Mordor, "Is this girl trying to dine and dash here? She's been waiting so long to pay and leave. It's just a glass of orange juice. If she doesn't want to pay, she can just say so. I won't make things difficult for her."

Mordor glanced at her without hesitation: "They can hear us."

Gillian suddenly covered her mouth and looked at the girl over there.

The girl blushed to the roots of her ears and called out, "Excuse me, this way, I'd like to pay!"

Now it was Gillian's turn to blush. No matter what, it's never a good thing to talk about someone behind their back and have it overheard.

Gillian still has some sense of shame.

She stared at Mordor. Mordor sighed helplessly, then walked up to the girl: "Twenty copper coins, please."

The girl paused for a moment, then took out a money pouch from her pocket and took out a gold coin from it.

"...can't find it."

"Then keep the change... Can I have another glass of orange juice?"

“You can drink five hundred cups.”

Mordor accepted the gold coin.

She prepared a new glass of orange juice, and the girl finished the original glass in a few gulps.

They drank cup after cup until it was time for the shop to close.

"Manager, you can go back now."

"You're not planning to do anything to someone, are you?"

"I'm the one who should say this, store manager. I suspect she's taken a liking to me. With her abilities, I'm afraid I can't resist—we might get married soon."

Gillian looked at Mordor speechlessly: "You wish! You may be doing well in our town, but compared to people of that rank, you're far inferior. Your income is calculated in silver coins, while they pay in gold coins for a glass of orange juice. Can you imagine me marrying the lord? Isn't that just a pipe dream?"

Gillian did indeed leave.

Mordor then poured himself a glass of mead and came to the girl.

"So, esteemed hero, Miss A.Gora, may I ask what brings you here?"

"Thirty-two years have passed since I killed you. Why do you have no power at all? According to my estimation, you should have recovered your full strength by now."

"What's the difference?" Mordor took a sip of mead, savoring its flavor. "As long as you live in this world, what difference does it make whether I'm the Demon King or just an old man in a tavern? I can't beat you anyway, so this is better. After all, you won't draw your sword against me like this, will you?"

Gora stared at Mordor: "I returned the Sword of the Hero and the Armor of the Hero decades ago. You may still have a chance."

"Did you defeat me back then by relying on the sword and armor of the hero? I don't think so, do you? You can fool others with these words, but to say them to me... isn't that a bit too disrespectful to me?"

Gola fell silent.

Mordor continued to leisurely sip his drink: "So, what brings you here? Are you getting bored?"

“Shati ascended to the throne as Pope. Boguko wanted me to marry him, but I don’t like him. I don’t want to become his political tool. Humanity is on the wrong path, but I don’t know how to correct it. If I were to intervene…”

"If you take action, your former teammates will all become your enemies. Humans will become your enemies, and other races may not necessarily become your allies—this is really... Is it really appropriate to discuss something that will determine the fate of the world in a tavern in a small rural town? Doesn't it seem a bit unserious?"

Mordor smiled and looked at Gora meaningfully: "Don't you have other choices? Like the template I once gave you. Just do what I did back then. I am the Demon King, and you can be the Human King. I think there's nothing wrong with that."

"This is not the outcome I wanted."

“That is my answer.” Modorhee downed his drink in one gulp and said to Gora, “That was the answer I gave to this world, my choice. So, even if you ask me now, this is the only answer I can give you. What else do you expect? I have no other answer. You have proven my answer wrong.”

He stood up: "It's closing time at the tavern, Miss Gola, it's time to leave."

Gola stood up and left the tavern.

Mordor repacked his things and walked out of the tavern, where he found Gola standing outside.

He frowned involuntarily: "What are you still doing standing here?"

"I—I have nowhere to live."

"With your speed, it shouldn't take you long to get back to the capital and your residence, right?"

“I have no place to stay in the capital.”

That's what she said.

Mordor sighed, "This is the town where I've lived for over thirty years—oh well, come home with me. No one should see us at this hour, hopefully there won't be any gossip."

Mordor then took Gora back to his home.

He was preparing a bed for Gora: "Speaking of which, during the final battle, from what you said, I thought you wouldn't step into my territory. Why did you change your mind?"

"...The elves said they didn't have any extra elven dewdrops, and I don't want to grow old."

...Is that really the reason? Come to think of it, even though this girl is a hero, she is still a girl. Once she enters the realm of eternity, she will no longer grow old...That is indeed a reasonable reason.

"The elves don't have any extra elven dew? They're really disrespecting you, hero! If it were me, I'd just uproot the Elven Mother Tree. Let them know the price of disrespect. But—actually, it makes sense. I bet it was the wise King Boguko, who proposed to you, who used your name to pressure the Elven Queen, making her resent you?"

Gola shook her head: "I don't know."

"Heh~ In short, taking you in is no problem, but you will eventually have to face it. Conflicts will eventually erupt. As desires and ambitions expand, everyone will want to dominate the world. At that time, you will have to face a choice."

That's why I'm here with you.

"I told you I don't have the answer."

Gora didn't answer; her eyes looked quite stubborn, which reminded Mordor of the time when he was killed by this girl.

All these years, her eyes haven't changed.

"By the way, I'll charge you for staying here, whether it's for food or lodging."

Gora tossed the purse of gold coins to Mordor: "How long will this last me?"

A heavy bag of gold coins.

"It's enough for you to live in until my body dies. After that, I'll sell the house to you." Mordor accepted the money pouch directly. "By the way, if you're going out tomorrow, put that sword down. Even without the sword, no one can do anything to you, right? It's too scary."

The girl nodded and carefully placed the sword on the ground. Mordor watched as a section of the ground sank in.

Forget it, it doesn’t matter.

He laid out a makeshift bed for Gola: "I'll find a carpenter to make another bed tomorrow, so please make do with this for now."

Gola looked at him questioningly: "Isn't this bed big enough for two people?"

"...Are you serious? You killed me when you were a teenager. So many years have passed. You should know what it means to sleep in the same bed as a man, right?"

Gora stared at him: "If this will get you an answer, then yes."

"So you're trying to seduce me with money and sex? You should know that this doesn't appeal to me."

"But I don't want to sleep on the floor; it reminds me of the time I fought against you."

"Then I'll sleep on the floor."

(End of this chapter)