Olivia Green was, of course, in her old line of business; among these people, she was actually the only one with a head for running things.

In this inn, Olivia Green had about a dozen girls under her, specifically for entertaining guests.

The stage was used for performances: Jack Reed was in charge of dressing up as a clown, or telling stories and tales, while Paul Harris performed some acrobatics, like breaking stones on his chest or taking a spear to the throat.

Mason was responsible for brewing wine, and his brews were quite famous in this small town.

Blind Nate set up a fortune-telling stall at the inn’s entrance, trying to swindle whoever he could.

As for Ryan Grant, he was in charge of chopping wood and doing the heavy labor.

So, business at this inn had always been pretty good; in this small town, it was already considered quite lively.

Next, Olivia Green began to complain, saying that although Ryan Grant did a lot of work—one man doing the work of three—he alone could eat as much as five!

The honest and simple Ryan Grant looked up when he heard this, gave a sheepish grin as if a bit embarrassed, but then immediately lowered his head and kept shoveling food into his mouth.

Olivia Green then started to complain about Blind Nate: at first, he could still trick quite a few fat sheep, and the startup capital for everyone to run this business came from Blind Nate's hustling, but in the past few months, his customers had dwindled, and yet he wasn’t worried at all. Every day he set up his stall on time, didn’t greet customers, didn’t think about changing his business to attract more, just sat leisurely at the door basking in the sun, and then came in right on time for meals.

Blind Nate gave a helpless smile and said:

“Tiger Head Town is just this small, with just these few people. There are only two or three fat sheep—I can’t do anything about it.”

Olivia Green shot Blind Nate a glare.

As for the others, she really couldn’t complain: the vampire Mason's wine always sold well, and some passing caravans would even come here just to buy it; Jack Reed's performances and storytelling were always energetic; even Paul Harris, though reluctant, would still perform acrobatics to attract customers when asked.

As for herself, she managed everything inside and out, and the group of girls under her was a steady source of income, come rain or shine.

Of course, Olivia Green wasn’t happy either; this was probably the shabbiest brothel she’d ever run in all her ventures. None of her girls were delicate, none could play music, chess, calligraphy, or painting; most were about her age, and for some, she even had to call them “big sister.”

There was no helping it—Tiger Head Town was near the desert, a harsh and bitter place. The people here had limited spending power, and most of the business came from passing caravans, who didn’t care if the girls could sing or play instruments.

For Olivia Green, it was like making a Michelin chef run a roadside barbecue stand… The sense of professional fulfillment was abysmally low.

However,

At this point,

Having already eaten quite a bit, Eric Foster had to put down his chopsticks.

There was something

That puzzled him greatly.

He looked around the table:

The vampire Mason, Blind Nate, Ryan Grant, Jack Reed, Paul Harris, and Olivia Green—by rights, all of them should be villainous figures, so why were they all huddled in this little town, making a living like ordinary people?

This seemed completely at odds with their characters and style.

So, Eric Foster asked:

“These past six months, have you all been here, making a living?”

At his words,

Ryan Grant stopped eating,

Jack Reed bit into his chicken leg,

Mason put down his chopsticks,

Paul Harris frowned at his bone,

Olivia Green also stopped her nagging,

And finally,

Blind Nate let out a bitter laugh,

And said:

“Master, from the very first day we woke up, we discovered something…”

“What was it?”

“That is, we all… became ordinary people.”

“……” Eric Foster.

Ordinary… ordinary people?

This answer, this reality, was completely unexpected for Eric Foster.

But after calming down and thinking it over, he suddenly felt it made perfect sense.

The vampire Mason was eating spicy hotpot, the zombie Paul Harris was gnawing on bones, and a bunch of villains were all crammed together in this little town, making a living…

If they hadn’t lost their powers, how could they possibly accept this kind of life?

Even if it was just to experience life, it couldn’t possibly last half a year, right?

There was one bit of good news, though: after hearing that they’d all become ordinary people, the pressure in Eric Foster’s heart eased quite a bit.

A tiger without teeth could still kill him with a swipe, but at least it wasn’t as terrifying as before, right?

And, although he didn’t know why they all called him “Master,” as if they’d recognized him as their lord, if he really had to control this group of villains at their peak, he probably wouldn’t have had the guts.

It seemed this topic had touched a sore spot, and the atmosphere at the table dropped noticeably.

Eric Foster took a deep breath, then looked at Olivia Green sitting beside him. There was something he’d wanted to ask for a long time, but had held back until now.

“The demon core—where is it?”