After the horrendous but successful battle with the shadow wolf, I found myself walking through the narrow streets of Los Arcos, with a bag draped over my shoulder. My entire coat was drenched in black blood and probably carried a pungent smell that my nose had long gotten used to. Seeing how several people who hung around in the night covered their noses and turned away in disgust as I passed, I figured that was the case.
As I turned into a narrow alley, some guys were seated by the entrance, smoking some substance that smelled like mint to me. It was genuinely refreshing after the things I'd had to grace my olfactory organs with the past few days.
I smiled a little at the sweet aroma.
At that same moment, they were so disrupted by my smell that one of them nearly fell off the crate he was sitting on.
I showed no care and just walked forward.
"Boss! Did you see that bastard just now? I swear he laughed at you."
"What?!"
The boss got up and glared at me.
