Ling couldn’t help but smile a little, “Yes, that’s normal. You’ll have to get used to it.”
Lan Fan, who had stayed quiet till now, took a step forward beside Ling, so she could look directly at Greed and asked, “What do you intend to do now, Greed? You are free from Father, so what are you going to do?”
Greed, who had put his hands back into the pockets of his pants, turned his head a little to Lan Fan and thought for a moment. “I think I’ll go home. I have a pub to manage.”
Ed and Al’s faces fell, which confused Greed, “What? What’s that look? The ‘Devil’s Nest’ is a pub and even if I have lost most of my men, I’m still the owner of the most awesome pub in Dublith.”
“Greed…” Al began, but couldn’t continue, so Ed took over. “You don’t know, don’t you?”
“What? What do I not know? I remember the raid, if that’s what this is about it.” Greed replied just as confused as before.
“Greed...” Ed wasn’t sure how he’d tell it his friend, but decided he couldn’t talk around the bush anymore. “Greed, they are all dead.”
Realization came over Greed and he swallowed hard.
Major Armstrong noticed the shift in the athmosphere and turned to Edward and Alphonse, asking in his booming voice, “Am I right in my assumption that we’re talking about the pub we rescued Alphonse from?”
“Yes, Major.” Al answered and asked, “Do you know what happened to it, after Ed and I left the place?”
The major closed his eyes and laid one hand on his chin. While he thought about the question for a moment, his blond lock of hair bounced in the wind.
“If I remember right, and having a good memory is an abillity that was passed down the Armstrong bloodline since ages, then Führer Bradley, my apologies, Wrath ordered for it to be completele dismantled. All furniture got removed and stored in a military warehouse. I believe the building was then sold to someone, but I have no knowledge of who it is.”