The adventurers gawked their eyeballs out. Their lips went untucked. The atmosphere on the sidewalk suddenly intensified. The greenhorn they had just seen leaving had returned with one foot holding down the greatsword. The effortless of his breath, the way he crossed his arms against Frost Party was undeniably far surpassed whatever words coming out of Arf now.
Arf smiled, "Friend, what's the meaning of this?"
"I owe this guy some money, I won't pay to a dead person though," said Lyon as he shrugged.
"You owe him money?" Arf looked over to Nafail before he burst out laughing, "Hahahaha!"
The lone laughter reverberated across the city walls.
"Shut up would you, it's hurting my ears," said Lyon as he picked up a booger from his right ear.
The gasp of horror immediately overlapped the abrupt stop of Arf's hearty laughter. They couldn't believe their ears, especially Nafail. The latter even forgot how to stand up for a flash of a second.
