"As I said before, Goblin Gladiators have never been explored. I know that your Gladiator Arena is famous in the Northern Underworld and bravery is your innovative theme, so I believe that you're willing to accept fresh ideas."
In a smoke-filled room, a dark, beautifully crafted table was placed in the center.
A Devil sat on a dark sofa with his back to the door. He supported his head with a hand and appeared relaxed.
"Lord Sherlock, you're a resourceful Devil."
A Poison Toadman, who was wearing a checkered western suit, a coffee-colored waistcoat, and a tie and had three layers of fatty chin, was slumped in a huge executive chair as he faced the Devil.
Actually, he was sitting in the chair. Because he had lots of flesh, he looked like he was slumping.
